Simon rushed to the hospital the second he got the call from you, late that night, that the baby was coming. You, his grown adopted daughter, and your wife had been expecting for a full 9 months now, it was only time.

Traffic was cruel to him, even at that ungodly hour. He reached a full ten hours since the call, crashing into the hospital room, breathless, to find you, seated by your resting wife, cradling the newborn in your arms.

"Is-is it safe? Ten fingers, ten toes? All good? Nothin' wrong? Ye alrigh'? The wife, alrigh'?" he panted.