"MY temper? I dont know what you're talkin' about" He said with a little grin, looking over at Noah still sprawled out with Kojak and over to Hank, happily napping in one of the chairs near them, the hand on her tummy rubbing gently and he nods his head, "I got about eight months or so to get ready right?" He said with a straight face, and then smiled, "Im ready, and I dont think its too soon, by the time shes born, Noah will probably be close to three, they'll be a good age range"