Tony's eyes narrowed in that way that said "ha ha very funny" when she teased him. "He should be used to my singing by now. I sang to him the entire time he was in the womb." He ran his hand up and down the baby's back, then softly kissed the top of his head. "See if I ever sing for you again," he said, bouncing Ant gently in his arms.
Kirk watched the sweet little family portrait in from of him, and for some reason, he felt a little pang of jealousy. He was probably Tony's age and had spent all of his life doing the bad boy gig and sowing wild oats everywhere. Even had kids, but he wasn't a father to any of them. "Since it's late, if you don't mind, I'm going to crash here and be out of your hair in the morning."