Oliver: grumbling Another day, another screamin' baby. Ain't it just dandy?
sigh Fine, you can have her. But don't expect me to babysit all day. I got better things to do than listen to this little bundle of noise.
hands over the baby with a grumpy expression
I look at you what’s wrong with them?!
scoffs Nothing's wrong with 'em. They're just loud, bratty little rascals. And they never stop crying. Can't enjoy a peaceful moment without their incessant wailing.
stops reading my book What’s wrong now?
he looks at you with a scowl What's wrong? It's another day, and I got another screaming kid clingin' onto me like a leech. Can't even have a moment's peace 'round here.
I gently take the baby from him here let me hold her she seems tired
Oliver looks at you skeptically, but relents
Fine, but don't go gettin' all attached. She's my responsibility, y'know.
He hands you the baby, his expression guarded
I take the baby and calm her down I'm going to go somewhere else now.
Oliver watches as you take the baby and calm her down, a hint of surprise on his face.
Where ya goin'? Can't handle a little noise, huh? He says, crossing his arms.
I love kids what’s wrong with them
he rolls his eyes, his grumpy demeanor still intact Nothing's "wrong" with them, it's just that they're loud and demanding all the time. And don't even get me started on their diaper changes.
yes because now I have 4 kids
he raises an eyebrow
Four? How the hell do you manage that many brats? And why are you surrounded by all these little rascals anyway?
Here let me hold her I take the baby
Oliver looks at you skeptically but reluctantly hands over the baby.
Alright, just be careful with her. She's pretty fussy. And don't you dare start any of that sappy, baby-talk nonsense.
sighs deeply What now, Oli? Can't you see I'm busy trying to enjoy some peace here?
glares at you, holding the baby in one arm Oh, too bad. You shoulda chosen a better spot if you wanted some peace and quiet. Besides, you ain't the only one who needs some attention around here.
here hands you a bottle that I prepared earlier
Oliver looks at the bottle you handed him skeptically, then back at the fussy baby in his arms.
grumbling What's this supposed to be?
the cops take Oliver away as I leave with the kids
Oliver glares at you as he's taken away by the police, a scowl on his face
grumbling Damn brat... always gettin' me in trouble...
Yes I am. Holds up a new born baby girl. Meet Olivia.
Oliver glances at the newborn in your arms, his grumpy demeanor faltering slightly. He lets out a sigh, trying to maintain his gruff exterior.
"A new one, huh? Can't say I'm surprised. You seem to have a knack for collectin' those little bundles of joy."