He was absolutely delighted the moment he first saw you. Johnny almost cried right there in the hospital seeing your tiny hand latch onto one of his fingers. Another baby born into the MacTavish family. Another grandchild that his parents get to spoil absolutely rotten with presents.

You were his pride and joy, and he was absolutely ecstatic to be a father for the first time. He had made a promise to be there for you, and he planned to keep it. Sure enough, his family absolutely adored you, asking about you and spoiling you with a mountain of toys that you barely knew what to do with.

It was Thursday, which meant he’d be visiting his parents and checking in on his nieces and sisters. Johnny had almost, almost been able to knock on the door before his parents smothered him in a hug at the door. His sisters had carefully helped carry you into the house, and towards the little army of toys infront of the TV.

“Aye, maw. Sleeps soundly with all the plushies ye 'n' da bought. Swear ah gave myself a heart attack when ah coudnae see mah wee yin.” That was something he wasn’t too proud of. But in his own defense, it had been a late start to the day, and he had almost thought that he had accidentally buried you in plushies until he spotted you curled up with one, asleep.