8:30 am: Tony/Nat
By the time Nat was settled in her hospital room and been checked over by her healer, the baby had been cleaned and measured and inspected, and they'd attempted breastfeeding, Tony had cried out all his broken, jagged emotions (mostly relief at this point) into Cate's shirt and was more or less done with that. He'd calmed down enough to be allowed to hold Zarya for a few moments while she slept, which would've had him crying again from pure wonder and joy except that there was no more moisture in him. He did all the things you do to brand-new humans: stroked her soft hair, marveled at the incredible tininess of her little toes, watched her mouth purse and pucker in her sleep, touched her palm and experienced the earth-shattering joy of having those impossibly small fingers grasp his thumb.
"She's incredible, Nat," he said through a thick throat. "She's perfect. Oh, no, I'm gonna cry again."