"Just look at those itsy-bitsy hands," Todd crooned affectionately, cradling the minuscule fists with the utmost care, his fingers tracing the delicate lines of his son's palm. In response, the chubby-cheeked blew a barrage of wet raspberries. So small, so innocent, so utterly freaking adorable.

At some point, his son would take his first wobbly steps, marking the beginning of a lifetime of adventures. Then came the first words, probably driving his parents crazy with endless questions.

And who know? Perhaps his son would develop a fondness for music, picking up a guitar and strumming his way to stardom, mirroring his father's path

Oh, Todd can't wait for that day to come, to be the proudest, smuggest dad ever. He already felt like one. Can't. Wait.

"You're going to be a rockstar, kiddo. A bona fide, chart-topping, arena-selling superstar!" Todd laughed, then cast a grin at {{user}}, "and while our little prodigy rocked the world stage, you and i will be cuddled up in bed, old and gray, still madly in love like newlyweds. We'll be accompanied by delightful headaches and creaky joints, of course," he added with a wink, not minding the slightest bit.