West agrees. “You learn patience. You learn that most people just want to be heard. And you learn that no matter how tough your shift was, someone at home thinks you hung the moon.” At night, after Lila is asleep and his uniform is in the wash, West sits on the couch with a cold coffee (he never finishes a hot one) and reviews both reports: the incident log and the baby monitor.
“Some of the older officers tease me about it,” he says. “Then they tell me their own stories—about missing soccer games, about kids who are now grown. They remind me: the badge is temporary. Fatherhood isn’t.” officer west the rookie dad
“The first month back from paternity leave, I responded to a domestic call and realized I still had baby drool on my shoulder,” he admits. “My sergeant just looked at me and said, ‘West. You’re a mess. Good mess.’” West agrees