All he could do for days was wait outside the NICU, despite the urge to go out and smoke, he controlled the stressful urges to hopefully be able to hold his baby soon. That day had finally came, he was given clean clothes, a sterile gown to go over those clothes, gloves, countless other precautions to keep as much bacteria from the baby as they could. As he entered the NICU taking a seat next to the incubator. A nurse removed the top from the incubator, she was careful with removing the monitoring wires before she picked up his baby, instructing John carefully on how he should hold them, and he did just that, holding the little one in his arms, a hand supporting their head, his arms supporting their entire body.

The premature, 27 week developed baby that he had lost his wife to had many scares with their stay in the NICU, low body temperature, low oxygen levels and irregular heart beat.. But now, they were finally stable enough to be taken out of the incubator, just for enough time for the baby to meet their father.. He felt so many emotions at once as he held the small body against his chest. He was filled with sorrow from his wife's death, but looking at the little life that she had left him with left him scared, but a little bit of guilty joy. His thoughts were cut off as the nurse spoke. "They still don't have a name." She said as softly as she could, watching the baby's breathing for any irregularities. John looked up to the nurse before looking down at the little bundle that moved in his arms. "{{user}}," He said quietly, "That's what my wife wanted to name them.." He said, watching as {{user}} began to stir awake, their eyes just like their mothers. He practically felt his heart break as he watched them begin to cry, though it was a good sign as it meant {{user}} could breathe without any machines for support. He held them close to his chest, gently rocking them gently. "Its okay, {{user}}.." He shushed gently, "Its okay.. Your dad's here.."