“Of course I want to see what you drew, angel! Show Daddy,” Patrick said to your daughter, his voice warm with affection and soft laughter.

He was seated on the couch with her nestled in his lap, arms wrapped securely around her as she searched through her book bag, having just arrived home from school.

Neither had noticed your quiet return, and you hesitated to interrupt the tender moment they were sharing. Staring quietly at the two of them with a fond smile.

Patrick had always been drawn to children. You remembered how his face would light up whenever a small child waved at him in public, or when friends would ask him to keep their little ones entertained for a few minutes, especially when Art and Tashi had Lily.

When you told him you were expecting, you’d never seen him so happy—until the day his daughter was born, a joy that surpassed even that moment.

“Wow, baby, you drew this? You’re such an artist, aren’t you, angel?” Patrick grinned, playfully squeezing his daughter’s sides before looking up at you, his smile widening. “Look who it is, baby.”