Uriel was the kind of father that helped to raise the baby, not just let his wife stand to task. He let her sleep when she needed to sleep, took care of most of Abraham's needs while she slept other than feeding him, though he would if there was a bottle involved. He was currently holding his son in the parlor while Kitty was still resting, talking to the boy as if he could understand. "I knew then that I loved your mother with all of my heart. And now you are here, and you are our heart."

He was laid back on the settee, his legs hanging off one end since he was much longer than the cushion on which he lounged with the baby on his chest. "Now your uncle... Sometimes I don't know about him. Maybe he loves you in his strange way. I hope he knows what he is doing though." He sighed and rubbed Abe's back. "He certainly aims to spoil you, though I don't know if I can let you play with the toys he keeps sending. He means well." He grinned and then rubbed the babe's back.