James' P.O.V

I felt happy?

Not alone.

My daughter is the cutest thing ever but she keeps her father and I up all night. Thomas is a good father. Surprisingly. I noticed that she really loved him and was clingy, Thomas thought it was sweet that her last name was his. I could've just named her Tiffany Madison.

"I'm glad you've decided to join us Thomas, it means a lot that you would drop anything just to have a family with me. I was thinking ...."

"Yes James." He asked me.

"Can we have another one?"

"Uh....we should wait a few years James."

"......Yeah maybe your right."

"We already have to take care of Tiffany, imagine another one."

I nodded and heard the baby cry for the fourth time tonight. I get up from the bed and rush to the corner of the room, where her crib was, so I picked her up and wiped her tears away then sat in the rocking chair and stared into her obsidian eyes.

"She's so beautiful."

"Well she's the product of you and me."

"Good point. She gets her looks from her father."

"I thought I was 'That scary man over there.'

I started laughing, "You know you're handsome."

"Yes, I do know that, thank you."

I laid Tiffany back into her crib once she was asleep once again and kissed her little nose. I go back into bed with Thomas and we both fell asleep of the rest of the night.