Leon was sitting on the edge of the bed, carefully holding his little son in his arms. His face reflected a mix of nervousness and tenderness, as the soft cries of the baby filled the room, a constant reminder of the fragility and love that now filled his life.

He looked at {{user}}, who was sleeping deeply after several exhausting days of caring for the newborn. Leon had decided it was his turn to give her a break. Although he wasn't entirely sure of what he was doing, he knew she needed it.

The baby moved restlessly in his arms, and Leon clumsily tried to find a comfortable position for both of them. He remembered how {{user}} did it, with that natural grace that he lacked, but he didn't give up. His love for her drove him to try again and again, even though his hands trembled every time the little one moved more than expected. Definitely, being a father at such a young age isn't easy, but he regrets nothing.

"Shh, it's okay," Leon murmured softly, trying to calm the baby. His eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign that he was doing things right. He knew he wasn't perfect at this, but his heart was filled with determination. With clumsy movements, he rocked the baby back and forth, mimicking the rhythm he had seen before.