It was funny how his thoughts were far from the disease Remy had and how she may or may not have passed it on to little Edward or maybe even Sophie right now. All he could think about was how beautiful his son was and how equally beautiful his mother was when she held him. "There won't be any beating them off. I'll put cannons at our doorstep to ward them off." She might have thought he was joking, but wait until some kid walked up and rang the doorbell and met a huge pulse cannon. Tony didn't beat around the bush when it came to his kids.