[ Maybe this is something that he finds annoying in the future but right now he really can't keep himself from enjoying the way she talks, the long tangent and her breath against his neck. This is his kid. He knows it in his heart and the way she talks and her weight on his back. He knows and no one can tell him anything different. ]
No, but I'm pretty sure I who his dad is. He was a jerk too. [ Asshole, more like. ] You did good. I'm real proud of you.
[ He pauses for a beat, scared to ask but when else is he going to have this opportunity? ]