Something about being a parent was different than everything else Bishop had ever set to doing. The stakes seemed higher, they were higher. These little boys were counting on him to take care of them, to guide them, teach them. It was a lot of responsibility, and in truth he still wasn’t sure if he would be any damn good at it. A pause button would have been handy, maybe not to stop them growing like he joked, but to give him a breath and a chance to make sure he wasn’t screwing things up. “Suppose there’s a lot of things we’d like to stop time on,” he remarked with a smile, just moments before Noa up and smacked him.
He’s still rubbing at his arm as Noa lifts Jackson up out of the bassinet carefully, a smile turning up his mouth -- even while she talks shit about him to his son. “Hey now, don’t go telling him that,” Bishop protested lightly. “I don’t need ‘em growing up thinking I’m some hard ass.” He continued while he leaned down to pick up Lincoln and cradle him in his arms. Bishop couldn’t help the errant thought that struck him in that moment, and many others very much like this one, in that Teagan was missing out on all of this and he wondered how much more she might miss out on before she returned -- if she ever did return.
It was a small mercy Bishop thought in that at least they knew Rodeo, Adelaide and Sarge wouldn’t be returning. Thoughts of Nate flickered through his mind as well, his gaze shifting up to the loft which he had given to Bunny when she had moved in. What could he do to ensure nobody else lost a loved one? With a shake of his head to rid himself of thoughts he was certain he would have more and more of now that his was the head that wore the crown, Bishop settled down onto one of the stairs and looked first down at Lincoln and then across the way at Noa. “Yeah, least that’s what the docs tell me,” he answered, unashamed to admit he had no way to tell on his own if the boys were growing okay. “They’re still smaller than most infants, but your friend Pete assured me that’s normal for twins too.” Bishop might have smiled just a hair when he said ‘your friend Pete.’