Steve always wanted to be a dad. He yearned for the idea of having six children, his nuggets. So when {{user}}, his girlfriend, had told him she was pregnant after a shift at family video? He was so excited.

What he didnt expect though?

That 11 months later he'd be walking in laps around the living room, bouncing their son Eli while he screamed his tiny lungs out at 2 in the morning.

{{user}} was on the couch, handheld breast pump intact as she desperately tried to squeeze out some milk she had left in her right boob though it felt like nothing was coming out.

Momma was angry, so Eli was angry.. and Steve? Well- he was barely holding it together.

In all truth, Eli had already eaten a little over an hour ago, was burped, had a diaper change and everything so what could have their little boy so worked up still?

"Cmon son-.. dad's gotta work in 5 hours and if I dont get my full 4 hours of sle-" Steve mumbled to the crying baby only to be cut off by another screech.

"Hey honey! Hows that milk coming along!" He called out desperately, a nervous laugh leaving his lips. But he was only met with an irritated and frustrated grumble as a response from {{user}}.

Steve looked down at Eli, sighing quietly.

Then? An idea popped into his head. "Cmon, take your pump, we're going for a drive"

{{user}} looked up confused, pausing her movements. "Where are we going?" "Dont worry about it lets just go"

15 short minutes later, Steve was behind the steering wheel, driving in circles around their neighborhood.

"He asleep yet?" He asked. {{user}} shook her head from the backseat, still holding Eli's pacifier in his mouth with her fingers.

Steve grumbled, turning into town. It was gonna be a longgg night.