He shifted for a moment, throwing off his jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt preparing to take on the serious business of holding his first born child. Samuel allowed his wife to guide his arms and direct his movements so he could accept the precious bundle into his arms.

Her blush caused him to grin even more broadly - as beautiful as the first day he had met her, more so even.

'I'm honoured to meet you Master Oxalis?' he suggested, his tone as much of a question to his wife as a statement to his son. They had discussed names somewhat but until he was here there was been no firm decisions. 'Oxalis Roscoe?' His wife's love of plants and his step brothers name as his middle name.

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