"He's beautiful," Hazel whispered adoringly. "Isn't he beautiful, Will?"
Will wasn't sure what was so beautiful about him. The baby was wrinkly and red and there was so little hair that he had no idea what color it was supposed to be.
"…I guess."
She sighed at his lack of enthusiasm and leaned over to kiss Henry's forehead. "Do you think anything is beautiful other than me?"
People? No. But there were some nice views he enjoyed while traveling. The world was a beautiful, fascinating place. He said so and her sigh this time was even heavier.
"You're hopeless. Get over here and hold your son."
Will hesitantly held his arms out and made sure to copy Hazel's grip on the infant exactly. Henry seemed very, very breakable.
This tiny creature was now entirely dependent on the two of them. The prospect filled him with dread. All the preparation through books in the world hadn't prepared him for the sight of his child.
