"No, come on upstairs, I'll show you," he says, getting to his feet again, holding Dane gently against his chest. He's still sleeping peacefully, his tiny back rising and falling with every breath he takes. He's proud of the nursery, he likes the tree bookshelf they've built, the entire enchanted forest sort of theme they'd decided on, it pairs nicely with the stars and moon mobile Davin made for the baby.

He loves the nursery.

"Yeah," he says as he leads Aoife toward the stairs. "We named him after Spencer's brother. If he'd turned out to be a girl, he was going to be Rose."