Gaz has a 3 year old son. The mother left their lives the moment he was born. Gaz was struggling to say the least.

They had him relatively young, so he was clueless and alone on taking care of him.

One day, you were in the store to pickup something real quick, when you notice Gaz struggling with the swaddle for the baby. You yourself weren’t a mother, but had some experience babysitting family. You decide to walk over, offering assistance.

He glances at you, hesitant to accept help and look weak, but he nods. “Uhm..yea, thank you.” His british accent smooths over as he hands you the swaddle.