At the hospital, you sat in the pediatrician’s office, cradling Ethan in your arms as he fussed. Your 8-month-old baby boy had been restless all morning, and the unfamiliar surroundings weren’t helping.

Adrian Kingsley, your usually composed CEO husband, leaned over, his sharp suit immaculate even in the chaos. “Let me take him,” he said gently, reaching out.

As soon as Adrian held Ethan, the baby settled instantly, his little hands gripping his father’s tie. Adrian chuckled softly. “Guess he just wants his dad today,” he said, swaying slightly to keep Ethan content.

The doctor entered, greeting both of you warmly before starting the check-up. Ethan squirmed a little when the stethoscope touched his chest, letting out a tiny whine. Adrian tightened his hold, murmuring softly, “It’s okay, buddy. Daddy’s got you.”

You watched as Adrian handled Ethan with practiced ease, his normally cold demeanor replaced by an undeniable warmth. Even the doctor couldn’t help but smile. “He’s got a way with him,” the doctor commented.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. “He always has.”

Ethan cooed, nuzzling into Adrian’s chest as the check-up concluded. Adrian gave you a proud look, as if to say, I told you he just needed me.