It occurs to you that you're responsible for the little life in the backseat. The last time you'd been that nervous on a highway, you'd been in high school. With gritted teeth, you make it back to your building. You sit in the parking lot for a moment, trying to decide how to get all the baby items upstairs before you give in and dial his number.

"Hey, Reid-still not busy?"

"Nope. What's up?"

The moment you tell him you have Henry, he tells you he'll be down as soon as he can.

You get Henry's carrier out and wait outside of the car with him. The sight of Reid running across the blacktop to you two makes you giggle. He doesn't bother with the carrier, pulling Henry out of it.

And Henry gave him the biggest smile you'd ever seen from a baby.

"Look at that! Are you so excited to see your godfather?"

You can't believe it. This baby just developed the ability to smile and he's saving it for Reid?

"Reid, he's two months old. There's no possible way he recognizes you." you huff at him. He may not have studied childhood development formally, but there's no way he doesn't have common baby milestones memorized.

"Of course he can. He's a fellow genius, I can just tell." You laugh at that, and the two of you haul the stuff from your trunk to the elevator. Henry is happy to be in Reid's arms, meaning you got saddled with the bulk of the stuff. Reid tries to argue that you all should spend the night at his apartment, but you correctly guess that your apartment is closer to being baby proof than his is.

You repeat the instructions you were given as best as you could to him while you set up your living room to be baby-central for the day. You make a dreaded second trip to your car to grab the handful of groceries you'd gotten earlier that afternoon.

You return to an adorable sight.

On your living room rug, Henry and Reid are both lying on their stomachs, facing each other.

Reid has baby toys in both hands and he dangles them near his face while he enthusiastically talks to Henry. Henry is making a very clear effort to be engaged, lifting his head and even trying to reach for the toys.

You giggle at the sight and Reid continues to smile at Henry while he rattles off to you.

"Y/n, tummy time is a critical part of physiological development. It promotes-"

You cut him off gently.

"I know it is. It's just cute to see you two together."

He doesn't have a statistic to follow that up with.

You join Reid on the floor, laying down next to him, pushed up against his side so that Henry can look at both of your faces easily. Reid passes you one of the toys to get the little boys attention with. You hold it with the arm nearest Reid and he puts his hand on your upper back, allowing you to tuck in closer to Reid and Henry.

The baby's tolerance for tummy time doesn't last very long. When Henry starts fussing, Reid pulls himself to a sitting position and shifts Henry onto his lap. He holds the baby in his arms and sits close to you when you sit up, making sure that Henry can see your face.

You spend the afternoon passing him between the two of you and taking turns helping with diapers and bottles. As the winter sun starts to go down, you reheat the leftovers from your fridge. The only thing you wish you had was somewhere to put the baby down for a minute. You didn't want to leave him in his pack-and-play during dinner, but the only other option was just to hold him. You've already given up and warmed a bottle for Henry and it'll take both hands to hold and feed him. You tell Reid to eat first and then you can trade off, but he insists you bring Henry and sit at the table with him. He brings both plates over to the table and pulls his chair close to yours.

You laugh awkwardly as you realize what he's doing. He's already got a forkful from your plate. Once, way back in college, you'd been on a date with a guy who thought it would be sexy to feed you. It still tops the list of the most uncomfortable dates you've had. (To be fair to the guy, you didn't go out on dates very often.)

"Hey, it wouldn't be fair if Henry and I got to have dinner without you." He justifies.

You give in. He alternates between the two of you and, thankfully, it's nothing like your college encounter. In fact, it's nice. You can't help but notice you're sharing a fork. The image of Reid insisting kissing is safer than shaking hands pops into your mind and you try to shove it to the back of your mind.

A little more play time after dinner, and Reid starts to get Henry ready for bed. You try to do the dishes as quietly as you can while you watch him bounce Henry. His arms wrapped around the baby and the hint of his veins beneath the skin make you hold your breath for a moment. It doesn't seem fair for the universe to bless him with his mind and his good looks, but somehow he got both.

"You can take the bedroom." You tell him quietly. "I want to sleep on the couch, just in case." Your queen bed and furniture arrangement doesn't really allow room for a crib in the bedroom, so the pack-and-play stands in the middle of your living room still.

He refuses your bed, insisting he'll stay with you and the baby. You drift off first, before you'd planned to. In a move that is both stupid and sweet, he pulls some pillows from your bed and makes himself a spot on the floor between the couch and the crib. Reid tucks a pillow underneath your head, smoothing your hair off your face before he locks up the apartment and settles on the floor.