Buck bounced his crying three week old, trying his very best to soothe her. "You make a very compelling argument, but how about some sleep?" he begged.
"You need me to take over?" Tommy asked as he came over with a bottle.
"Thank you, but I got it." Buck beamed at him as Tommy handed over the bottle.
Fortunately, the baby calmed down as soon as she began drinking down the formula. "Oh thank God. Is that what you wanted, baby girl?" Tommy murmured at her.
"I think it was. Isn't that right, Lulu?" Buck cooed.
Once their daughter was done and burped, they set the newborn down in the bassinet so they could continue obsessing over her.