Coop had seen Spencer's Instagram post on Friday and maybe--maybe--had overreacted when he'd immediately sent Joel two or seven texts in a row demanding all the details of how big the baby is and how well he's doing and how Erin's doing and how he and Spencer are doing, shit that he probably could have waited to send until at least a day after his friends had been able to hold their newborn for more than five seconds but hell, he'd been excited.
He's seen them here and there since Spencer and Davin had come back home, and it's admittedly been nice to see that Spencer has been keeping in good spirits since all that shit had gone down. The dream had been bad, really fucking bad, and he's not sure that Davin is handling it as well but healing is different for everyone. It's something to be grateful for, Coop thinks, that Spencer and Joel have each other to push through the rougher parts of life because it would have royally sucked, to say the least, to still be really suffering with the baby already here.
But he's not going to bring anything like that up because this is a good day. He hadn't dropped by the hospital even though he'd come extremely close, opting instead to let the new dads have their alone time before being bombarded with a million people knocking down their door to meet baby Dane, but now Coop's kicking at the door to be let in because he has a box in his arms full of baby clothes that his parents had sent down as a congratulatory gift. Which is weird because Coop is pretty sure the last time either of them even talked to Spencer was long before Coop had left for college but whatever, his parents have always had stupidly big hearts.
When Spencer opens the door, Coop's eyes drift past him to land on the tiny little body being cradled in Joel's arms, and he practically throws the box at Spencer's face before clapping his hands over his mouth as he steps inside.
"Holy shit," he whispers through his fingers, hovering carefully over Joel's shoulder. "Holy shit, that is the smallest living human I ever ever seen, are you sure he's real?"
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He's seen them here and there since Spencer and Davin had come back home, and it's admittedly been nice to see that Spencer has been keeping in good spirits since all that shit had gone down. The dream had been bad, really fucking bad, and he's not sure that Davin is handling it as well but healing is different for everyone. It's something to be grateful for, Coop thinks, that Spencer and Joel have each other to push through the rougher parts of life because it would have royally sucked, to say the least, to still be really suffering with the baby already here.
But he's not going to bring anything like that up because this is a good day. He hadn't dropped by the hospital even though he'd come extremely close, opting instead to let the new dads have their alone time before being bombarded with a million people knocking down their door to meet baby Dane, but now Coop's kicking at the door to be let in because he has a box in his arms full of baby clothes that his parents had sent down as a congratulatory gift. Which is weird because Coop is pretty sure the last time either of them even talked to Spencer was long before Coop had left for college but whatever, his parents have always had stupidly big hearts.
When Spencer opens the door, Coop's eyes drift past him to land on the tiny little body being cradled in Joel's arms, and he practically throws the box at Spencer's face before clapping his hands over his mouth as he steps inside.
"Holy shit," he whispers through his fingers, hovering carefully over Joel's shoulder. "Holy shit, that is the smallest living human I ever ever seen, are you sure he's real?"