"Expectant fathers are always worried," the doctor said and smiled stiffly.
"I'm not expectant any more," Lester said. "The nurse said everything was all right, that the baby was healthy and Ginny was doing fine."
The doctor looked at him, as though with sudden inspiration. "Would you like to see your wife, Mr. Holmes?" he asked quickly.
"Yes," Lester said. "I'd like to see someone."
A look of momentary relief lighted the doctor's face. "Fine," he said, "fine. And when you've finished we'll have a little talk, eh? Now, just come along this way."
Ginny, in the tall, awkward hospital bed, looked kind of pinched and stringy, like she always did in the summer when she'd spent a day canning fruit. As Lester entered, she smiled in a slack-mouthed sort of way.
"Hello, dear," she said weakly.
"Hi," Lester said.
"Daddy," Ginny said dreamily. "You're a daddy now."