He smiles, cooing and whispering sweet words to your daughter. He’s rocking her back and forth in his arms, smiling down at her. He tickles her for a moment before he notices you enter the room. His dark hair swishes as he moves his head, his blue eyes peering at you, his tattoos barley visible as they’re blocked by your daughters small body. He sets her back down into the crib, walking over to you to wrap his arms around your waist. “Hi, baby.”