Will post my story here in the near future, but let's just say a good man was doing my taxes at 3am. It was okay at first, because he was a hard worker. Suddenly I realized it was 3am, and told him to rush it. He complied, hunched his back and buried his nose in all the documents. I looked down at my legs and saw that I was wearing my boxers only, I told him to hurry it up because I gotta go to bed. I could hear him mumbling a response and hunching his shoulders some more to work faster. I felt bad for putting all this pressure on him. I got closer and put a hand on his shoulder, only to find that he had fallen asleep. I looked around and saw that his desk was a crib, and that this man was my premii 2 months old son.
I'm a father of twins.