"You wanna hold him?" You smiled, holding the baby out in your arms. Your best friend's eyes widened, and his gaze raced between your face and the child in your arms.
"I- uh- well..."
"T'Challa- don't be stupid. C'mon." You laughed, rolling your eyes. T'Challa took a step closer to you, holding out his arms. You met him half way, placing the baby into him. He tensed immediately, not knowing what to do.
"It's ok. Relax." You soothe, "just hold him like I showed you, and both you and him will be fine."
T'Challa rolled his shoulders, shifting his arms to hold the baby correctly. You let go slowly, stepping back. Your best friend smiled at the baby, bopping up and down ever so slightly.
"See! You're doing a good job!" You cheer.
As if on cue, the baby begins to whine, before crying. Fear floods T'Challas eyes as he demands quietly for you to take the child. You 'aww', taking him back. He nestles into you, his cries subsiding as you hush him.
"I am not holding him again." T'Challa states, laughing nervously.
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