"Ugh... Again..."

He whined as he held you in his arms, frowning in clear annoyance... What did you want? He tried a bottle, a pacifier, toys... But he didn't know what you wanted!

He started to think... "Will The baby have cold?" — So he arranged the baby blankets better, wrapped them around you and laid you on his metal chest. Holding you securely.

This whole father thing was hard for him, even more so without having your mother with him... Knowing that he could never go back...