Babies grow so fast, even while they're still babies. Once Inigo and his animated attentions were all a newborn Morgan could desire. Barely able to recognize anything but changes in light and shapes and the sound of a cheerful voice, all that dazzling excitement kept him entertained and happy. Soleil never seemed to grow out of it, but… Morgan could no longer be consoled at times.
"He doesn't want me. He wants you!" Robin can hear Inigo's frustration of feeling like he's done something wrong, even if he hasn't. The old ways don't work, he doesn't work. It seems a mother's touch is finally coming into play, and (though he knows better) it makes father feel inferior. Inigo holds the crying mess of a child out to her by the waist, secure but looking practically about to be disowned. He'll just go play tea party with Soleil some more, then. Not that he didn't have the patience for a crying son, but why bother when they're both forced to agree on what Morgan really wants.
He is older only by a scatter of months, but already becoming his own person. All of the spinning and bouncing and cheers in the world - all of Inigo's specialties - just won't do. Well, studying had her total attention for a little while today. There's compromise still to be had as she accepts the bundle into loving arms and holds him steady and secure. A few strokes from the back of her fingers down chubby cheeks soothe with "shh.. shh…"s
(She's not so anxious holding their second child as she was with the first, and that helps too.)
When tears dry and squirming settles, she sits Morgan gently in her lap. A single arm around him, he shifts weight with the tiniest, contented back and forth as she begins to read to him (the other hand will just have to do both the grabbing of a pen and the turning of pages now). It never mattered the book - children's tale or strategy. He simply seemed to enjoy the dulcet tones of his mama reading to him.
Even if Inigo cannot provide something himself, there is profound parenting skill in seeing what can, and being willing to let go enough for it to happen. A gentle smile curves in her husband's direction in hopes of reminding him. (Look at us! All of us! A family! Together!)
Morgan still NEEDS them both, even if, sometimes (in the tremendously overwhelming world of being a baby) what he wants is Robin's calm for awhile.