Soap paced to the side of the hospital bed, looking at the bundle of blankets and tiny hands reaching out in his spouse’s cradled arms.

He was anxious about reaching out for the baby. He didn’t want to drop the little thing on accident.

“Lordy, love.” He said with a nervous chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest nervously. “I’m bloody scared to hurt the tyke.” He breathed out worriedly as he paced, unable to sit still, and unable to peel his loving, wanting eyes off of his first born