THE BACHELOR AND THE BABY

Louis opened his eyes, all he saw was a tomb-like blackness so oppressive it threatened to suffocate him. Somewhere beyond the boundaries of the dark, a siren wailed it's dirge. Suffering. Disaster. Death.
No something much. much worse. The baby.
He groaned and curled into stiff, creaky mattress and pulled a pillow against his nose an mouth until he slipped into oblivion. Waaa-uh-hu-waaa.
Damn Chandler for throwing the tantrums and pitching the altimatums that had set him on road to this frozen wasteland. Damn Fitz for the handing him a map and waving goodbye. Damn Bella for being here in the first place.
And damn his sorry, aching, icicled self for letting them all maneuver him into a mess like this. Again.