"Shh, shh, it's okay.. I've gotcha, sport."

Price mumbles, cradling the baby in his arms- his baby. He coos softly, rocking the infant and kissing its forehead.

"It's alright, sweetie pie.. I know, I know you want momma, but she's sleeping."

He hums, furrowing his brows as the child keeps crying, sighing soft.

"Oh, honeypie.."