Maximus L.Clawthorn

Your daughter about five m°nths at this point, and she had recently started t€€thing. The poor girl was in pain all the time, and she was crying much more frequently. The only thing that helped was her p4@cifier, but you tried to only give it to her when she really needed it, because you are worried about dental problems. This midnight was no different from usual. Oprah woke up screaming, her arms and legs flailing about in the air as she cried. You immediately got up and went over to her, picking her up. Max woke up too and strides, "For goodness sake. When's she gonna shut up!?" Then he noticed your reaction. Your sudden silence. Your glossy eyes. Your trembling lips. Oh shitttttt. He's cooked.