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It was Art’s first time meeting Paul’s baby son, Harper. The boy had been born while Art was away filming, and moreover, he and Paul had been fighting (as usual). But Art and the baby's father were getting along. For now at least.
Paul was carrying Harper, barely a few months old. Paul's hand was gently supporting Harper's head, that was starting to grown smalls strands of silky brown hair. When Paul bought Harper closer, Art could instantly recognize Harper's big brown eyes from Paul’s own. Quiet and staring. Art bent to coo at Harper and the baby giggle. Art looked from Harper to the baby’s father and Paul grinned.
'So this is Harper?' Art asked very quietly.
'Uh uh, this is him,' Paul responded proudly, stroking his son's hair.
Art had to admit the scene before him was heartwarming - even though Paul looked desperately tired, Art could see the warmth and love Paul showered onto his son. While Art had never considered fatherhood himself, he knew Paul was going to do a fantastic job. Art had to stop himself from voicing this thought out loud, after all weren't him and Paul fighting?
‘Do you want to hold him?’ Paul said suddenly.
Art was taken aback - he didn't really know how to hold a baby, and what if he dropped Harper?
Paul could sense Art's nervousness. 'I'll show you how.'
Art gulped and swallowed, but then he nodded, 'Okay, Paul.'
Art was nervous as Paul guided Harper to his arms, not quite sure how to hold him properly. Paul took Art's hands and arms and moved them to the correct the right position, and Art held Harper close.
‘Hey little guy,' Art said quietly.
Harper looked up at Art and giggled. Art grinned - he couldn't believe a baby could be this cute. He didn't stop himself from voicing this thought.
'Can’t believe someone as cute as you can have a dad that mean,’ Art grinned naughtily.
Art could hear Paul groan and shake his head.
As if in support of his father, Harper reached out and yanked on one of Art’s stray curls. Art gasped, not so much from pain but out of shock more than anything. He frowned at Harper, but Art couldn't stay mad at him, not with those big brown eyes looking at him so cutely...
-the end-