"Drink," ordered Justin. "Drink, damn it, I love you."
Only when the sedative calmed her did he step to the basket and peer in. Slowly, and with pride and great tenderness, he smiled.
"He's perfect."
"But so tiny," whispered the midwife in awe. "It can't weigh a pound. Can it live?" Justin was grinning.
"It's a new creation," he said.
THE END