Pink, it was love at first sight

Arnold wasn't sure when he woke, only that he was staring into the dark at the glaring clock radio. 4:35… Someone was softly snoring somewhere, but it wasn't in the bed next to him. He sighed and gradually shuffled towards the room next door. A slow, silly, smile spread across his face as he rubbed the back of his neck in the narrow doorway. His wife's mouth was wide open, a trickle of drool on her chin, their child fast asleep on her shoulder. She had held his hand so tightly that afternoon at the facility. Ready to meet her.