It seems to be the happiest moment in his life. He has been holding the little bundle in his arms for a couple of hours and he can't let go. His child.

John thinks that he will never take this miracle off his hands - the miracle of life that he and his beloved brought into this world. The little nose wrinkles and Price can't hold back an enthusiastic grin.

"Have you become a cradle, dear John?" - the weak voice of his wife from the bed. She finally woke up after a hard day, the man did not leave this bed for a second. His wife rises and John immediately wants to get up and stop her, but hesitates because of the palm raised up. Price looks worriedly at his tired weak wife, who only recently gave birth to their baby. His grip unconsciously tightens on the child in his arms.

"So will you give me my child, dear?" - she smiles when she realizes that he did not notice the outstretched hands. "Yes. Of course, yes. Sorry." - the baby, who found himself at the mother's breast, immediately opens his toothless mouth.

John finds this too charming, tears of joy come to his eyes. He strokes his wife's hair, who is now exclusively occupied with the baby, and kisses her on the top of her head.