"Yeah, we will see about that," Mitchell replied with sparling eyes. His expression softened, dropping the dare from his face. "But yeah, I would love to hold her. So who of you were worse during the birth?" he asked, teasing back into place. He had never experienced a proper birth, one where the mother did not die out of blood loss and he did not end up threatening the doctor. He did not know what it was like to be in Clint's shoes. Nonetheless, teasing never hurt. He moved closer to be to pick up the kid.