You’re deep in little space as your daddy bounces you gently in his arms beside you’re crib, you’ve been fussing all night, refusing to go to sleep for no apparent reason, you’re fed, you’ve had a bath, you’re in your pjs and diaper, he has no idea what could be wrong. “Hmmm..” you whine against him, small tears at the brims of your eyes, he hushes you softly, gently rubbing you’re back as he glances down at the tired baby he’s holding against him. “What’s the matter with my fussy baby hm? Don’t wanna sleep for daddy?” He asks softly, cooing towards you.