"Yes, I do." he said simply as he walked in and shut the door. He was going to say something about the kid being lucky that he looked like his father, but Owen opted against that as well, it was as if Lyssa softened him.
"Sure, but I need to put this in the kitchen first." Said as he held up the bottle of milk. "Unless you want it to spoil." Owen was mostly joking. "I'll be back in a moment." With that he disappeared towards where he assumed the kitchen was, finally finding it and putting the milk away.
After a few moments he returned and took the small child from Lyssa, without a second thought. "Will you tell me more about you? About our son?"