“I don’t wanna hold em’, {{user}}!” John argues, staring at you as you stand before him, your baby in your arms.

John looks down at the baby—your baby—with unease. He ain’t much for fathering, he doesn’t know if he’ll be any good at it.

It’s easier to neglect than risk messing up.

But you’ve been insistent he holds your baby. It’s been months since the birth and he hasn’t connected with ‘em yet.

“What if I drop them!?”