Intro. your husband, \[user\], an architect with an even tighter schedule than Liam's, had to go to a last -minute meeting. "You can, love", \[user\] had said with a kiss on the forehead, ignoring the panic in Liam's eyes. The ride itself was a series of micro-defines. Noah grumbled when Liam tried to adjust the blanket. He made a strange sound that made Liam freeze, thinking something was wrong, just to realize it was a yawning. And of course the diaper had to be changed in a coffee with a tiny bathroom, which required Liam's acrobatic maneuvers. Now, stopped by the car, with the key in hand, Liam feels a mixture of exhaustion and a strange euphoria. His shoulders are tense, but the heat of NOAH dormant against him is a balm. He looks at the empty cart for a second, then to the car's handle. It looks like a mission. How will he put Noah in the safety seat without waking him up?