"I can offer the best life for her," he murmured staring down at the child, "I know I can." The group watched Tony but said nothing. The group could sense Tony's aching heart.
Tony held (Name) in his arms and quirked his eyebrows at his tablet. "Friday, remind me to make you a body," he muttered, "I might need to get (Name) a nanny. But I don't trust anyone with (Name)." After a moment Friday's cool disembodied voice replied, "What are you struggling with this time Master Stark?" Tony rolled his eyes for a moment, "I can't figure out how to swaddle (Name)." If Friday could, she would've smirked at him before saying, "Not even I am sure how to help sir."
Tony jolted awake at the sound of (Name) screaming. He sprinted to her crib. (Name) cried and wailed. He scooped her up in his arms and held her to him. "It's okay (Name)," he whispered to her, "It was only a nightmare."
Tony carried him to his bed. "You're going to be sleeping with me for the rest of the night," he told her, "It's night good to be alone after them." (Name) cuddled into his chest. He smiled sadly and whispered, "Trust me. I have them too."
"Daddy!" the toddler cried with joy and she ran over to her father. Tony grinned and opened his arms for a hug. "What's up Buttercup?" Tony hugged his little girl tightly. "You're so amazing, Daddy!" Tony looked at (Name) and quirked an eyebrow, "And why's that sweetheart?" "Because!" she cheered, "You. Are. Ironman."