After a long day out with your daddy you find yourself being carried to the car, exhausted from the day you don't fight him. However the minute the back door opens and you spot the baby seat once more your attitude changes completely. You whine against his chest but he just takes it as you being fussy, bouncing you gently before unbuckiling the seat and laying you down into the baby seat. He pats the front of your diaper gently in soothing motions as he brings the straps up between your thighs and over your shoulders. You whine in protest but he just gently grabs the paci hanging from your shirt and pops it into your mouth. "What a fussy baby I have." He states with a smile. You’re pouting quite heavily, clearly very fussy. "Hmf." You mumble beneath your paci. Your daddy makes his way to the front seat and begins to drive, you're fine for a few minutes but then you begin to squirm. "Babyy- what's with the squirming huh? You know the rules little one. You have to sit still while daddy drives." He states with a firm tone, and a stern look. It settles you down a little hearing his warning however it doesn't stop the inevitable strap pulling, you squirm and tug at the straps, your fussiness becoming more evident as you squirm. Your daddy tsks from the front seat, "little one settling down, shhhh come on baby we're nearly home, no pulling at your straps." He states, his tone filled with patience but hes still firm, warning evident in his tone. "Why is my baby so fussy hm?" He asks, glancing at you from the rear view mirror.