This Love Was Out of Control (Fuenciado)

Sacrifice

*Vic's POV*

We've officially started touring and I'm very pleased to say that we're on the road with Sleeping with Sirens, All Time Low, and Tonight Alive. Kellin even agreed to watch Copeland when we perform on stage. I told him to just stay backstage with her because I won't know what's going on in the bus if I'm not there, so backstage would be appropriate. To be honest, my first choice was Tony, but then I remembered he's our guitarist and it just wouldn't work because he'll be on stage with us. I'm gonna say this though: the tour life is not suitable for a baby; let alone, being in a band and having a child to take care of.

Obviously Copeland was fussing. I already changed her diaper, fed her, and burped her. She clearly isn't tired and I can't think of anything else to give her or do for her.

"Jaime?" I said hoping he would appear from around the corner.

"Yeah?"

I pointed to Copeland. "Your turn."

"My turn? Since when did we start taking turns? I get that she's my baby as well, but what the hell? You're sitting there reading a magazine and I'm busy trying to tune my guitar for tomorrow."

I didn't answer him and continued to scroll through enormous paragraphs, scanning each picture, as if it were even placed in the right spot.

"You're an ass." He started towards Copeland and picked her up.

"You love me," I smirked.

He stuck his tongue out at me and picked up our baby. The pouting and sass ended. She shoved her finger in her mouth and forced her face in the crook of his neck.

"How come whenever I try to calm her down or make her laugh when she cries, she cries in my face and not yours?"

"I told you that she liked me more. Besides, you don't try to calm her down. You don't do anything."

Oh hell no. I've been the one getting my ass up at five in the morning to feed her and burp her. I've been the one changing her diaper and giving her baths. I've been the one to do everything. He's just there to do what I couldn't do - make her smile when she's sad, which is something I don't understand. I'm funny, right? Oh whatever, I pretty much do the hard job in the marriage.

"Oh really? Enlighten me. What do you do?" I hope this doesn't piss him off, but I'm trying to prove a point to him, that I've been the one taking care of her mostly.

"For one thing, you don't know how to make her formula."

That's because no one ever taught me, genius. But I can't be an ass about it; I can learn new things on my own. At least I feed her.

"Anything else?" I asked him, placing my magazine next to me and folding my arms.

"You don't give her love," he stated.

Love? What does he mean I don't give her love? "I do too!"

"How?"

"My show of love for her is put into a different perspective than yours. I bathe her, feed her, burp her, change her diapers, and change her clothes. I may not do the things you do beause I don't know how."

"Try snuggling up to her sometimes."

"What, you think I don't wanna do these things with my daughter? You think it's a piece of cake for everyone to adjust to having a baby with us in the bus?"

"You could at least try being sweet with her. Get closer to her when you put her to sleep."

"She cries every time I come near her."