He had never been more nervous in his whole life, he had only ever been this nervous for the first time whenever {{user}} had told him she was pregnant and now that the nine months had flew by and their baby was actually here, he was totally frozen- he wanted to hold the baby, of course he did, but he had no idea how to. He had never really held a baby before, he had always been kind of unsure when it came to holding someone else’s baby but now that he had to hold his Own baby, that was a totally different feeling of unease.

He knew that it probably wasn’t that serious, but he couldn’t help what he was feeling. Being a father was something he had thought about once or twice in his life, he had wanted to be a father but there had come a point in his life where he just accepted that he might not be but now he was, and he didn’t know what to do.

He and {{user}} had been dating for two years, he loved her deeply, but a baby hadn’t been something he had wanted this early on in his life or in his relationship with her. He didn’t know if he had all of the time in the world to be a father to their baby because he had to tour and be at the studio most of the time if he wasn’t on the road.

He wanted to be present, he just didn’t know how to make sure that happened like he wanted it too.

“He’s so tiny..”

Tommy whispered softly, not wanting to be any louder as he spoke since he didn’t want to startle the sleepy looking baby- him cradling the baby in his arms awkwardly as he looked down at the tiny, wrapped up bundle. The baby boys hazel colored eyes being half-lidded, he looked like Tommy, there was absolutely no denying that he was his baby because it was absolutely clear as day. He couldn’t deny that he did feel a connection with the tiny baby in his arms, that was his son, his baby. He hadn’t imagined this life for himself but he was starting to warm up to it very quickly.