He was always interested to hear how things were done back in Phasma's world. It wasn't only informative but helped explain how his partner viewed the world. The idea of a tribe or familial group raising the children wasn't an alien concept by any means and even in Noah's world it was a fairly new concept for a mother and father to create a separate home to raise their children. He felt a tug of anxiety at the idea of loosing that father/child relationship. Though, in the long run, perhaps it were more practical. Stiles had been damaged so much by his mother's death and if he'd had a community of parents willing to step up, perhaps that loss would have been lessened.
"It's a lot to think about," Noah said with a solemn frown. "I think I'd prefer for us to do the parenting," he said with a look down at Phasma. "I understand why it might be necessary when the world is at war but we're safe enough here that we can form those mother and father bonds. That would be important to me." They were going to have many discussions such as this as time went on, Noah suspected, seeing a glimpse of their future talking about their worlds and finding the best way through for them and their child. "Stiles is the most important person in my world and I would hate to miss out on that with this baby," he said by way of explanation.
"I'm glad you two finally met," Noah said with a smile and seeing that there was a touch of secrecy to Phasma's smirk. He'd have to investigate that down the line. "How'd you get along with him?" he asked instead, deciding to go the interpersonal route and wanting to see how his partner and son had felt about one another. Noah gave a snort of laughter at her comment on the pregnancy. "I can only speak to what I've heard," he answered with a grin, "but apparently once the birth is over people get amnesia and forget about the past trauma," he said lightly teasing. "It probably has a lot to do with being sleep-deprived for at least the first five years."