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for @blackhawks_fan
I smiled at my husband of 3 years as he held the fake baby during another one of our " parenting classes " that we both thought we desperately needed, but I couldn't help but smile ear to ear at my husband holding the baby perfectly. He was going to make a perfect father.
He glanced upward and we locked eyes. " You're perfect " I mouthed, as the parenting teacher spoke in, what felt like, the background. He half smiled, looking down, a little insecure. He slowly looked back up.
I've known this guy for 7 years and every time he looks at me, I still get goosebumps.
We walked hand in hand out the parenting centre. " Babe, you did amazing." I said smiling like an idiot, at the thought of him holding our baby. Suddenly he stopped in his tracks right in front of our car. " I'm so nervous y/n. What if I drop her? What if I hurt our baby girl." He looks at me dead in the eyes. Obviously serious.
I take his hand and pull him to the side of our car. " T, babe. You will never intentionally hurt our baby girl. If you drop her, accidents happen ? But, according to those classes, you seemed pretty damn good at holding babies. " I cracked a smile. Making him automatically do the same.
" I love you, y/n Teravanien ." he smiles. " and I love you, Teuvo Teravanien. " We smiled at each other for a minuet. I gave him a peck and spoke. " Now, baby daddy, I'm craving some ice cream.." I giggled hopping into the passenger seat.
