It was a terrible joke, but Tuck's laugh was entire worth it, and Will grinned shamelessly as he took Hazel into his arms. She stirred a little before settling sleepily against her father's chest, one pudgy hand curling round a fistful of his shirt. Her fingers flexed open and closed, open and closed, in drowsy little movements. It was near hypnotic to watch. Only after a few seconds had lapsed in silence did he realise Tuck and Clio were both watching him and that it maybe had something to do with the dopey smile he was giving his daughter.
He was still wearing it when he looked up again. "Who'd have thought it, eh?" he asked, softer. "You and Scarlet, Johnny, me, all with kids. Grandkids, even."