Daddy of the year.

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Lewis couldn't have been happier, truly.

He and his husband had just welcomed their precious baby boy, Arlo, into the world. The little guy was the spitting image of him—minus the tattoos and piercings, of course—but unmistakably his tiny twin in the shape of his nose, the curve of his brow, and that stubborn little scowl when he was hungry.

To everyone’s surprise—though not his husband’s—Lewis was an absolute natural at fatherhood. A master of the craft. He changed diapers with swift, practiced precision, warmed bottles with the tenderness of a seasoned caretaker, and hunted down the most adorable baby outfits like it was his sacred mission. He was an absolute unit of a father—devoted, relentless, and head over heels in love with his little boy.

With hands the size of dinner plates, arms that could bench press small trees, and a height that turned every doorway into a potential hazard, Lewis looked more like a linebacker than a lullaby singer. But beneath all that muscle and ink was the gentlest soul imaginable.

When he cradled Arlo against his chest, humming softly while pacing the nursery, he became something almost mythical—an iron giant with a heart of spun sugar.