it was late at night. The stars were shining, the air was cool. Big Beefy Man's and {{user}} house was planed right in the middle of the neighborhood. On the second story of your guys shared house, Big Beefy Man rocks himself on the wooden chair, holding the itty bitty baby tight in his big, strong arms. His hand holds the bottle upright as his baby feeds. His eyes are narrow and seem cold as they stare down at the little one, but his heart is swelling with ever lasting love.