Ross: He has a look of both sheer terror, and awe, all mixed in one. “It’s okay, just pick her up,” you giggle, urging him on. He picks her up gently, holding her to his chest. His breathing hitches, afraid that he’s doing something wrong. He looks up at you for reassurance, and you nod your head and smile. ”She’s so small,” he comments, smiling slightly. “I know, it makes me nervous too,” you say, watching them in admiration. “I’m afraid I’m gonna hurt her…” he says, worry taking over his voice. “You’re not, you’re doing great,” you chimed.
Riker: He held him in his arms softly, the smile bright on his face. However, that turned to worry when he began to whimper underneath his touch, a light cry playing through the room. He looks at you in panic, unsure of what exactly he should do. “He’s probably hungry,” you said, taking him gently in your arms now. “I’ll go fix him a bottle?” he spoke, sounding more like a question. You nodded, rocking the newborn in your arms. He came back in a few minutes, bottle ready. “You wanna feed him?” you inquired. “Yeah,” he beamed, taking him once again.
Rocky: You fell asleep with your daughter carefully placed onto your chest, on the couch. You woke up, not realizing you had even taken a nap. You searched frantically for your little girl, no where in sight. You jump up, as fast as you could with just having a baby, and searched the house. You went into her room, finding Rocky in the rocking chair with her, quietly singing her to sleep. You decided not to ruin the moment, so you snapped a picture quietly, and continued watching. The smile was more than bright on your face, as you eyed him in awe. He turned his head, finding you in the doorway, and smiled back. “Hey beautiful,” he chirped, motioning for you to come join him.
Ratliff: He helped you from the car, then proceeded to get the car seat. “Hey little buddy,” he coo’d carrying him inside. He kept pace with you, one hand around your waist escorting you in. “Ow,” you breath, still sore. “You can sit when we get inside okay?” he said, kissing your cheek. You nodded, and kept going. You took a much needed seat down, and he placed the seat in front of the both of you. “Will you get him, I wanna hold him,” you pleaded, longing to hold your newborn. “Of course,” he smiled, unbuckling him gently from the car seat. A look of concentration washed over his features, being extra care not to hurt him. He was placed into your arms, and he rested onto you. You both admired the beautiful little boy, constantly stroking his head, or counting his fingers and toes.
Ryland: You’d had her home for no less than an hour, and you both were already in panic. She hasn’t stopped crying, and the both of you had tried everything to calm her down. You sat her up in your arms, rocking her gently. Tears were beginning to prick your eyes, and you felt completely terrible for not being able to help her. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, wiping the tears away one by one. “I’m a terrible mom. We haven’t even had her home for an hour and I already don’t know what to do,” you sobbed. “We’ll get this okay? It just takes time,” he said, sounding completely determined. He took her in his arms now, and started beat boxing. “What are you doing?” you asked, completely bewildered. “I read somewhere that this might work,” he replied, and in that instant, her cries stopped. “Are you kidding me right now?! Beat boxing? Damn you!” you giggled.
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