"I'll cut some linen up for diapers for him, and the servants get to wash them because screw that part. I'm the king here. I don't do that part." Maybe the baby wasn't hungry and he was just tired from that whole ordeal, just like the rest of them. "He's been breathing fine so far. Didn't have a problem clearing his airway at all."
He adjusted and let the baby lay in her arms, his fingers brushing little Anthony's cheek, and his hand cupping the top of his head. He was the most beautiful thing in the world to him right now, right in running with his wife who'd given him such a wonderful kid. "He might be used to my voice, though I think he'll love his mother just as much. Might even end up a momma's boy." Not that it'd bother him if his son was so close to his mother. Sophie was already a daddy's girl; why shouldn't Anthony do the same with her? "We'll have to call him Edward or we'll never know who you're yelling at," he teased.