Well, he'd really gone and messed this up. Damn it. The tears in her eyes had him panicking a little, guilt settling into the pit of his stomach uneasily and he had no idea how to truly fix it. Gently he cupped her cheeks in his hands, running his thumbs along them, urging her not to be upset.

"It'll be great, we'll be great." Quin was going to have to get a hold of himself so he could be better for her. "We don't have to decide right now, we have plenty of time." His voice was soothing and he smoothed his features into something more neutral, hoping he could exude some semblance of calm for her. It was times like this he forgot just how young she was and while it obviously didn't bother him, he tended to forget it until situations like this popped up.

Quin pressed a soft kiss to her lips and smiled slowly. "Everything will be just fine, you'll see." A nanny, her mother moving into their spare bedroom, a never-ending line of Potts sisters invading his house to help, something would happen to where they would be perfectly fine. If he could convince himself of that, he could convince her.