"I'll think about it in the morning, after a good... four hour of sleep," he said with a snort. "And the action went the say of sleep. It's a vague memory. I remember what it's like, I know how good it is, it never seems to happen."
He patted Mike's arm. "You have a long way to go before you are as insane as me. Even my brother isn't as crazy. You are learning, though. You are here after all."
Robert got up and squeezed Mike's hand. "I can't promise great sex, but I can promise that it's more comfortable." The walk was short, the house wasn't that big after all. The incubator seemed to take so much space in a room that wasn't exactly small, but it wasn't big either and had plenty of furniture already. "I'll be right back."
He went into the bathroom and washed his hands. When he got back, he took the small syringe and and pushed the air into the nasal tube to find out stomach content. "Jesus, kid, you're going through this formula like there's no tomorrow." He looked at Mike. "I really have no clue what that doctor is smoking, because there's no way that this kid will survive on the amount of food she says." He went on top of the dresser. He poured the water from the pitcher into the bottle, mixed it with the powdered formula and mixed it, before pouring another six ounces in the pump container. Robert raised the top of the container, finger sliding over the baby's stomach. It didn't show any of the signs that the tube was causing problems and it wasn't distended like there was too much food. "You'll prove her wrong, won't you kid? Stubborn like the rest of us." He shook his head, before changing the baby's diaper.
"I really need to find a name. I can't keep calling him 'kid'," he said, not sure if he was talking to himself or Mike. When he was done, he went to throw out the diaper and put the used bottle in the dishwasher and then returned to the bedroom. "This is exactly what you picture when you think sex, right?" he said, getting in bed and kissing Mike."