Soap sat in the cozy armchair, cradling your newborn in his arms, his usually boisterous voice softened to a gentle murmur. He traced a finger along the tiny, delicate fingers wrapped around his thumb, his gaze full of awe and disbelief.

The tough, unflinching captain you knew was gone, replaced by a man entranced by the little life in his arms. His attention was entirely on the baby. “Look at ye," he whispered, smiling down at the little bundle. "Not even a week old, and already breaking hearts."

You stayed silent, letting your heart swell as Soap rocked the baby, oblivious to your gaze, his entire world wrapped up in the tiny life nestled against his chest.