"Definitely ours," he could tell he was going to be a perfect mix of their looks. If he was born with Tony's black hair and smile and her stunning eyes, that kid will be a bigger heartbreaker than his dad. "Mmm, yes and no. He could end up a doctor like you, and with my genius IQ, he will be the best one the world has ever seen."
Tony cocked an eyebrow, "Ant? He did look a little red at first," though he laughed the second he latched onto her breast. "Now he's officially my son. Straight for the chest." He watched his son curiously as she fed him, just because Tony was fascinated by all of this, the miracle of childbirth, having helped his son into this world, even her feeding him. It was all surreal and yet when he ran his fingers over the back of his son's head, it brought him spiraling back to earth and how real this all was.