Stinson smiles and shakes his head. Bianca was always so worried about the two of them when she should have been focusing on her music. "It's fine B. Be as late as you need to be. We can hold the fort around here," he says with a smile as he kisses her. When she picks Luca up, he laughs and squirms a little before he smiles at his mother. "Yes, I good," he says in his little quiet voice. "Hes been a little terror, haven't you buddy?" Stinson smirks, ruffling his hair. "Nah he's been fine. He's just been hyper as hell since he got his nap. I think he slept too long," Stinson laughs.

Stinson laughs. "Is this what it is? Punishment for me not being around for a year? You're a sneaky one Luca Moretti." he shakes his head and looks up again to Bianca. "Stop worrying about getting home. We can manage fine, beautiful." he sits at the little table in the corner. "Nah we haven't eaten. We were too busy trying to catch a soccer ball and racing trains around the living room."

"He can clean it later," Stinson says, sweeping his hair back with his palm. "We were having too much fun to worry about clean rooms." he chuckles and takes a bottle of water from the fridge. Stinson smiles at her worrying and her mom attitude. She really fit this whole family life perfectly, which always made him feel a little more relaxed about the whole thing. Sometimes he still had nerves about being a dad and a long term boyfriend, but she helped calm him and she helped him at things he was still struggling to pick up. "manicottis? Nah, I'll pass, babe. You know I don't look good in a hat."

Stinson laughs at his own joke. "Soup sounds great. I'm sorry I should really cook during the day when you're out working. I'm like the worst wife ever." he yawns and takes a drink, before he looks into the living room to check on Luca. "Don't worry about it, I'll clean the room tomorrow. Besides it's a boy's room. It's supposed to be a mess. It's how we live."

"I'll cook tomorrow then, yeah. Is there a store near here that will sell a mean microwave meal or three?" He chuckles and shakes his head. Stinson was an awful cook, given that he had grown up in a rich family and always had a PA when he was living back in New York. He didn't like to talk about those days now, though. Bianca was a lot more down to earth than he had been in recent years. "I'm sure he would love that," Stinson laughs. "I'm not sure I could handle a daughter. I wouldn't have a clue how to look after her." He looks over at her. "Ah you know me, babe. I love tomato soup."

"Maybe it's on purpose, babe. I don't like to cook, and I have a beautiful Italian girl who loves to cook alongside me." He smiles and kisses her softly. "Honestly, I have no clue what I would be like if we had a daughter.." he pauses a little. It was as if he had just admitted that he thought about having more of a family with Bianca, and he was worried that would scare her away. Sometimes he worried that he was a little full on with their relationship, and he was scared about scaring her off. "I hope my insides are all red. Maybe I'll get sponsored by the soup company or something," he says with a little chuckle.

Stinson froze a little for a moment when she asked if he wanted more kids. It was something he had thought about, but he didn't want to make her think that he was some commitment freak looking to tie her down. He shrugs a little. "Well, you know. If we happen to be together for a while, then I don't see any reason not to. Not just now, obviously, but maybe some day. Do you think you would want more kids in the future?" He starts to set the table, hoping he hadn't said the wrong thing, as Luca comes in, carrying a soft toy. "I soup," he says with a smile. He was getting better at making himself understood now, even if he was still learning how to speak properly.

Stinson smiles a little when she says she had thought about it as well. Maybe he wasn't so crazy. He did see himself having a future with her and he thought the two of them could last a long time together. "Yeah, same here. Right now would be a bit much given that I still struggle to keep up with this little champ, but some day, I think we could too," he says as he ruffles Luca's hair. Luca starts trying to climb onto a chair, grabbing one of the spoons Stinson had put on the table. "Soooooup!" he yells, laughing at himself.

Stinson smiles at Bianca as he watches her stir the soup. She really was beautiful, but he loved her for so much more than just that. He loved how easily the two of them had slotted together and how amazingly well they adapted not to just being Parents, but being parents together. Luca laughs when she puts him in his chair and starts to bang on the tray. "Soooooooup soooup," he yells over and over. Stinson smirks. "So do you ever think about...like a future and stuff?" he asks tentatively.

Stinson smiles a little nervously and nods, taking a drink of his water. "Oh, yeah well definitely. I wouldn't have come all the way out here to live with you guys if it wasn't something I wanted to commit to for a long time." He smiles at her and walks a little closer. "Do you ever imagine where we might be like a few years down the line?" he asks. He was nervous and afraid to just come out and say it, thinking it was certain that she would just blow him off when he asked.