"Yes!" Lester said, leaping from his chair. "Yes, yes! That's me!"
The nurse regarded him slowly, as though finding only what she had expected, which wasn't much. "Your wife," she announced thinly, "has just given birth to a healthy six pound boy." She edged back toward the door, then stopped. "Congratulations," she added grudgingly.
"Holy smoke!" Lester said. "Can I see Ginny?"
The nurse eyed him levelly. "Ginny?" she enquired.
"My mother!" Lester said confusedly, making a Freudian slip. "I mean, my wife, the mother of my son. You know...." he ended lamely.
"Mrs. Holmes will be resting for the next couple of hours," the nurse said, "and she mustn't be disturbed. Meanwhile, if you'd care to see your son, he will appear shortly in the nursery, in the crib marked with your name. You may view him through the glass partition."
"Oh," Lester said. "Oh, sure. But, Ginny—Mrs. Holmes—how is she?"
"She came through the delivery splendidly," the nurse told him and left.
Grinning, Lester turned to the other young man who looked back at him numbly. "Well...." he said. "Golly!" He waited for a moment, then shrugged happily and started toward the door.