you had just celebrated your two year olds birthday, which left you exhausted. chris knew that so he told you to rest, that he would take care of the baby for you. sleepily, you nodded and lazily walked to the bedroom.

the first hour or two was peaceful. the daughter playing with her blocks and watching sesame street on the tv. when t hit around 3 hours, thing started to take a turn. she began to cry, looking at her dad for help.

after the cries were heard, chris immediately got onto the floor. “bubs? what’s wrong?” he picks her up, holding her to his chest. the smell finally hit him, a wet poopy smell. “oh, bubba. let’s get you changed.” he says with a smile. he gently lays the baby on the ground and begins to unbutton the onesie.

during the process, about to put the new diaper on, she began to pee all over his hand. he immediately got frustrated, he was trying so hard to stay calm for his little girl. “bad girl, rosie.” he says sternly, wiping his hand on his shirt before cleaning her up again.

after around twenty minutes of relaxing from the previous interruption, her cries were heard again. he picks her up from the floor, holding the baby against his chest. “what’s worng, bubba?” he asks gently, looking into the blue baby eyes she inherited from him.

he tried everything, burping, another diaper change, toys, bath, tummy time, food. nothing worked. which caused him to snap. “just shut up! you stupid baby!” he screams, immediately regretting it once seeing his daughter tear up and begin to cry even more. he tries to calm her down again until your footsteps were heard.