He sat at the hospital, his foot tapping impatiently on the floor and his forearms rested on his thighs. His comjoined hands in front of his mouth as he stared into the void in front of himself, waiting for a doctor to come and call him.

As the white shirt finally comes, letting him enter, he quickly stood up, running into the room, then to you, resting his hands on the edge of the little bed you were lying on, leaning to press a kiss on your forehead.

He raised his gaze from you to the other doctor as she walks closer to place the baby into his arms. He held him against his chest, looking down at him. As the baby's small hand reached for his nose, the softest smile appeared on his lips. Tears forming at the corner of his eyes, then filling them before sliding down to his cheek. Obviously, tears of happiness.

His gaze shifting to you, time to time, to check if you were awake, yet. The realization hitting him. He was a father now.