Now that makes him all kinds of smug, and he thinks it's too bad he promised he wasn't going to try to seduce her. Either way, though, he adores her right to left and left to right. All habit, he reaches for her hand and wraps it around his tie which -- believe it or not -- he's too damn stubborn to sacrifice in the name of Beth Junior. So far she hasn't gummed it up or anything, but hell, she isn't even a week old. Maybe he'll change his tune when she gets beyond the murmuring, sleeping, and wiggling stage.

And just because he's not seducing Beth, that doesn't mean he can't dip down for a second kiss and then a third. It's that whole things-are-better-in-threes theory of his. It's not until the third kiss that baby Beth wakes up in earnest, fussing, the tiniest of cries escaping her barely-formed lungs.

Good thing he wasn't trying to seduce her. Instead, that little cry makes him smile in an oddly contented way; he tucks Beth's hair back behind her ear. "Looks like someone's hungry. You relax; I'll bring her over." It's kind of the least he can do; Beth's doing all the feeding, after all.

Turning off that swing, he cradles her daughter -- their daughter -- in those bounty hunter arms of his. "Hey, you little Bad Dude. Let's fly you on over to the most beautiful woman in the universe. Aren't we the two luckiest people here?" She's not old enough to argue; it only takes a moment to get baby Beth to her mom.

"Love you both."

Click.

(Perfect.)