Robert thought they were both out their minds if they thought this baby wasn't small. He was smaller than Robert's forearm.
That wasn't helpful at all. He had never thought that he'd be doing any of the work besides teaching him how to fight and play baseball. She was supposed to take care of this kid until they could get to their dimension and hire a nanny. "Do what? I don't even know what I'm supposed to do." He looked at G and raised an eyebrow. "I am holding him, but I don't see how that helps." He snorted. "A name? Seriously? We couldn't agree on what to eat. We kept the conversation to a minimum and limited to irrelevant stuff. I figured when the time came, I'd say whatever popped into my mind, she'd ignore me and do whatever the fuck she wanted like she always did. So no, we didn't pick out a name."