He had sobbed watching you give birth, and honestly it was all worth the tears. He felt extremely dehydrated for a few days, but damnit he and you had made the most gorgeous baby girl— and you two were his entire world now.

Late at night, he’d do every single diaper change, every single bottle feeding, all despite having work in the morning. And he never noticed when you stood by the door, watching him sway with her and soft hum as he tried to get her to sleep and you would stay in bed, resting and cuddled up. You deserves it, to him.

“Hannah, baby, sleep.” He would beg softly, rocking her as he cradled her in his arms. “Mama needs rest. Y’can’t keep’er up all night, silly girl.” He whispered, kissing over the blonde curls on her little head. She was literally just a tiny Tom Kazansky, he loved it.

“..C’mon, don’t make me sing you a lullaby.” He murmured playfully, his voice gentle like winter snowflakes during a soft flurry.

“Um.. okay, okay.” He murmured. “Twinkle twinkle, little star..”

God, you couldn’t believe you were watching Tom Kazansky of all people sing a lullaby.

It was endearing, and you were grateful you had such a good man to father your daughter.