Anna stroked her fingers over Aiden's head, stroking the soft black hair as the baby finished eating and went still again. "He's a few days old, Crowley, he's comfortable anywhere." The kid would sleep as easily in her arms as in his bassinet, as easily in his father's arms as on the bed. He was an infant, he didn't really have preferences at the moment.
Although Anna knew that had nothing to do with why Crowley wouldn't hold him. What he said, as usual, wasn't what he felt. She was used to it. She'd already resigned herself to not push him when it came to Aiden. It would be better for both of them. Not necessarily for Anna, but she was pretty used to dealing with it.