“You’re okay,” Jill hushes, petting her wife’s hair as she gazes down at {{user}} holding their newborn to her chest. “You’re o- God… they’re so tiny…”

{{user}} had been the one between them to carry their baby, and the pregnancy has not been easy. Now, however, all of that’s forgotten as the small infant rests on {{user}}’s chest. Jill has seen zombies, fought mutated monsters, been mind controlled -

Nothing has come close to making her feel as nervous as seeing how tiny their baby is. And she cannot even imagine holding something so small and fragile in her hands, which are used to holding rifles and grenades.