He awkwardly re-situated the swaddled bundle that you'd insisted he hold, evidently not used to handing things that required delicacy. The fluff of brown hair on the top of the small baby's head matched the shaggy unkempt style of John's own as he glanced from you to the kid and the blonde one that had just been put down to sleep. John jerked his chin to the kid in his arms as he glanced at you and asked: "And this one's David, you said?"

You nodded and he smiled slightly before setting the brown-haired kid down in its crib before backing up a few steps to stand by your side to plant a kiss on your jaw. He gestured loosely to the one you'd told him you'd named Eli before talking again "He has your head of hair." He crossed his arms and looked at the sleeping bundles again as if weighing his options or going over their values as if to see statistically which one he should like best. He fell quiet for a long while, only breaking the silence with the eventual statement: "I think despite being made with half the DNA that makes up my ugly mug, I think they're perfect. Think that's thanks to you though." He emphasized the statement with a kiss on your cheek as he gave a satisfied huff