Roger was standing by the changing table, looking at the diaper in his hands with a mixture of uncertainty and slight frustration. His son, a small newborn who was softly crying in his crib, seemed so fragile in his tiny world. Roger had watched his daughter grow up, but he had never had the chance to be so involved in the early days of a baby's life. Now, with his son in his arms, he realized how unfamiliar this whole process was to him.

"How am I supposed to do this?" he murmured more to himself than to you, a look of confusion on his face as he tried to open the diaper package.

You, sitting quietly in the nearby chair, watched him with a small smile on your lips. You knew that although Roger was a man of great talent and vision, he had always been someone who preferred to analyze before acting, and this new facet of life was overwhelming him a bit.