Sam had walked in to pretty much one of his favorite views in all the world. Anne, with Aidan happily ensconced in her arms and his sweet baby girl sleeping like an angel in her crib. His family. He belonged to them, they belonged to him and nothing would change that. No one would disown anyone for making unpopular choices, "Sorry I wanted to go to college, Dad." or forging their own paths. So it threw him for a second when Anne spoke about Aidan in that way.