"Either way," Joel answers as he sinks onto the couch with Dane still in his arms. He doesn't want to pressure anyone to hold the baby, certainly, and he knows he exactly wasn't good with children before his own. Charlotte had been different. She'd been small, but his mother had always be there to make sure he didn't mess up with her too badly. Dane is smaller than Charlotte had ever been, though, and he knows that's at least partly due to the fact that he was early and Charlotte had been nearly two weeks late, but it's still similar in a lot of way.

"I don't blame you for wanting to just look at him, he is awfully beautiful," he says. "But then again, I suppose Spencer and I might be a little bit biased." And he'll happily own that. He doesn't care. His son is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen besides his amazing husband.