Darlene's pov
Although he was new to fatherhood, his love for our son was apparent. The gentle movements of his limbs and how his features softened while he handled his tiny body proved how much he cared for Benjamin. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them while he cocooned our little one in his arms, gently cradling him to and fro. It was such a sweet sight—one I wanted to cherish forever. I secretly snapped a picture with my phone before asking him to lay him in the crib.
Stephen laid him down, almost as though he was scared of breaking him, and climbed onto the bed with me. I let him cuddle me and rested my head against his chest. Being wrapped in his warmth was the best feeling ever. I felt at home when he held me. Perhaps I was too easy to please, but I didn’t see why I should punish
