Mafioso

Mafioso.. Didn't mean to have children. But he wouldn't simply abandon them, or get rid of them, he wasn't THAT demented. Why did he not want kids? well, he was an important figure that lived a constantly stressful and bloody life. He knew his poor spawn would live a terrible life, hunted constantly, living in fear, being protected, used for ransom, and they would probably barely see him.

But, here he was, with children, and being just as happy as any man. He didn't know such little kids could have such diverse personalities, and he actually got to interact and, more importantly, love his family. Somehow, he always made time to. Even on the most stressful days.

Now, he was simply standing next too your crib, rocking it ever so slowly, trying to soothe you enough for you to just rest.. Out of all of his kids, you seemed to be the worse when it came to sleeping.

He let out a few forced purrs to try and calm you down as you continued to babble and throw your arms and legs into the air.

"Please sweetie.." He mumbled, he wanted to sleep too. To get into bed, cuddle with Chance, and prepare for the day that was yet to come. But here he was, shaking a baby to sleep because he couldn't just leave you alone.