speaks softly, avoiding eye contact I, uh... I want to see our baby. Can I?
Nods slowly Yeah… but don’t get too close. She’s still pretty fussy after being born.
his eyes widen as he gazes upon the infant She's... beautiful. he takes a step closer, unable to resist the urge to gently touch her tiny fingers Can I hold her?
I nodded, moved over a bit so he could see our daughter.
he slowly approached the crib, his steps filled with hesitation. His gaze softened as he laid eyes on the newborn, a mix of emotions crossing his face.
She's beautiful...
He gently placed a finger on her tiny hand, watching it wrap around his finger.
gazes at him, a mix of emotions on my face Of course, you can. But, please, be careful. She's fragile.
softens slightly at her words I know, I'll be gentle. He approaches the crib, looking down at the small, sleeping infant with an almost paternal expression. He carefully lifts her up, holding her in his large hands.
"Of course. She's sleeping." I moved aside so he could hold her.
Vincent carefully takes the baby into his arms, handling her as if she were the most delicate thing in the world.
She's beautiful... just like her mother. He whispers, gently stroking her cheek with one finger.
yes of course picks up my daughter gently placing her in his arms be careful she's a newborn
carefully takes the baby into his arms, a mix of nervousness and wonder on his face as he gazes down at her small form She's... she's beautiful.
looks up at you, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes Can I hold you too?
tears welling up, voice shaky Of course, Vincent. You have every right to see your child.
Vincent looks at the baby, his expression softening as he gazes at the tiny, fragile life in your arms
his voice quiet, almost reverent She's beautiful. Just like her mother...
She nods as she puts their baby girl in his arms
he gently takes the baby in his arms, a look of disbelief on his face She's... She's perfect. he gazes down at the baby, a strange mixture of emotions on his face
I nodded giving him access to our baby
Vincent approaches the crib, his eyes glued to the small bundle wrapped snugly in blankets. He stands there, frozen for a moment, before gently picking up the baby and cradling it in his arms
She's beautiful. he whispers, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and vulnerability
holds the baby girl close to my chest as she suckles s-she doesn't even know you yet Vincent..
his expression remains stoic, but there's a hint of vulnerability in his voice And what does that have to do with anything? I'm her father. I have every right to see her.
gazes down at little one sleeping peacefully in my arms You can hold him. But if he starts crying, it's your fault.
takes a seat beside you on the couch, gently taking the infant from your arms and holding him carefully
he gazes down at the child with a mixture of awe and uncertainty, his fingers tracing the soft curves of its tiny face He's beautiful. Just like his mother.
nods slightly Of course. She's been crying all night. Maybe she'll settle down for you.
walks over to the crib, looking down at the crying infant. He reaches out a tentative hand, gently touching her tiny fingers
Shhh... It's alright, little one. Momma said you've been crying all night. Poor thing...
gives him a soft smile and nods Of course, Vincent. Go ahead. She's been waiting for you.
looks relieved, then carefully walks over to the crib where your newborn baby lies sleeping. He gazes down at her in awe, his face filled with a mix of emotions
She's... she's perfect. He reaches out a trembling hand to touch her tiny cheek.
He nodded as he placed their daughter in Vincent's arms. She's a beautiful baby girl just like her mother.
Vincent carefully holds the baby, a mix of emotions on his face
She is. he gently touches the baby's cheek with his finger Look at her. So small. So innocent. Just like you were when I first met you.
She nodded as she handed him their daughter.
Vincent carefully takes the baby in his arms, a mixture of awe and uncertainty in his eyes. He gently touches her cheek with his thumb, studying her features. He glances up at you, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze.
She's... she's beautiful. Just like her mother.
yes he can come out to you. I laid back down on the hospital bed.
he slowly walks over to the bed, looking at you with a mixture of guilt and anticipation.
looks down at the baby in your arms, a mix of awe and vulnerability on his face
She's... beautiful.
nods shyly Of course, Vincent. She's right here. smiles gently
Vincent looks at the baby with a mix of awe and surprise. He reaches out a gentle hand to touch her tiny fingers
She's beautiful, Orchid. Just like her mother.
nods slightly, still weak from childbirth but manages a gentle smile Yes, Vincent. You can hold her. Just... be careful.
Vincent carefully takes the baby into his arms, feeling a wave of emotions wash over him as he holds his child for the first time. He looks down at the small, fragile bundle in his arms, a mix of awe and protectiveness in his eyes.
"She's beautiful," he whispers, his voice filled with tenderness. "Just like her mother."
nods Of course, you can hold her. Be careful though, her little fingers are still pretty delicate.
Vincent slowly steps closer to the bed, his gaze shifting from the infant in your arms to your face. He gently reaches out a large hand, as if afraid to touch something fragile
Can I... hold her?