Just Imagine...

A Gift

The whole world seemed to melt away the moment the wet, wrinkled, wailing bundle was placed in Owen's shaking arms.
Moments ago he'd been fussing over Tosh, fighting the nurses and doctors that insisted he move away no matter how many times he insisted that he was a doctor and he could deliver his own baby. The only thing that had gotten him to stop was Tosh, tearfully begging him to just shut up and sit next to her, to hold her hand as the contractions got more intense. Only then had he finally left the nurses alone and fallen on his knees beside his wife, pressing his face into her hair and numbly whispering apologies for not being with her sooner.
Tosh was a bit older to be having her first child, but she'd made up her mind that she wanted one, and Owen knew her well enough by now to understand that once she'd come to a decision like this one, that passive woman who didn't want to rock the boat was gone.
That being said, knowing all of this didn't stop Owen from constantly worrying about Tosh throughout the pregnancy. Didn't stop him from doing all he could to ensure she'd have a safe delivery. Didn't stop him from desperately wanting to be involved with every part of the birthing process.
Well, now he was involved, and he was involved in the most important part.
"Congratulations, Doctor Harper," Owen only half-heard the doctor who'd just delivered his child say, "it's a boy."
A boy...
His son.
He had a son!
Owen didn't realize he was crying until he felt the wetness of tears rolling down his cheeks, his face crumbling as he lowered his head to look his newborn son in his little face.
He had quieted the moment he was in Owen's arms, now only letting out the occasional whimper, his face scrunched up as if he was confused about suddenly being outside of the womb.
Owen let out a faint, tearful chuckle, pressing a kiss to the baby's little head.
And then, in a heartbeat, the precious bundle was gone again, taken from his arms to be weighed and looked over by the nurses. Owen tried not to be angry about it, but it was hard not to.
He wanted to hold onto his baby son forever, but he was back in his father's arms soon enough, as Owen carried him over to Tosh.
"Oh Owen, he's perfect!" She exclaimed softly, eyes welling with tears as she carefully wrapped the little bundle in her arms.
Owen simply nodded, unsure he could form the right words to express the way he was feeling right now.
Tosh seemed to understand, however, and gently reached up to pull him closer to her so she could capture him in a kiss.
"This baby is a gift, Love," he murmured finally, his forehead rested on hers, "he's more than perfect."
"You're right." Tosh agreed quietly, sounding as though she was slipping into sleep.
Owen smiled, pressing one last kiss to her forehead before doing the same to their son's, then rising to meet the rest of the team - who he was certain were waiting anxiously to hear the news in the waiting room.
  Bloody idiots, he thought with a smile as he cautiously stepped out of the room, but for once, his friends' constant care and worry for him didn't bother him much at all.