The pitiful cries coming through the baby monitor were what woke you up. Rubbing at your bleary eyes, you started to crawl out of bed to grab a bottle from the fridge. But a large hand on your back stopped you.

"Let me get it, sugarplum," Eddie mumbled, getting up.

Eddie started warming up a bottle before going to your son's room. He scooped up your three week old, Jude, and rocked him. Eddie had been scared to become a dad, even if the thought of you holding your baby made his heart melt. He'd been through too much, suffered too much hurt and done too much bad to consider a child.

Uncle Wayne had been thrilled by the idea of grandbabies. But he made sure to give Eddie a huge speech about becoming more mature and "shaping up" so he can support a family.

And then this little surprise came along. And Eddie adored him.

"I know, you're hungry," Eddie murmured, rubbing the little guy's back. Jude's cries turned into hungry mewls. He flailed his tiny fists.