Samuel brought a hand up to his mouth and brushed his thumb over his lower lip, his other hand still nested in Lydia's hair, trying to figure out what was going on in her head. It didn't occur to him to think that she could read their daughter, though he was perceptive enough to notice the shiver, at least, and it had struck him as odd. Something beyond just seeing her for the first time.

Thoughts of figuring out what, exactly, he was missing evaporated when she called him Daddy, however, pride and joy replacing any worry he might have had, a dumb smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Daddy. He was a daddy. Wouldn't Joseph have been surprised, if he were with them now.