The father in him What time is it?
Midnight or 4 A M in the morning, I don't remember. But I remember looking at him. He was slowly walking inside the room from one end to another, holding our daughter, trying to calm her down.
My man, now 32, has aged a bit after our first child was born. But he somehow managed to remain hot and handsome. God, I feel no shame talking like that about my husband! He's such a sweetheart.
But these days, I noticed the other side of this guy which made me love him even more. I didn't think much of how he would deal with the father issue. It just happens when it happens. But the transition is no less of a wonder to me.
He made a child with me. He has his share of DNAs in what he helped creating. Pure miracle, I think. Or maybe I'm just overwhelmed with ecstasy.
I was still watching him. He was wearing a striped shirt that makes guys look older. It's funny how these shirts have a dad vibe in them. The baby made a little sound, much like she's annoyed and tried to almost cry but however, didn't. He was patting her back and saying calmly, "its okay honey, dad's here". I could tell he held her with all the love in the world.
I lost my own dad when I was young. Maybe that's a big reason I find his fatherhood this much amazing.
Up from heaven, I watch the duo every moment. Thank god you can't grow tired here.