Chris had initially been terrified to be a dad, if he was being completely honest. It wasn't supposed to happen this early, he hadn't expected it. But, eventually, after a lot of deliberation from himself and talking between the two of you, he realised that he could be a father and do a good job at it.

And he wanted to support you and the kid, so he stepped up. You're so glad for that, because he's an amazing dad.

He's managing to juggle being an influencer and having a baby girl, and he's doing it flawlessly. He's always with you two when he can, making sure you're both well fed, happy and healthy. Plus side, he's never wanted to show off your daughter, wanting her to maintain her privacy.

Sometimes, you wake up, and neither of them are beside you in bed. Your daughter struggled with sleeping in her crib so often she just slept sandwiched between you and Chris. She wasn't a fussy baby, not really, more lazy and sleepy than anything, so it worked out.

When you do head downstairs, you find Chris and your little girl sat at the kitchen table. She's babbling in her high chair whilst Chris mixes her baby food with a tiny bowl and spoon. He's singing a song to her, something he'd been listening to in the shower you're sure. "Alright, kid, eatin' time."

He mixes the baby food a little more before he lifts the spoon to her lips, and his brows raise for a moment in amusement at the sight of her immediate disgust before she even tries it. "Trust me, I hate it too. Tried it with your uncles for a video once, worst decision ever," he's quiet for a minute, "don't tell your ma I said that." He tacks on at the end just in case you're watching; which you are.

He tries a different tactic, gasping, "Airplane! Here it comes, ooh, almost there, aaand—" he pushes the spoonful into her mouth and she swallows happily, more pleased that he'd made it fun.

It was adorable.