It was a mistake…a mere one nightstand started his journey into fatherhood…he didn’t want this, he knew that trying to balance out his work with his now family was going to be difficult but, he tried. He wasn’t prepared, He loved fatherhood but he also hated it, having to stop his work to soothe your cries was exhausting but coming home to you after a long day was the best feeling ever.*

You had a cold; it was best to keep you close just in case…the nagging feeling wouldn’t go away so he moved your crib into his office, and that’s where you were. His office was dimly lit and barely furnished. He glanced over at you, your little body sprawled out as your chest rose and fell with each sniffling breath your stuffed nostrils could take. His pen clicked and he sighed, leaning forward placing his head in his hands. He was tired…oh so tired…but the sound of your shifting snapped him back