Montague smiled and then laughed quietly under his breath. "Right, of course." Not that she wasn't worrying just as much, he could see it in her face; it was their son and he expected no less.
Astin squirmed in his arms again, eyes still closed and Montague smiled. "I should probably- put him down." His dark eyes looked down at the tiny infant before he let his hand trail off his wife to carefully put Astin back in his crib, brushing a finger along the silkened hair before standing up straight, turning to Verity.
For a moment he felt awkward, they weren't like they used to be; but, this was his wife, the woman he'd loved since he was probably fifteen, and the mother of his children.
Montague stepped forward, cupping her face to kiss her, his lips smooth and hard against hers.