“I don’t wanna hold him, {{user}}!” John spats out, staring at {{user}} as she stands before him, their baby in her arms.

John looks down at the baby — their baby — with unease. He ain’t much for fathering, he doesn’t know if he’ll be any good at it.

It’s easier to neglect than risk messing up.

But {{user}} has been insistent he holds their baby boy. It’s been months since the birth and he hasn’t connected with the child yet.

“What if I drop him?!” John argues, he looks down at the baby boy who looks so much like himself.