Frederic hesitated a moment, but then very carefully took Harold Jr. in his arms. "Hello there," he murmured, carrying the child in a gentle yet firm hold. He couldn't help but smile at the little tongue and wide eyes the baby gave him, and Frederic felt his heart warm. "Aren't you a dear thing?" He rocked Harold back and forth gently, not taking his eyes off the boy, remembering when Clover was this small.