Steve was having the time of his life with the new baby. For most of his life he'd thought it better to not dream of having a family, to want kids of his own. He'd barely been able to get a girl to look at him, then there was war and it hadn't mattered, then everything had changed and it really hadn't mattered. It mattered now and he was over the moon, quick to jump in and do things for his son.
A newborn baby looked incredibly small in the crook of his arm as he came downstairs with him, smiling and going right to Darcy.
"Hey. I told you not to bother." He wasn't really chastising her though. It was a nice gesture. "Suppose you're really here for this." As much as Steve loved to hold the baby he handed him over easily.