"Look, sweetheart, he's your Daddy," Elsa said when she was finally a step away from Chris.
Chris sniffed and blinked away the tears that threatened to fall and held Rocco's little hand. The little boy quickly gripped his finger tightly and smiled.
"He is beautiful and perfect, my love. Thank you!" Chris uttered and gave Elsa a kiss on her forehead before turning again to Rocco.
"Hello, Rocco. Nice to meet you. I am your father," Chris gently uttered to his son who giggled at the sound of his voice, completely ignoring and forgetting about the elders in the room.
Elsa handed Rocco over to Chris who widened his eyes and hesitated. "Carry him. Don't you want to hold him?"
"But I don't know how to carry a baby," Chris replied.
"Just support his bottom and back, you'll be fine. You got this," Elsa encouraged him.
