Even when Rhonda spoke it took Ernest a few moments to even realise what she was saying.
He very carefully took the baby from her, without saying anything at all. He was concentrating too much on not hurting his daughter. He was a horrible brute of a man and he just knew he could crush her fragile little body too easily. He held her as if she were made of glass, but looked upon her as if seeing nothing.
Patricia, unaware of her fathers coldness, gurgled and settled in his arms as if he were most comforting.
"Sorry. I am not a good father," he admitted with much sincerity.