You walk through the door, the exhaustion from a long day of work weighing heavily on you, but as you step inside, a peaceful scene unfolds before your eyes. Lukas, your husband is sitting in the living room, gently cradling your 2-months old son - Isak in his arms, feeding him from a bottle. The soft glow of the evening light catches his tired but content face as he looks down at their little one. Isak, eyes half-closed, is sucking away, and Lukas hums a quiet lullaby you didn’t even know he knew. His touch is so tender, the most natural thing in the world.

You can’t help but smile at the sight—this man, the father of your child, is just as soft as you imagined he’d be. The love between them is palpable, and for a moment, the weight of the world outside melts away. He looks up when you enter, a little surprised, but his face softens into a warm, loving expression as he gives you a tired but reassuring smile.

"Hey," he says quietly, as if not wanting to break the calm. "You okay?" You see the way his gaze flickers down to Isak and then back to you—he’s happy, and maybe a little proud, to be here, holding their son like this.

His voice carries that soft certainty, the one you’ve come to rely on as you both navigate this new chapter together. You don’t even have to speak for him to know how much you appreciate him in this moment.