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Thinking about watching as your husband Levi rocks your newborn in his arms, the little bundle quietly cooing as your lover’s voice softly fills the nursery.

“You’re a little shit you know that? Waking your mum up every night just to get a full belly,” Levi mumbled, his tone clearly teasing, mouth struggling to fight off a smile. He was standing diagonally in front of the open window, rays of moonlight highlighting his figure, as well as your son’s.

He was almost identical to Levi, the little tufts of hair atop his head akin to onyx, his skin so soft it almost felt like porcelain, and he had an attitude. At 3 weeks old he’d begun to fuss like no other, the only difference between the two of them being that Levi showed his sassiness in ways other than screaming and crying.

You’d awoken to the sound of his wails, his need for milk so routine it’d become almost a robotic nightly response. But before you’d even stepped into the nursery, there he was, your husband, cradling your babbling child in his arms, a bottle already in his greedy mouth.

Through the slightly opened door you could just make out Levi’s face, his expression so soft you thought you’d crumble right then and there. His eyes were gentle as they watched your little boy, his long fingers delicately stroking the soft blue cotton of your baby’s ‘jammies.

“Mama loves you so much you know,” he whispered, his voice apparently very comforting as your son eyed him carefully, almost as if he was matching the voice he’d heard in the womb to a face. “Daddy loves you too, tantrums and all.”

Your baby’s eyelids started to flutter, his blinking becoming like that of a frog, slow patterns indicating he was about to drift off, his father’s voice soothing enough to convince him to ease off the bottle’s nozzle. Levi’s arms never ceased their gentle rocking, his chest a firm pillow for your baby’s head. Leaning down, he left a kiss to the sleeping child’s forehead, his little fingers now wrapped around Levi’s index.

His words had not only lulled the little bundle to sleep, but they had taken their toll on you too, the soft inflections he delivered sending waves of drowsiness through you. Quietly padding away from the door, Levi’s last words rang between your ears, his vulnerability weaving strings of love even tighter around your heart. Your husband, humanity’s strongest soldier, a softie in reality.

“I love you, my baby boy..”