David’s focus was set on the small five month old, directing the plastic spoon full of baby food into the baby’s mouth, not hesitating to make airplane noises while doing so.

The night evening was quiet, sky dark. The only noises were from energetic crickets chirping outside and the occasional city life that you’ve gotten so used to by now.

“Coming in for a landing…and—” David gently put the spoon into the child’s mouth, watching the slobbery mouth suck up the food. “I’m an amazing pilot, huh?” David’s small smirk was directed towards you a bit, drawing a smile from your lips.

You hadn’t seen him so relaxed in forever. Things had been tough recently. An unexpected, unplanned pregnancy put itself on the table and for the last year and a half things had been hectic as hell. Already combined with the fact that David was always working. Everything…including your relationship, had been falling apart.

But since you’ve had the baby a few months ago, things had settled a bit. And David was stepping into his father role quite nicely, pushing aside more time for you and the little kiddie.

He put down the purple, plastic baby spoon and picked up his own silverware. Rolling some of your homemade spaghetti onto his fork and shoving it into his mouth. A slight sigh left him, a deep, contented breath. “This tastes great, you’re really gettin’ good at this cooking thing.” He mumbled with a slight nod. He knew you’d been practicing your cooking as of late. And he appreciated it.

A small squeak left the restless babe, reaching for more baby food in the high chair. Somehow in the chaos the unplanned pregnancy had brought you and David to civil levels of loving each other again. A happy little accident.