He has to concede to that, Spencer's definitely the kind of guy who can anticipate and prepare with the best of them, which is something Coop's never really been able to do himself. Not with his personal life, at least. At work, he's totally on it, even though he tends to overload himself even when he's got help coordinating appointments and all that. The thing is, since what'd happened with Sylvie and coming home from France, he hasn't really felt like he has a reason to really keep his shit together in the same way one might typically assume is 'right' for an adult.
That's not to say that he'd necessarily call himself one big mess, but he's not in the same place that Spencer and Joel are. He's got the solid self-employment and the house, the great friends and the good times, he's got everything he needs to keep his head above water; but he knows people look at him and wonder when the hell he's going to settle down. Have kids. Stop acting like he's still a frat kid.
More specifically, his mom wonders all these things, but he figures that's just what moms do. He doesn't put that kind of pressure on himself because he'd go crazy otherwise, and he's very comfortable with that. Coop knows who he is, and he thinks that's more than good enough. Anyone who doesn't get that or isn't willing to can kiss his ass. Except his mom, obviously.
"Probably," he agrees with a laugh, his expression softening as he looks back down at the baby. He's never really had a huge desire for kids, though he can imagine what a life with Sylvie and a baby could have been like. Still, he thinks it's kind of just a general rule that holding a baby makes a person want one because it's impossible to think of all the hard work that comes with taking care of a tiny human when there's no crying or fussing or spitting up going on. Dane is quiet, sleeping, and he kind of can't believe that this is Spencer and Joel's kid.
"Never would've thought, y'know," he says, rubbing his thumb lightly over the baby's back. "The two of you, I so wouldn't have pegged you for future dads of the year before you met each other. It's been a hell of a year."
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That's not to say that he'd necessarily call himself one big mess, but he's not in the same place that Spencer and Joel are. He's got the solid self-employment and the house, the great friends and the good times, he's got everything he needs to keep his head above water; but he knows people look at him and wonder when the hell he's going to settle down. Have kids. Stop acting like he's still a frat kid.
More specifically, his mom wonders all these things, but he figures that's just what moms do. He doesn't put that kind of pressure on himself because he'd go crazy otherwise, and he's very comfortable with that. Coop knows who he is, and he thinks that's more than good enough. Anyone who doesn't get that or isn't willing to can kiss his ass. Except his mom, obviously.
"Probably," he agrees with a laugh, his expression softening as he looks back down at the baby. He's never really had a huge desire for kids, though he can imagine what a life with Sylvie and a baby could have been like. Still, he thinks it's kind of just a general rule that holding a baby makes a person want one because it's impossible to think of all the hard work that comes with taking care of a tiny human when there's no crying or fussing or spitting up going on. Dane is quiet, sleeping, and he kind of can't believe that this is Spencer and Joel's kid.
"Never would've thought, y'know," he says, rubbing his thumb lightly over the baby's back. "The two of you, I so wouldn't have pegged you for future dads of the year before you met each other. It's been a hell of a year."