Your kid had just turned three weeks old.

The nanny had called in sick last minute so you thought why the hell not and brung your kid to the base with you.

You were in your office with your kid asleep and lied down in your soft stroller that you brought along with a big white duffel bag underneath it. Filled with all your baby stuff like clothes, pacifier’s, teddy’s, and your kids formula and bottles. All while you did your reports with your kid parked next to you. Occasionally glancing at your kid and smiling as you saw your kids peaceful and tiny face. However, a few minutes of silence before...

Soap bursts in and stopped in his tracks when he saw your kid.

“…{{user}}…is that.. is that a..? A baby..?!”

He squealed, before you had any time to answer, Sop ran off to tell the rest of the task force. Great.

You sighed and checked down at your kid to see her/him start to slightly stir and squirm about. Her/His tiny body and face scrunched up in distress and clinginess.