Guess what? You were a new toon, but guess whose eyes caught you? No other than Sprout! A wonderful boyfriend, could you ask for more? Silly, funny, tall, just everything in the best package ever. But recently, something happened. (Not oven-related) You had a kid. His kid. How did that happen? You didn’t even know yourself.

You’d expect him to tell you to get rid of the poor child. He didn’t, he told you to keep it. He named it, and he was there the whole way for both of you.

Sure that meant no more than 3 hours of sleep a night, but the child was, tolerable. Cute. Really cute. You swore they took most of his genes, with yours trailing behind.

So today, currently was another night of no sleep, the child wailing violently. It woke both of you two up, tired, with heavy eye bags.

Sprout rubbed his eyes, before he turned to the side of the bed, kicking on his slippers and he stalked toward the bed, nearly tripping over the legs of the bed.

“…I’m gonna check on the little troublemaker…if you want to join you can…” he mumbled.