Hey guys! I really like writing Toby and Happy with a baby, but I might skip to when she's a toddler pretty soon just out of boredom. I just can't write the same thing over and over, you know? Anyway let me know what you think and send me your ideas,

-Aislin

"Toby," Happy groaned six days after the birth of their daughter. She had the tiny baby nestled in her arms. Nessa's brown eyes, Toby's eyes, were filled with tears. The child hadn't stopped screaming in three hours. No matter what Happy tried she just wouldn't quiet down. "You need to take her," She ordered. "I can't take it anymore. I'm going out for a coffee." She handed the doctor his baby, and watch him cradle her and kiss her head.

"I would complain, but I figure you probably need a break," Toby smiled good-naturedly. "You should make a day of it. Invite Paige out. I can handle the Loch Ness Monster here for a day."

"Maybe don't nickname our child after a scottish monster?" Happy raised her eyebrows.

"Nickname her after," Toby scoffed. "Nessie, here, was named after the Lock Ness Monster." Happy put her hands on her hips and sighed. "I was kidding. Go," He used his head to gesture at the door.

She walked behind where he was sitting on the sofa, and planted a kiss on the top of his head. "Thank you."

"Anything for you my beautiful bride," He grinned up at her.

"You better not break her or anything," She threatened as she left their house. As she drove off, Toby tried to remember everything he knew about calming distraught babies. Surely, a harvard trained psychiatrist could take this tiny human.

"What can I give you?" He begged the screaming infant half an hour later. "Come on, tell me." The baby stopped crying for half a second as if trying to catch her breath. Toby let out a deep sigh of relief. Once she had caught it, she continued to cry as loudly as she could.

"Oh come on!" He whined. The baby screamed even louder. "Nessa," He addressed her, "I have changed your diaper three times, and fed you, and still you won't calm down. A baby as young as you should have passed out from this much crying already. You're only six days old, sweetheart." Nessa eyes scanned him in a seemingly defiant manner. "Yeah, yeah, I know. You're just as strong as mommy. God, you're going to be a rough teenager to raise."

"Ok, here's how this is going to go," He started. His phone started to ring interrupting his thought. This set off the tears again. Which pissed of Tobias M. Curtis.

"Hello," He growled.

"Whoa," Happy laughed from the other end of the phone. "You doing ok? Should I come home?" Absolutely, Toby answered in his mind. Jesus, he was useless without her help. He couldn't even get a baby to fall asleep. He was the worst dad in world.

"No, no," Toby assured her. "I got this. I promise."

"Toby, I don't mind coming home," Happy voice got serious.

"What does Paige have you doing that has obviously erased the memory of how aggravating our child's screams are?" Toby smiled knowing the woman he married.

"Manicures and Pedicures," Happy answered. Toby could feel her scrunched up nose through the phone. Why would anyone put paint on their nails? Why would a person spend money on that? Happy just didn't understand. Makeup she could get on board with. Even jewelry wasn't completely pointless. But painting your nails was. "But you're right. Nessa's crying is definitely worse. Thank you again, Doc, for dealing with it."

"Toby," Paige shouted through the phone, "You should try singing to her."

"Except, I can't sing for shit, and odds are she'll just scream louder," Toby rolled his eyes, and shifted his upset daughter slightly in his arms. He had it so that her head was rested on her shoulder, and her body was supported by one of his arms.

"No, Toby, I don't have to be a genius to know that babies like the sound of their parent's voices," Paige lectured. She had obviously taken the phone out of Happy's hands at this point. Toby had to wonder how. Nobody ever took anything away from Happy. She would hurt them, though he supposed Paige had the advantage since Happy was exhausted from a. Giving birth 6 days prior to their outing and b. Having to stay with a screaming baby for the past 3 hours.

"I'll be sure to try it, Paige," He shook his head and crossed every available finger. "Could you maybe give back the phone to Happy?"

He heard a muffled, "Oh, it's for you."

"Are you going to sing to Nessa?" Happy chuckled.

"I mean I wouldn't count on it," Toby sighed. "Everyone hates my singing. Do you remember when Sylvester threw the karaoke machine out the window?"

"Two days after you bought it," Happy recalled. "You were driving us all completely insane with that thing."

"That was the day I learned how truly threatening Sly can be when Angry," Toby smiled into the phone.

"I gotta go," Happy announced. "Good luck the baby. Love you." She then hung up without giving him the chance to response.

"I love you too," He whispered to no one in particular. Nessa's crying was softer now, but still unbearable. Toby had never been able to listen to human suffering. It was one of the reasons he wanted to be a shrink. He wanted to fix people. "Here goes nothing."

When Happy reentered the house, it was dark outside. She had been out for hours. She wondered if Toby and Nessa were doing ok. She had tried to escape earlier, but Paige had gotten down right scary. She had claimed that she only got a night out once every three months or so, and she wasn't going home early. As a result, Happy came home late.

The first thing Happy noticed was how quiet her house was. There were no children screaming. There were no signs of life. This meant Toby was upstairs because he was never quiet. She scaled the stairs quietly. She was being careful to avoid waking up the baby. She decided it made more sense to check their bedroom first. Nessa hadn't slept in the nursery since she had been born. Toby was nervous about her being far away from them, and Happy didn't mind.

When she entered the room, she wasn't shocked by what she saw. Toby was lying on his back, and Nessa was passed out and nestled on his chest. She could hear a very quiet hum coming from Toby. "Hey," She whispered.

"You're home," He mumbled. "I took Paige's advice. It worked. I found the one person who is a fan of my voice." Happy smiled at her family.

"You can probably stop now," She chuckled. "She'll be asleep for at least another hour or so, and I'll take her after that. Thanks for doing this."

"Anything for my girls."