'Time to go home, sweetie', He whispers, disbelief colouring his voice.

He lifts the baby and gently places her in her car seat, buckling her in with a practised ease that you still can't quite believe. With the baby seat in one hand and your hand in his other, you exit the room.

You head to the car, where Owen clicks the seat into the base and then helps you into the backseat, before slipping into the driver's side. 'Take it easy, Owen', You warn as he pulls out of the car park and onto the main road, and he nods, nerves tingling down his arms as the weight of transporting his baby girl suddenly settles down on him. 'Precious cargo', he replies, smiling back at her through the rear view mirror

He swings open the front door, with you sneakily videoing him on her phone as he sets the car seat down in the entryway, bending down to unclip the baby, looking back at you as she scrunches up her legs as she's lifted.

It's day four at home when you have your first visitors, Owen unable to hold back the team any longer from meeting the baby. Then Owens adult son, TK and his husband Carlos are the first to come, then Judd and Grace then Tommy, Nancy, Paul, Marjan, Mateo all arrive in 15 minutes of each other.