One, two, three, four, fiveㅡ

A coo, soft and gurgled. Little eyes watch him, track the way he strokes his fingertip against those tiny fingers ㅡ and smiles when they curl around his with surprising strength.

The baby coos again. Little hands, little feet ㅡ little everything. Little and perfect, from the soft shock of hair to the chubby cheeks.

It still feels strange that he's a father. It's a concept he'd never truly given much thought to. A brother, yes ㅡ that came easy. He loves his brothers, and his sister. But a father ㅡ

A noise of discontent pulls him out of his thoughts. The baby looks less pleased now, little features crumbling, scrunched as, to Hunter's horror, they begin to cry.

"No no no, it's okayㅡ" He's quick to pick the baby up, anxious but gentle, trying to remember the way he'd been shown how to hold them. "Shh, don't cry, I've got youㅡ"