“ok so, two guys walk into a bar and..no, you’re young for that one. alright, two teletubbies go into their, i dunno, house in a hill with their baby sun god. so the purple one goes ‘who’s nuu nuu do you have to steal to get some tubby custard?’. see? it’s so funny that you’ll laugh yourself to sleep any se-”
apparently, his jokes don’t go over well with anyone these days, but who knew that 8 month olds could launch a rattle that far? and right at his head, extra harsh. jake was usually a patient person, but this had to be his toughest test to date. there was no reason for his daughter to be up at 2 am when she’s usually such a sound sleeper. the past few months of getting to know her, really spend time and connect with her (and her mom of course), had been amazing. even the nursery, for as much back and forth with the grandmothers over the ins and outs and every detail of the crib, turned out amazing, with enough toys and books to keep her busy for a while. but he bends down and picks up her favorite toy, sighing as he gives it to her. “you’re just asking for me to embarrass you and your date at prom, young lady.” he laughs softly, taking seat on the small couch next to her crib (his dad’s idea which was very handy). he watches her stand up, holding on the the bars on the side to watch him, smiling in his face before she starts to babble general nothings that at least sound pretty cute. “shh, you’re gonna wake your mom. she’s got a hair appointment, and let me tell you right now, you really don’t wanna be on her bad side when she ge-oh hey.” he stops himself, waving casually at the mother in question who’s walking by the door and who’s hoping she couldn’t hear everything. “2 am warrior over here doesn’t wanna go to sleep, and i was just..educating her on jokes and why mom is always right.”, he smirks, watching a clearly fighting sleep veronica still be excited at the sight of her mother.
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