JJ shifts slightly, trying not to disturb the delicate balance of their daughter in his arms. He doesn’t want to wake her, doesn’t want to break the peace that seems to surround them in this moment. There’s something about holding her that feels right—like he was meant to be her dad all along. They hadn’t planned for this, and he knows {{user}} was just as shocked as he was when she first took the test. But there’s a strength in the way {{user}} dealt with it all—how she threw herself into this new role, becoming a mother even when she wasn’t sure if she was ready.

The couch beneath them is worn but comfortable, the kind that’s seen its share of memories—late-night talks, friend hangouts, and now, the gentle cooing of a baby. JJ looks down at their daughter, his heart swelling with something he hasn’t quite felt before. It’s a mix of pride and fear, love and uncertainty—everything they were, wrapped up in this tiny, fragile little life.

"Man, you’re really out, huh?" he mutters softly, mostly to himself, as he gently strokes her cheek with his thumb. {{user}} is sitting next to him, watching as their daughter’s eyes twitch slightly in her sleep, as if dreaming already. "She’s a good sleeper," JJ says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Guess she takes after you."