Colin just had put his phone away and walked back into the office. He had ordered some food for himself and phoenix and just finished a bottle of formula for the baby. Tired and exhausted, he closed the door behind him, watching how Rowan played with Phoenix, the small fingers trying to grab after the older man and a wide, toothless smile on the baby's face.
Colin put down the bottle in front of phoenix and sat down on the couch, letting out an tired sigh.
"I've ordered some food for us. Hope Italian food is fine?", he said and looked at Rowan, a small tired smile appeared on his lips.
"You look good with a baby.... has someone ever said that to you?"
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Much to Phoenix's shock, his time with Rowan hasn't been entirely horrible. He had been expecting to have to listen to a lot more crying and screaming, but the second that the baby was put into his lap, there was nothing but smiles and giggles coming from the infant.
When Colin sets the bottle down on the desk, Phoenix is quick to grab it and bring it to Rowan's lip. The baby immediately starts drinking, thankfully at a decent pace that Phoenix is sure won't make him sick.
"...No. No one's ever said that. I'm not around kids all that much," Phoenix says, his face turning a little pink.
"Italian food is fine so long as you got me pasta. I've been dying for some for the past, like, three weeks. It's been horrible."
Phoenix lets Rowan readjust in his arms, pulling the bottle away so the baby can shift around comfortably before putting the bottle back to Rowan's mouth once he's done.
"Have you showered yet? You look like you could use one. Or maybe a long bath. Y'know, relax a little. Kids are stressful."
