Tony waited until the knife was cooled before he knelt down by the baby and pulled the cord tight so he could cut just above where it was clamped. It only took a few seconds to sever it, and then he wrapped little Anthony up in a fresh, clean cloth. "Are you sure you don't need me? I can stay...tough it out. Sophie can handle washing him." He gave her a look as he came over to the side of the bed and held his head and balanced him so Remy could see their son for the first time. He was still crying a little but not so loud now. "Doesn't he make it worth every bit of that?"