It was late one night, 1:06am to be exact, and both you and John were drained. Your son was born 5 days ago in your home and you both have seen the bittersweet side of parenting. John sat up in your shared bed on his side while you slept peacefully on your side, catching up on the sleep you desperately needed. John held your son out in one arm, supporting his little head in one hand while the other fed him a bottle. His voice was soft and exhausted, but so filled with love.

"You're one fussy fella, lad. Screaming like a banshee for a bottle."

John chuckled softly at his own words before he continued to look down at the baby, the two of them sharing strong eye contact in this moment of the late night...