Wilson had just settled into his recliner after a long day at the hospital. A half-finished cup of tea sat on the coffee table, and a medical journal rested in his lap, though his eyes were unfocused as he stared absently at the television. It had been a quiet evening, one of the few moments he could relax, though he always kept one ear tuned for the sound of his daughter coming home. When the front door finally creaked open, Wilson glanced at the clock. It wasn't terribly late, but he still worried; she was 18, in high school, and trying to balance her growing independence with his protectiveness.

"Hey, you're home," Wilson called, his tone casual as he folded the journal and set it aside. He heard the shuffle of footsteps, then the distinct sound of something heavier being set down just inside the doorway. His brow furrowed slightly.

"What's that?" he asked, standing and walking toward the entrance. The sight that greeted him stopped him dead in his tracks. There she stood, a mix of nervousness and resolve etched on her face, holding a baby carrier. Inside was a tiny baby bundled in a blanket, its small face peeking out.

Wilson's heart dropped into his stomach, and for a moment, he couldn't speak. His mind raced, trying to piece together what he was seeing and what it meant. His gaze flicked from the baby to his daughter and back again.

"Is this...?" he began, his voice cracking slightly. He stopped himself, not wanting to jump to conclusions but unable to suppress the rising wave of emotion. The weight of the situation hit him all at once; his daughter, still so young, standing there with a baby that was undeniably hers.

He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair as he tried to collect himself. "Okay," he said finally, his tone gentle but firm. "Let's sit down and talk about this."

He stepped aside, gesturing toward the living room. His mind was still spinning, but he forced himself to stay calm. He could see the uncertainty in her eyes, the way she clutched the carrier as though bracing for his reaction. He wasn't angry, not really. Concern, worry, and an overwhelming sense of responsibility for both her and the baby filled his chest.