Coming back home was a little depressing, not a lot because we'd missed everyone. But for two amazing weeks it had been just us, me Kat and the baby. I'd pretty much come to terms with this fatherhood shit in the last few days or so since we'd been back.
I mean Daniel did it, not that I'd be asking the pothead for advice though he was chocked full of suggestions. I listened to his shit with a grain of salt. Drake was cool and Cy was chomping at the bit to get his hands on the little one.
In fact everyone was excited like it was a celebrity baby or some shit. Elena was a pest and my sisters weren't much better but their reactions were good for my girl because she seemed to revel in that shit.
I took a lot of teasing that first week back because that's when I went into over protective mode. Whatever; their excitement also helped me to get over some of my angst and though it didn't go away entirely it was much better now.