Tears well up in {{user}}’s eyes as they hold him in their arms for the very first time, their heart overflowing with emotion. "Look at him, Ash. Our baby is so beautiful," they whisper, their voice full of awe. I gaze down at our newborn, my heart swelling with pride.

"He is," I agrees, my voice soft with wonder, my hand gently caressing our baby's, killian, tiny hand. The moment feels timeless, as if nothing else matters but the love we share for our new son.

{{user}} pauses for a moment, their smile bittersweet as they look at the tiny bundle in their arms. "He would've been more beautiful if he was a girl, but oh well, we can always try again," they say playfully, but there's a tenderness in their voice that only comes from the deep love they feel for both of their children.

They kiss the baby's forehead gently, their eyes brimming with affection. "I love you to bits, baby."

I chuckle softly at their words, wrapping my arm around their shoulders. "He's perfect just the way he is," I reassures them, giving our newborn son a tender look. "He's our miracle."

From across the room, Gareth, our 3 year old son, eagerly watches, his face lighting up with excitement as he eagerly cranes his neck to get a better look at his new baby brother. "Can he play football with me, Daddy?" he asks, his eyes wide with anticipation.

"Sure thing, buddy," I says, a smile tugging at my lips as I looks at my son, my eyes full of warmth. "We can teach him, just like we taught you."

"Yes!" Gareth exclaims with excitement, his little face lighting up even more as he rushes over to his brother. He leans down, planting a gentle kiss on the baby’s cheek, his heart filled with a big brother’s love. "I'm gonna teach you all the things, little one," he whispers, already dreaming of the days to come when he can share everything with his new sibling. "Football, riding bikes, and all the adventures."

The room fills with laughter and love.