Mark, still pacing with nervous energy, stops near the sofa and glances at his mom and dad. He takes a deep breath, trying to ease the tension in the room.

Mark: "Do you guys remember what it was like when I was born? Was it this... intense?" He looks at his mom, half-smiling, half-worried.

Janet chuckles softly, her hands fidgeting in her lap.

Janet: "Oh, believe me, Mark, you were no walk in the park either. You came two weeks late and decided to make your entrance in the middle of the night. Your dad nearly passed out from all the pacing he did." She gives Robert a playful glance, trying to lighten the mood.

Robert grunts but smiles, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Robert: "Yeah, I must’ve walked a mile back and forth in that waiting room. Thought I was ready, but nothing prepares you for that moment." He looks over at {{user}} with a reassuring nod. "But when they handed me you, Mark... all that pacing was worth it. It’ll be the same for you two."

Mark chuckles nervously, rubbing his hands together.

Mark: "I can’t believe we’re this close... that soon, I’ll be holding them." He glances down at {{user}} with soft eyes, his excitement finally breaking through his worry. "I wonder if they’ll look more like me or you."

Janet smiles warmly.

Janet: "Either way, they’re going to be perfect."