He held you in his arms, adjusting your pastel purple swaddle while he scolded you.

“Darling, you know what happens when you try to fight me. You have to have swaddle time. Don’t look at me like that, you did this to yourself. It’s not my fault you can’t behave.”

Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t argue. The dumb pacifier was stuck in your mouth. Again. It was his favorite way of shutting you up.