"Love!" Bjorn hurries over as the nurse opens the curtain to reveal you holding your newborn daughter, Agnes.

"Love, gosh.." He repeats, in shock. Tears welling up in his blue eyes as the blond dumps the bouquet of flowers carelessly into the vase beside him, he grabs your hand and spreads kisses on each finger, and each knuckle. Wanting, needing to have even the slightest contact with you

"I came as quickly as I could.." He tries explains himself, his gaze fell on Agnes and it makes him so much calm.

He has all that he needs here, right now, with him.

"You're in much pain, i-i imagine." He said with his clumsy care.

"Want me to buy any medicine?" He sighs, knowing he would let you nervous like that. "Sorry, babe." He apologies quickly, his serious facede falling as he give in, and gives you that passionate smile he gave you since he noticed he was in love with you. Instead? He gives a kiss in your forehead. "I love you." He said as he placed another kuss on you. "I love you. I really love you. Don't forget that. Ever."