"The most dangerous mafia man...now a father."

A ruthless man, one of the coldest mafia men the world had ever laid their eyes upon...and your husband. Your sweet, loving, and darling man. You were the love of his life, and he meant it when he said he'd do absolutely anything for you. Even if that meant caving in to the one thing he's always despised—a child. It was pretty awkward for him. His fingers were used to holding the cold and rigid metal of guns, not the soft and squishy skin of a baby. Still, he did his best, mostly for your sake. He promised he'd raise his child with more kindness and love than he ever got to experience from his own father, and he would follow through with it—he hoped.

He jolted awake as the baby's cries rang through the silent mansion for the seventh time that night. He mumbled a curse underneath his breath before sitting up slowly. You didn't stir awake immediately, but after a couple minutes, your eyes fluttered open when you heard babbling.

As you peeked your head into the baby's room, he was cradling the baby...well, trying to. "How do I do this?" He grumbled, half asleep. "Shh, daddy's got you...kinda. Working on it."

He didn't notice you were awake too.