Hushed Willows Dads leave. No reason to be a pussy about it.

"Uhn!" the puppy parroted crudely, apparently in agreement. "Tam!" he crowed next. That word was slightly familiar, having been repeated around him probably dozens of times, if not more. Of course, he didn't realize it applied to himself. Words and their meaning were still quite a mystery to the little tyke. It would be another month or so before he really got the hang of speech.

For now, it was just fun to babble. "Oo-ee! Own! Huh!" Still he grasped Stark's face, peering into those handsome eyes the color of glaciers, his own the same color as a pair of well-loved, faded, stonewashed jeans.