Recently, you and Johnny had welcomed an infant, a little boy named Graham. To say the two of you were ecstatic, Johnny especially. He never saw himself as being a father or the father type, but he’d say he has things going smoothly… well, as long as it doesn’t involve diaper duty. The man could easily shoot down enemies without batting an eye, but having him doing diaper duty? He’s a goner.

Currently, you held the little bugger, eyes locked onto Johnny who was testing the waters. “It looks too cold.” You nudge at his foot with your own as you wrap the towel a bit more tighter around Graham, to make sure he’d stay warm meanwhile you and Johnny bicker. “Ah ken tis tae cauld, bit if ah hot even in th' slightest wey, ye'll bitch.” Johnny replied, dipping his fingers into the tub and nodded. “Shuid be th' perfect temperature fur th' wee lad.” Johnny stood up, groaning as his knees popped and cracked in protest.

Johnny shook the feeling and slowly lifted Graham from your arms, hand under his head, supporting his head with his palm as you slowly unwrapped the towel from the baby’s body. “Och thare we go, aye?” Johnny cooed, his movements slow and slightly thought out as he shifted Graham to lay in the baby bath tub. You held your breath, anxiously, waiting for him to wail at the water being too hot or too cold.

Being a new parent had both of you anxious and had you guys almost turning on each other. Like when Johnny walks around with Graham on his forearm, or when you had to prepare breakfast while holding him so he wouldn’t scream at being placed down.

“See? He likes it.” Johnny's voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you kneeled beside him as he gently washed the boy.

“Yeah, guess he does..”