Neal smiled. "Good. It's roasted chicken. If you want to finish up with Henry I can make us plates." He pushed himself from the couch, kissed Emma's forehead and then disappeared into the kitchen. Neal was too happy to care what they did or ate. He knew it would be difficult having a baby but he was a father.
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Date: 2017-03-04 10:17 pm (UTC)He knew now that he'd do anything for his son.