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The back bike seat, you pervert!

I am nervous, I barely hold them still, but that doesn't mean I can't look down at them.

Hold them. They love you. They need to get to know their father.

I will, I do. For short amounts of time.

You won't break them.

You may think that, I'm not so certain.

Cyril. [reaches for his hand] You're going to be a wonderful father. You've not got to worry about that.

I know, I'm just getting used to this Norton, that's all.

You're doing fine. And I love you.

[smiles] I love you too.

And you're...our children will love us. Both of us. No matter how much we might think of them as fragile.

I know, I'll get more comfortable. I promise.

Just wait till you feed them for the first time.