The hospital where Paul spends his labor is quite pretty: spacious and airy, full of windows and natural light. He hates it. He also hates being pregnant, John, and his hospital gown, in no particular order. In fact, he spends most of the first stage of labor in some state of irritability. The second stage...he doesn't really remember. Just bright lights and the doctor giving him commands and John -- John is always there -- and not much else. But it all turns into background noise anyway when the doctor puts his baby in his arms.His daughter.Robin.The first thing he can think to do is sing to her. John laughs and (lovingly) calls him a daft git, and for once Paul doesn't have a smart comeback. For one thing, John's right. For another...he's completely spellbound. Head over heels for this little 3 kg person who's barely even a person yet. Even the next day, when they're released to go home, he can't stop staring. Already she seems to fit into their lives like she's always been there...whatever the question may have been, she's the answer.