John paced back and forth by the phone, racking his nerves with every second that went by. Cynthia was in the hospital. Having a baby.
"Is he okay?" George whispered to Ringo.
"He's as nervous as a cat. After all, he could be a father any minute now."
"She'll be fine. She'll be fine. She's strong. She can do this. She said she'd call as soon as she could." John said to himself over and over. "Just because I can't be there with her, she'll still be fine."
"The poor lad's a nervous wreck." Paul sighed.
John grabbed an empty cup lying on the table next to the phone and tryed to drink from it, but didn't even notice it was empty.
"You want something to drink, John?"
"No thanks, I've had too much already."
"You didn't have anything." George said.
"I know, and if I have anymore, I won't see straight."
"You never see straight. You don't wear your glasses." Ringo joked.
"Not the time, Starkey."
The phone began ringing and John instantly picked it up from out of the brown cradle.
"Hello? No. Brian!?! What!?! Why of all the dumb, Brian, you are really dumb!" John hung the phone up in exasperation.
"I bet she's fine. She'll let you know as soon as the baby's born."
John didn't reply.
The phone rang, making everyone anxiously jump as John answered the phone.
"Hello? Cyn? Oh, thank God that it's you."
"Guess who's in my arms!" She said excitingly on the other end.
John nearly dropped the phone. "You-you-you-you mean it?!?" Everyone perked up, ready to hear the good news.
"Mhm! Right with me!"
"Oh, what is it? Boy? Girl?" He waited a moment for her to answer. IT'S A BOY!!!" He told the three of them. They jumped off the couch, getting closer to see if they could find out more.
"What's his name?!?" Paul asked.
"What's his name, Cyn?"
"Oh, well, what do you think of Julian?"
"What?"
"She named it 'what'?" Ringo asked, confused. Paul and George shushed the confused drummer.
"I thought it would be nice to name it after- y'know, the one who loved you so much." Cynthia glanced at Julian.
John had to prevent tearing up about his mum. "Cyn, it's perfect. Absolutely perfect. I bet she'd 've loved it, too. Hey little Jules."
"Jules? A nickname already?" She giggled.
"Why not? Jules's simple."
"Jules it is." She announced. "Love you."
"Love you, too." John slowly hung up the phone. "IT'S A BOY!"
"And the name?" George asked.
"Julian, but I think I'll call 'im Jules."
"Well, now it's official."
"YOU'RE A FATHER!" The three chorused around John.
"Yeah." John said with a deep sigh. "A father. "
