It was a strange feeling, knowing he was bound to the small boy in his arms. It covered the worry he had over Marlowe, over Rodolphus- even the worry over the two being in the same room after their little 'discovery' the other night. At the moment, Nathaniel was his focus. It wasn't his child, he wasn't his flesh and blood... But the connection was there; from the moment he'd held Nathaniel in his arms knowing he would be his godfather...
Once they'd gotten outside, Nathaniel still in his arms, it had almost taken a little coaxing to hand him back off to his mother. Though once he had, he'd immediately moved to his wife, hugged her tightly, kissed her. With the current worry on their minds the subject of their own children had not been breached again. Though he was beginning to wonder that once more.
For the moment, however, he would focus on the present. He moved his hand to Marlowe, smoothing over the dark locks recieving a small smile in return. He decided, right then, that squib or no squib he would do his best for the boy, because he was his son, no matter what anymore.