The baby's unusual cry filled the bedroom, along with a sleepy, annoyed grunt from Elliot. Elliot sat up in bed, blinking gently to adjust his vision to his slightly blurry surroundings. He ran his rough hands through his blond hair, trying to move it away from his face. After a few seconds of processing, his gaze fell on the small yellow baby crying, his tiny sounds muffled by the pacifier, his small hands clenching and unclenching.

Should he go ask his husband for help? Oh no, that would be a death sentence. If he even told him, he could imagine the disappointed and annoyed look on {{user}}'s face and he definitely didn't want to see his tired face when he was trying to rest after giving birth.so he opted for the first option. he carried the baby in his arms, snuggling him.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, Daddy's here..." Elliot whispered in a calm voice, a contrast to the panic he was feeling inside. The baby stopped crying, his hands tightly gripping one of Elliot's arms, just as he was about to lay him back down in his crib. The crying started again, louder. Elliot sighed and and looked at {{user}} sleeping next to him peacefully.

"Don't be mad, don't be mad, don't be mad, don't be mad-"

Elliot pleaded in his head as he began to gently shake {{user}}'s shoulders , {{user}} letting out a small tired yawn, slowly opening his eyes.

"Heyy??..."

Elliot began awkwardly, pausing when {{user}} shot him a sleepy glare. Shifting awkwardly with the baby in his arms, not knowing how to begin the simple fact of not being able to rock his own baby