He doesn't have clear memories of Max being born, but he does remember Toby. He knows the sensation of having something alive move while hidden from sight like this.

He'll blame the shock, later. He'll blame being dazed and overwhelmed and still deliriously relieved that she's letting him stay. It's just that this is even more intimate than when his mother was pregnant. This is even closer to his heart.

This is their son, even if only by blood. He can't stop himself from smiling, awed and humbled, before remembering that having a son isn't part of the plan.