You settled comfortably on the couch, sinking into the plush cushions as you watched Ewan cradle your newborn baby in his arms. The room was softly lit, casting a warm glow that highlighted the peaceful expressions on both their faces.

After a long day filled with cries and fussiness, the tension in your shoulders finally began to melt away as you observed the serene moment unfolding before you.

Ewan’s fairly large hands cradled your little one with an almost effortless gentleness, his fingers delicately stroking the tiny limbs of your baby.

A soft grin spread across his face, one that radiated a warmth that filled the entire room. The weariness of fatherhood seemed to fade as he focused solely on the tiny body in his hands, his eyes sparkling with affection.

Ewan has never been more proud of you in his whole life than when you had given birth. He just wanted all the pain to stop and he knew it was a really hard time for you but he stayed by your side and supported his wife nonetheless.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Your husband murmured, his voice low and soothing, as if he were trying to coax the last bit of tension from the baby. “Just close those little eyes. Daddy’s got you.”

You watched as the baby’s eyelids fluttered, slowly succumbing to the comfort of the father’s embrace. Each gentle caress from Ewan seemed to send the baby deeper into relaxation, and you marveled at how instinctively he knew just what to do. It was one of the many sides of Ewan you loved—the nurturing, tender father seen offscreen.

“Our baby has your smile, my love.” he commented quietly, glancing between the two of you, he had never felt so happy in all of his life as he relaxed with his two favourite people.