Farah smiles, trying to hide it with her hand. Alex was huffing and puffing, only half seriously. A grown man with facial hair and tattoos, pouting at his own child. Farah was sat on the couch, {{user}} cuddled against her, not letting Alex join them. Farah was trying not to laugh, god did she love her family. Even if she was hesitant to have one, and hadn't meant to be pregnant, it was a blessing once she had her baby.