".. Well, don't just stare at her like that, Diego." You hiss at the man, who was simply staring down at the baby in your arms with a slack-jaw, dumb look on his face

He knew it was going to look like him in some way, but man.. the kid was a splitting image of him, even having the same thick, blonde curls he had as a child.

You tried to have the baby over to him, resulting in some nervous noises from him as he had no clue how to hold a baby holding it oddly; her little body laid out on his forearms as her head was held by both his hands

... Your husband was so weird..