So this chapter is more of an epilogue, so it's on the shorter side. Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed, I'm so pleased that you all liked this! I got a lot of people saying they normally don't like school AUs but they really enjoyed this one, and that makes me so happy, like you guys don't even know. Thanks to sopercabeth for the prompt!

Toby called about four – thirty. Walter answered on the fourth ring – he'd had his phone out all afternoon taking pictures, and it had died about thirty minutes prior. He had it plugged in across the room and had to rise from his seat beside the bed to answer. "Hey Toby."

"We've arrived at the conference," Toby said. "Sylvester is very excited about it. He keeps asking where the merchandise is."

"Do they even have stuff like that at these things?" Walter didn't think so.

"There's a table by concessions," Happy said. "He's in line now. Did you know that he knows Megan?"

"As in...as in my sister Megan?"

"Yeah. I guess he was in for a sprained wrist last week and she was out with her walker. They've been texting, I guess they're friends now."

"Interesting," Walter said. "Well, it's good for him to have more friends. Megan is a good friend to have."

"So the baby's here, huh?" Toby said, "how's Paige?"

"She's just fallen asleep." She'd stayed up for several hours after the birth, cuddling her son, feeding him, watching him sleep on her chest. But now the fatigue had overtaken her and she was out cold, her head tipped to the side, her hand hanging off the edge of the bed nearest to where the newborn too slept.

"How big is he?"

"Seven pounds, fifteen ounces," Walter said. "Nineteen inches. And a lot of hair."

"He looks good, then?" Happy asked.

"Perfect," Walter said. "Everything's great. They said both of them can probably go home tomorrow...which I guess will be back to the sorority house, since he's early...what happens after that I don't...I don't know."

"Has she named him?" Toby wanted to know.

"Ralph."

"I don't remember that being on her list," the psychiatry student remarked.

"It wasn't. But after he was born...she was holding him, and...and she just said that that was his name. It came to her..." he frowned, trying to recall her exact words. "It came to her as if it came with him."

They talked a few more minutes, and then Happy said they had to go – not to christen the empty conference room, as Toby joked, but to the first panel. When they disconnected, Walter walked across the room, standing over the bassinet, staring down at Paige's son.

The boy was awake now, squirming, but not crying. He looked up at Walter and blinked a couple of times. Newborns couldn't see very well. He clearly knew Walter was there, but he wouldn't see more than a vague shape.

Walter leaned down close, trying to keep his expression neutral. "Hi Ralph," he said quietly, not wanting to wake Paige up. "You want to come out of there? Yeah, I think so..." he reached down, lifting the baby up and bringing him against his chest.

He hadn't held him yet. Paige had offered, shortly after Ralph had nursed the first time, but Walter had declined, oddly terrified of hurting the boy. Now that things had calmed down, he wanted to hold him, and now that the boy was in his arms, Walter felt oddly choked up, like he had the first time he'd felt him kick. Settling down on the chair, he adjusted, so the baby was laying on his lap, looking up at him.

He realized how he'd described Ralph to his friends. Perfect had rolled so easily off his tongue.

Walter didn't use the word perfect. Everything had flaws.

Not tonight, he thought. Not Ralph.