"I know, and I love you, too. Don't worry, I'm not taking the "fucking retard idiot" comment to heart," he joked. "We have a son," he repeated back to her. "I'll go get him from Sophie so you can feed him." And he leaned down and kissed her several times, "I'm so proud of you right now," he said, nuzzling her cheek before he left to go find them.
When he returned, he had a clean Anthony Stark, Jr. wrapped in clean linens, his father rocking him softly as he approached the bed and sat down. "He's so quiet right now. I thought babies screamed their heads off for a while."