He scrunched his face up in protest as Cuddy ruffled his hair, causing it to stick up in all angles. "In that case, I can see what kind of mother-child relationship that's going to be," he replied. "A kid that defies your every word just because he or she can. Driving you up the wall. Doing reckless things to scare the crap out of you. Arguing with you for the sake of arguing..."
In truth, he wasn't sure that kind of kid would get along all that well with him, either. Though, he couldn't be certain. If there was anything in the world he was clueless about, parenthood was it. There was basic common sense, of course. But knowing what to expect, knowing how to do things right, knowing if he'd be cut out for this - that was all the unknown.
He gave a pained roll of his eyes as Cuddy predicted how their daughter - if the kid was indeed a girl - was going to be. "Are you trying to scare me off? Because it's not going to work."
He didn't have a clue what he'd do if the kid was a girl, especially if she turned out to be a real girly-girl, like Cuddy was describing. He probably would find him roped into playing with dolls, tea parties, dress ups, whatever the hell girls got up to. He'd never grown up around any girls and didn't really have much of a clue about what girls were like or into, apart from the obvious - dolls, Barbies, princesses, the colour pink...
"Once Nathan gets past the bald, angry stage, he's just as like to take after me," he countered. "Bringing in bugs from the backyard to show you, climbing up on the roof just to see if he can do it, pretending he's a character from his favourite superhero cartoon by riding on a beanbag down a flight stairs at your parents' house, pinning up pictures of topless women in his room when he's a teenager." He gave her a 'so there' look. "And you're not-so-secretly going to hate every moment of it."
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In truth, he wasn't sure that kind of kid would get along all that well with him, either. Though, he couldn't be certain. If there was anything in the world he was clueless about, parenthood was it. There was basic common sense, of course. But knowing what to expect, knowing how to do things right, knowing if he'd be cut out for this - that was all the unknown.
He gave a pained roll of his eyes as Cuddy predicted how their daughter - if the kid was indeed a girl - was going to be. "Are you trying to scare me off? Because it's not going to work."
He didn't have a clue what he'd do if the kid was a girl, especially if she turned out to be a real girly-girl, like Cuddy was describing. He probably would find him roped into playing with dolls, tea parties, dress ups, whatever the hell girls got up to. He'd never grown up around any girls and didn't really have much of a clue about what girls were like or into, apart from the obvious - dolls, Barbies, princesses, the colour pink...
"Once Nathan gets past the bald, angry stage, he's just as like to take after me," he countered. "Bringing in bugs from the backyard to show you, climbing up on the roof just to see if he can do it, pretending he's a character from his favourite superhero cartoon by riding on a beanbag down a flight stairs at your parents' house, pinning up pictures of topless women in his room when he's a teenager." He gave her a 'so there' look. "And you're not-so-secretly going to hate every moment of it."