"I was the same, the handful of times my dad felt the need to visit me as a kid," Jack says, sympathetic. "It's hard on them. Probably worse for him since he knows I just wasn't here anymore and he didn't know where I went. He'll warm up when he does."

That still doesn't settle the fact that there's a little pink and white bundle of infant in Carter's arms and Jack wants to hold her, wants to see her little face and see who she looks like.

"So that's baby girl, huh? I like the name."