Her gaze pierced him through. Slowly, he released the breath he had been holding. His mind flooded with images of Alex as an infant, as he tried to put into words an experience that was competely beyond them.
"A man bonds with his child differently..." he began slowly. "It happens slowly... it's not immediate... "
His voice trailed off. His heart was beating powerfully within his cest, so much so that he could see his t-shirt bounce with each pulsation. His area of professional expertise told him that this probably meant he was hitting upon something. He wiped a sweaty palm on his shorts.
Oh my God, he said to himself, like a brief aside in a play. I know what's going on here...
And then it all burst out. "Juliet, I'm scared. I think I'm afaid of being a bad father."