[O...okay. Okay. He'll sit down. He'll sit down and cry, but... Let him hold one of his kids. Barett. He'd ask to hold both, but he knows that Blue is fussier and doesn't want to risk waking her up when she's settling down.]

...When I tried to pick out a couch, a kind old woman insisted on getting me on the nicest one on the store. She overheard me talking about how I wanted it for Hilda so she could be comfortable.

[...] She pushed herself. She pushed herself so hard for these kids, and she did her best to never complain. We'd say all the time that everything would be okay because we're together. We had each other.

[The breaks and pauses in his voice as he tries to talk through his tears is getting worse and worse, and he doesn't want to make the babies fuss, so he pauses for a moment to look at them. Both of them.]

I love them. Both of them. What am I supposed to say about their mom when they get older? Will they really be okay with just a dad? Will they be happy? [What if I'm not good enough? The fear he had nine months ago returns to him, and it's worse than before. He can't reassure himself that he and Hilda will be able to do it together this time.]