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Dean (donttouchthecar) wrote in utr_logs,

Dean just stood there, watching Sol with the baby. His baby. Baby boy. He felt so much pride up to this one moment, it was gonna be hard to even strip that away from him. He knew from this moment on, the only thing that would matter would be this little boy. He wanted to show everything to him. He kinda wanted to be the father that coached the games and did the camping trips and the cookouts, but was that really the life for him? He swallowed hard and shook his head.

"No," he told her. "You hold him. You uh, yeah. I mean ..." he trailed off and frowned when Solvei insisted and he sat on the edge of the bed. Arms folded, she placed John in his arms and he smiled down at him.

"Shit," he muttered and bit his lower lip before looking over at Sol.

"That's my boy," he grinned and couldn't help but feel his eyes water with tears. Never in his life did he think this moment would come and now that it was here, he never wanted to let the moment go. He knew things were gonna be different, he just didn't know how different. He didn't want to give up his hunting, but something had to give. He couldn't just turn his back on the family business, but he knew that being a family came first.