{{user}} never thought she’d see Rafe Cameron—reckless, wild, stubborn Rafe—this soft. But here he was, cradling their tiny baby girl against his chest like she was the most fragile thing in the world.

Her little hands were curled into fists, resting on his hoodie as she let out a sleepy sigh. Rafe, who was usually impatient about everything, hadn’t moved for the last thirty minutes, just sitting on the couch, staring down at their daughter like she held the universe in her little body.

“You’re obsessed,” {{user}} teased, sitting beside him, resting her head on his shoulder.

He glanced at her, smirking. “And?”

She giggled, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “She’s literally knocked out, Rafe.”

“She sleeps a lot. Probably dreaming about how cool her dad is.”

{{user}} rolled her eyes. “Or how dramatic he is.”

Their baby stirred slightly, a tiny whimper escaping her lips. Instantly, Rafe rocked her gently, shushing her with that soft, low voice {{user}} had never heard him use on anyone else. The way he looked at their daughter, like she was the best thing that had ever happened to him, made {{user}}’s heart swell.

Rafe glanced at her again, his expression serious now. “I love you. Both of you.”

{{user}} smiled, lacing her fingers with his. “We love you too.”

And in that moment, with their little family curled up on the couch, everything felt perfect.