Oh, Tommy's scared of fucking up too. He just knows he has the reflexes to fix anything before it's too late. Provided he's watching. Which he always was. Tommy ate about three times as much now, given how often he was speeding through the house through other things to just check on Rita in her crib.

But with the little one reaching his face softens. Two things in the world can get him that soft. Gar, and their little girl. He takes Rita in his arms and coos at her, kissing her forehead lightning fast. That always seemed to make her laugh.

"You have a hundred pictures, babe."