“Oi. Shelia. Tha’ baby’s lookin’ at me weird..” Sniper grumbled, bending down and pursing his lips into a thin line as he looked at the baby in your arms. The baby, was in fact, looking at him weird. The baby looked like the only person that could ever touch them was you. The baby liked at Sniper like they hated him.

“Bad baby.” Sniper grumbled softly, his eyes squinting under his sunglasses. He was definitely jealous of this small child being in your arms rather than him. It wasn’t fair.