The studio lights were warm, laughter already filling the room as Sebastian sat comfortably in his chair across from Jimmy Fallon. He looked good—relaxed but with that slightly tired glow that only came from late-night feedings and newborn cries. The audience erupted when Jimmy leaned forward, grinning.

“So, Seb—congratulations are in order. You just became a dad! Three weeks ago, right?”

Sebastian’s lips curled into a soft, almost bashful smile as the crowd applauded again. He rubbed the back of his neck, shaking his head a little like he still couldn’t quite believe it himself.

“Yeah,” he said, laughter in his voice. “Three weeks. And I’ve never had less sleep in my life, but I’ve also never been happier.”

The audience cooed, and Jimmy laughed. “So what’s it like? How’s he doing? How are you doing?”

Sebastian leaned forward a bit, eyes bright with that quiet pride. “He’s perfect. He’s tiny, and somehow already has more hair than I do,” he teased, earning another round of laughter. “And me? I… well, let’s just say I’ve become a master at diaper changes at 3 a.m. and walking around the apartment like a zombie. But it’s—it’s amazing. He smiles at me, and suddenly I don’t care if I haven’t slept in two days.”

Jimmy clapped his hands. “That’s beautiful, man. That’s so beautiful. Do we get to see a picture?”

Sebastian paused, then gave that little mischievous grin of his. “Actually… I thought I’d do you one better.” He looked toward the curtain.

The audience gasped as the band swelled to life and you stepped out, holding your tiny son in your arms. You wore a soft smile, the baby nestled against you in a little blanket. The crowd went wild—cheering, applauding, some even standing as you walked across the stage.

Jimmy shot up from his chair. “Oh my gosh, you brought him?!”

Sebastian stood to meet you, immediately reaching out to help as you carefully brought the baby closer. His hands were gentle, reverent, as he rested one on your back and the other brushing against the little boy’s blanket.

The audience melted as Sebastian looked at Jimmy, his voice softer now. “Everyone, this is [Baby’s Name].”

Jimmy’s jaw dropped. “He’s beautiful. Look at all that hair!” He crouched slightly to peek, his expression exaggeratedly careful. “He’s three weeks old and already has a better head of hair than I do, too!”

The crowd laughed, Sebastian chuckling with that soft glow in his eyes as he looked at both you and your son. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your temple before sitting with you on the couch, baby nestled safely between you.

Jimmy leaned back at his desk, grinning like the rest of the world. “Well, I gotta say, this is a Tonight Show first. You’ve officially made this the cutest episode we’ve ever had.”

Sebastian laughed, his arm slipping behind you as he looked at the audience. “Guess we just wanted to share a little happiness.”

And by the way the crowd responded—clapping, cheering, even a few “awwws”—the happiness was contagious.