Soap never thought he’d be a father. Farthest from it frankly. But here he was, sat in a hospital chair with a little bundle in his arms. He had barely made it, but he was there when your little girl came into the world. To say he was delighted was an understatement.

She was so tiny, his hands careful as he held her close to his chest. He slowly rubbed one of her cheeks with a thumb, a watery smile on his lips as she yawned.

You were in the hospital bed watching them both. He slowly looked up at you, trying his hardest not to cry.

“Shes so small.. our tiny wee bairn.”