BLAIR POV
The automatic doors whooshed open as I pushed the stroller into Starbucks. Samuel spotted me from across the room and made a bee-line, arms outstretched. I knew the routine - this wasn't a hug for me.
"There you are, buddy!" Samuel exclaimed, expertly scooping Nathan out of the stroller. He cradled the baby close, a surprising tenderness in his movements.
A smug satisfaction bloomed in my chest. This was the same man who'd once called childbirth "undesirable" and declared babies "reeking." Now, here he was, a natural with Nathan nestled against his chest. A small smile played on my lips as I watched him bounce the baby gently, a soft coo escaping his own lips.
"Hello, there, little prince charming," Samuel murmured, nuzzling his nose against Nathan's chubby cheek. "How about
