Daddy Ashton scared to have his tiny newborn sleep in a different room all alone for the first night, "what if he needs me?". Was what he questioned many times, slightly whining. So for hours he stood at the crib just watching his son peacefully sleep. Smiling deeply when the little one smiled in his sleep, already having dimples that mirrored his own. The tiny fingers firmly gripping his larger one. Reaching the other hand down to lightly stroke his chubby cheek. Audibly "awwing" when a little coo came out of the baby boy's mouth. "My perfect boy.", he said, leaving the room to finally cuddle you in bed.
