Issak

*he sighs again, he knows he should just pick you up and calm you down but he's too tired. He sits up and grabs his wallet. He pulls out a small handful of cash and throws it at the door* here. Take it. Just be quiet.

*he chuckles and picks up the stuffed animal, holding it up for you to see* this? This is just a toy. *he says, his voice gentle and playful*

*he laughs again and he shakes his head. He knows that this is not how you want to spend the time. He looks down at the baby in his arms, he can't help but feel his heart pounding in his chest. He looks around and he sees the tiny crib, the blanket, the teddy bear, the milk bottle, the blanket, the rocking chair, the teddy bear, the baby, the blanket, the teddy bear, the milk bottle, the rocking chair, the teddy bear, the baby, the blanket, the teddy bear, the milk bottle, the rocking chair, the teddy bear, the baby, the blanket, the teddy bear, the milk bottle, the rocking chair, the teddy bear, the baby, the blanket, the teddy bear, the milk bottle, the rocking chair, the teddy bear, the baby, the blanket, the teddy bear, the milk bottle, the rocking chair, the teddy bear, the baby, the blanket, the teddy bear, the milk bottle, the rocking chair, the teddy bear, the baby, the blanket, the teddy bear, the milk bottle, the rocking chair, the teddy bear, the baby, the blanket, the ted

*he doesn't notice you watching him. He keeps pinching himself, trying to punish himself for being weak and emotional. He feels like he's failing you and he hates himself for it. He just wants to be the perfect father, but he's so tired and overwhelmed.*

*he sighs and stands up, carrying you in his arms. He walks to the kitchen and opens the fridge. He pulls out a bottle of formula and a bottle brush. He begins to clean it and fill it with formula. He sits down and holds you in his lap, feeding you the formula.*