Adam snickered at the fact that she hadn't even taken her coat off yet. He would have helped except he had a small bundle in his arms. "Make yourself at home," he told her with a smirk on his face, as Oliver dashed away and up the stairs to share the news with his siblings.
"Oh, you mean one night away means I'm a guest now?" she asked cheerfully, pulling herself up and off the couch to remove said coat and shoes. "Gotta make up some bottles as well, but I'll do that in a minute."
"Relax, I can do it," Adam assured her, though this was his first time fathering a newborn. He hadn't really thought too much about it, as he loved all their children equally. "You sure you don't mind calling him David?" he asked uncertainly.
She smiled, turning to lean up and kiss his cheek. "If I minded, you would have known about it months ago," she assured him. "It's a good name, and it has meaning to you. That's more valuable than you might know."
Adam smiled as she kissed his cheek. "He was a good man. He would have adored you," he said, wishing his uncle could have met her before he'd died.
"I don't need to have met him to know that he was a good man," she said fondly. "I just have to look at you, and at Rhys. He did good by my boys."
"Yeah, he did," Adam agreed, no argument there. "And this little guy needs a diaper change," he said, chuckling to himself. "Any idea where the diaper bag went?"
"Upstairs with the kids," she said in amusement. "The station should be fine, though - it's in the kitchen." They'd taken more than a little advice from Rhys and Nat about bringing a baby into a home with children already, resulting in a few changing and feeding stations all over the house.
"Kitchen, right," he said, starting to head that way. "How long do you think it will take before Rhys comes over to check out the baby?" he asked, willing to bet his friend wouldn't wait until morning, unless Nat sat on him.
"About an hour, if we're lucky," she called back, kicking her shoes into the cubby by the front door before padding after him into the kitchen. "Nat usually has control over him, but Amy did get over there within minutes of them bringing Dylan home."
"He's going to laugh his ass off when he finds out what we named him," Adam said, as he laid the newborn on the changing table and put into practice what he'd learned in their parenting classes. "At least, we didn't name him Rhys," he added, chuckling.
She snorted with laughter, moving to make up a few bottles of formula as they talked. "I love my brother from another mother, but not enough to put up with all the smug crowing naming our son after him would produce."
"He's going to think we stole his idea by naming him David, like their Dylan," Adam pointed out. It wasn't entirely true, though it was a little ironic. The truth was both men had just wanted to honor the memory of their foster fathers.
"Of course he is," she agreed. "And once I've hit him with a dirty diaper a few times, he'll drop it." She grinned over at her husband affectionately. "Unless you want to do the hitting this time."
"Nah, I think he actually enjoys when you do it," Adam said, chuckling as he unwrapped the wee one from his jammies and started to work on changing his diaper. "Sheesh, you sure do stink, kid," he said, though the newborn had no idea what his father was saying.
"It's only going to get worse," Gina predicted laughingly, carefully measuring out formula into the sterilised bottles. "This is just milky sludge. You wait until he starts food."
"Oh, yay. There's something to look forward to," he said, though he really didn't mind so much. Changing diapers was a small price to pay for having a son, as far as he was concerned. He was pretty sure Rhys would agree with him on that one.
"Don't worry, he'll get more interesting before his poop does," Gina teased, starting to shake the bottles now as she leaned back against the counter, watching David kick his little legs, apparently enjoying the freedom for the time being.
"He's already interesting," Adam assured her. "He seems to be enjoying the freedom," he said, chuckling at the way the newborn was kicking his legs. But not too much freedom, he realized, securing a fresh diaper in place before the newborn decided to hose down the changing table.
"I'd forgotten how much I missed the first days of just cuddling," she mused softly. "Joey grew up so fast, I thought. I just had to enjoy the time as it went by."
"You did a great job with Joey," Adam said, glancing over at her before turning back to finish up with the baby. "Time waits for no one," he murmured more to himself than anyone else. "Just have to make the most of every day, Gina. And we will, I promise."
"I got lucky with Joey," she said. It was something she had always maintained; despite everything, Joey had turned out incredibly well, and she was certain it was more to do with him than it was with her.
"It wasn't all luck, Gi," he told her. "You never give yourself enough credit. I know what you went through, and I know how hard it was. He turned out the way he did because of you," he insisted, picking the baby back up into his arms and going over to kiss her on the cheek. "We both survived our first diaper change. Only about half a million to go!" he said, offering a smile.
She laughed, carefully not acknowledging his comment on her own ability. Instead, she leaned into that kiss on her cheek, setting one of the bottles into the warmer, and the others into the fridge. "You're practically an expert already!"
Adam chuckled. "Hardly, but I'm learning," he admitted, a little shyly. After all, this was his first experience with a newborn and the first child who was his by birth. Though he had not said as much, his heart was full of fatherly pride and joy at the birth of his son, but he did not want that to overshadow the love and affection he felt for the other children who were his through adoption.
"You got to practice on Micah and Dylan, you're good," she assured him affectionately. It was easier for her, in a way, not to feel a little guilty for the joy of having their first son join the family - she had already experienced it acutely when they had adopted the trio. But she knew Adam would never treat them differently to one another, or love one better than the rest. That just wasn't his way.