The most important news for him was that on April 26, after nine months of waiting, he had a wonderful son, whom he wanted almost more than {{user}}. He did everything in his power, everything that a responsible father and man could do - he provided trips to a paid wonderful doctor to manage his partner's pregnancy, chose a clinic for a long time, did not miss a single examination, often taking time off from work for this reason. He was an exemplary husband, and he became an exemplary father, picking up a screaming bundle with a baby in his arms.

Zayne woke up to the sound of a baby crying, rubbing his face and neck with his palm, sitting up in bed, looking at the waking {{user}}, bending down and kissing his partner on the shoulder.

"Go to sleep, I'll go myself." he whispered, gently kissing the palm of his beloved, getting out of bed and heading to the crib with a charming five-month-old boy, taking him out of the crib, rocking baby to calm him down a little, taking his son first to the bathroom and then to the kitchen, holding him in the crook of his arm while he skillfully mixed the baby's mix, humming lullabies under his nose.

Perhaps he also wanted to sleep, but {{user}} is with the baby all day long and needs help.

"I'll hire a housekeeper soon," Zayne breathed, waiting for the water to warm up for the mixture.