And The Silver Spoon
The nurse hurriedly deposits Theo into your arms and leaves you be, shutting the door behind him.
Easy does it, you grunt quietly, a silly attempt to fill the empty space.
With the kid resting in your arms and your thundering heart no doubt bound to wake the kid up any second, you lean forward and press a small kiss in the kids hair.
Youre okay, you tell him repeatedly. Youre okay.
An empty promise. Made even emptier when you suddenly, horrificly remember one important detail to all of this.
You can either be The Bolt or a father. But you cannot be both.