“Look at that man, in the shirt and tie.”

“He looks like he’s here for a funeral.”

“But he’s got flowers. A bouquet of roses.”

“Who brings roses into a hospital?”

“Usually someone who’s having a baby.”

“Dear God, that man is not having a baby.”

“Try and catch a glimpse of his left ring finger. Is he married?”

“I can’t…yes! He is married.”

“Is he looking for his wife?”

“Does he know where the reception desk is?”

“We’re at the reception desk, you nitwit!”

“I haven’t heard anyone use that word in awhile.”

“Should we call for him?”

“There’s a giant reception sign right above us. I’d hope he could read.”

“Excuse me, sir? Do you need some help?”

“Hi.”

“How can we help you?”

“I’m looking for, uh, Jacobson. Danielle Jacobson.”

“What are you here for, sir?”

“My wife’s going to have a baby.”

“Oh, congratulations.”

“Thanks. But I can’t miss the birth—everyone else is already there.”

“She’s in room 815.”

“What floor is that?”

“Fourth.”

“What floor am I on?”

“Second.”

“Shit.”

“Good luck, sir!”

“Thanks for your help!”

“What a handsome young man.”

“How old do you think he is?”

“Mmm, I’d go for about 23.”

“23? God, are we old.”

“We never asked him what he was doing in a suit.”

“There must be a logical explanation for it.”

“He doesn’t look like a business man.”

“It wasn’t a business suit. It was more for a funeral, or a wedding.”

“Should we follow him?”

“We should.”

“What floor?”

“Four.”

“Someone die?”

“What? No.”

“You a business-type man?”

“No. I work at a café.”

“Well, then, if you don’t mind me askin’, why the hell are you wearing that suit and lookin’ all spiffy?”

“My wife’s having a baby.”

“And? That means you can wear a suit? I dunno, I usually see new daddies in shirts and jeans, maybe some sneakers. But you, God Almighty, you’re a new one.”

“I gotta go. We’re on floor number four.”

“The doors ain’t open yet, buddy.”

“Okay, now they are. Bye!”

“Why the hell are you wearing a suit, kid?”

“Because!”

“…Smart ass.”

“Excuse me, can you tell me were room 815 is?”

“Uh, not really, dude. I’m an intern; I barely know where the toilet is. Sorry.”

“Hi, uh, d’you know where room 815 is?”

“Are you a priest?”

“Am I a what?”

“A priest.”

“Why would I be a priest?”

“You’re dressed up nice. I just figured that maybe you were here to baptize a new baby.”

“Can you just tell me where the room is, please?”

“Fine, fine, no need to be so rude. You go down the hall until you see the snack machine, then you take a left, and it’s right there.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, Father. God bless.”

“Ay! Watch where you’re going, kid!”

“I—I’m sorry, it’s just, my wife’s gonna have a baby, I’m gonna be a dad, and I need to—”

“I didn’t ask for your life story, sonny-boy. I’d just wish that young whippersnappers like yourself would be more considerate towards us golden oldies.”

“Let the boy go, Frank; didn’t you hear he’s going to be a father? Now get out of the way.”

“What’re you gonna be?”

“I’ll probably be dead if I miss my kid getting born!”

“Well I never—”

“Sorry! I’ll…buy you a snack later to make up for it!”

“The nerve of the young’uns running around today…”

“Frank, you need a new hearing aide. That boy is gonna be a father!”

“A what?”

“A father!”

“A farmer?”

“A father!”

“A farter? Well, of course he’s a farter, Helen, everyone farts.”

“No, he’s gonna be a…oh, forget it.”

“It’s about time, Jared, where have you been?”

“It…it’s a long story. How is she?”

“JA-RED!”

“I think she wants you.”

“Probably.”

“Hey, baby.”

“Where…the hell…have you been?”

“Hon, not now, okay? Please? It’s a long story, but it’ll be funny later.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“I’m honestly…not in the mood for fake promises, Jared.”

“I pinkie swear, Dani. And look, I brought you and the baby some flowers.”

“Oh, oh, oh my GOD!”

“…they’re not that ugly, are they?”

“Room 815…here we are.”

“Hello, uh, is she really having that hard of a time that they needed to call in reinforcement nurses?”

“What, oh no, we’re just here to see the young man in the suit’s baby.”

“The young man in the…Jared?”

“Oh, is that his name?”

“How do you know him?”

“We chatted at reception a few minutes ago. He was lost. Why is he wearing a suit, by the way?”

“No idea. He’s in with Danielle right now.”

“Is Danielle his wife?”

“That she is.”

“Oh, how sweet.”

“I guess you could say that.”

“How are you related to the family?”

“I’m Jared’s dad.”

“Pleasure to meet you.”

“Uh, likewise.”

“Family members can come in now; it’s almost time.”

“I’m guessing that nurses can come in, too, right?”

“Um, I suppose. Sure.”

“Wonderful!”

“C’mon, Dani, you’re almost there, you’re doing great. Everyone here is pushing for you…”

“If they were…aaaaooohhh…pushing…then…I…wouldn’t beeee…and this baby…would be outttttt!”

“Oh, Jared, your wife is very observant.”

“Wha—who—are you the nurses at reception?”

“Yes, sweetie, we came to see your new baby.”

“But…why?”

“JA-REEEED!”

“Hold both her hands, Jared! Give her support! Let her know you’re there!”

“I’m here, Dani! I’m here.”

“It’s out. The little guy’s out. It’s a boy.”

“Awwwwww.”

“Does he have a name?”

“Gavin. Gavin Elijah. Gavin Elijah Jacobson.”

“All righty, then.”

“Hey, Gavin. Hey, Gavy-Baby. Hellooo.”

“Hey, little guy. Hi.”

“Gavin, that’s your daddy.”

“Can I hold him?”

“Jared, you’re his dad, of course you can hold him.”

“Well, I mean, I just didn’t know if since you were the mother you got first dibs.”

“For God’s sake, hold your kid, Gavin.”

“Okay, Dad.”

“No need for that tone. I just want to hold my little grandson. I call him next!”

“Jared, we just have a quick question for you.”

“Um, okay.”

“The only reason we really noticed you out of everyone else running around was because you were wearing a suit.”

“Oh…”

“And we were just wondering why you decided to wear something so nice to your son’s birth?”

“Well, promise you won’t laugh?”

“We promise.”

“Dad, d’you promise you won’t make fun of me at every family function hereafter?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.”

“Okay. Well, I mean, this is my first kid—and Dani’s, too. It’s big deal, you know? And…well…I just wanted to look good for my little guy. I wanted to make sure that the first time he looked at me, I’d look halfway decent. And I figured, ‘Hey, suits are always nice. People dress up for weddings and other fun things, so why can’t I dress up for my kid?’ And so I did, and here I am.”

“Jared?”

“Yeah, Dani?”

“That’s the reason I married you, baby.”

And they kiss.

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a/n: hi :) okay, well, I re-read this about ten times and am pretty sure it reads well and isn't too confusing, but maybe that's just because I wrote it. So if it's wicked confusing/hard to follow, please let me know and I'll fix it. Thanks for reading!