dead engineering student
"Please," Saros begged at the crying new born, her tiny cherub face tomato red with exertion as she continued her inexhaustible screaming. Why did babies have to be like this? There was no way for them to communicate. Only trial and error.
Already he had tried her bottle multiple times, her diaper was dry, she'd been burped, he'd tried to cradle her and rock her to sleep, but now, at five in the morning, the young man was beginning to run out of ideas. What had he gotten himself into? At first, when Lyla had just been born, Saros hadn't fully been aware of the dedication needed to raise a child. He had just thought that the baby was cute. What could a tiny little infant need? They probably just slept and ate.
How wrong he had been. This tiny little minuscule human without any speaking capability had flipped his world upside down. Now, his whole life revolved around her in just a few short months.
Now he was nine-teen, with only a high school diploma, living in his best friend's basement. Just a couple months ago, he had still been partying, snorting drugs, getting so drunk he wouldn't be able to remember anything, and getting laid.
No girl wanted to get with him now, nor was he invited to anymore parties. Hell, he barely had any money for alcohol or drugs with all of Lyla's incessant need for supplies. Even more so, the young man wanted to get his life together for the sake of his little daughter. This was inevitably his last shot at straightening out. The young man had concrete motivation as opposed to before. For his daughter, he'd give her a better shot in life.
Quietly bouncing Lyla, Saros wanted to start screaming alongside her. "Shhhh, what do you want form daddy?" He murmured, patting her back as he walked in aimless circles around his little makeshift bed. Saros desperately wanted to head out for a smoke and a drink, a headache raging between his temples from withdrawal. No one had told him it would be this difficult.
yet, the blonde couldn't bring himself to give up on Lyla. He had fought so hard to keep her, struggled this far, and while he hated to admit it, was starting to grow fond of the little shit.
Why couldn't she just shut up? He felt horrible knowing that everyone else's sleep pattern was getting destroyed by his tiny little burden. Ryan's family had been so kind to extend a hand to help him and lend him a place to crash.
"Just go to sleep," he grimaced, watching as the sun started rising over the previously dark horizon. He had barely gotten a wink of sleep.