Disclaimer: I regret to say that I do not own Numb3rs. How sad.
Author's Note: This was written for the Numb3rs100 community on LJ. It's a drabble that is only supposed to be three hundred words. After last night's episode, I couldn't not write this.
Warning: Spoilers for 5.20 'The Fifth Man'
Enjoy!
"Do you want to see your son?"
It takes Alan a few seconds to figure out that the nurse is talking to him. It's been a long day, a long delivery, and now he has a sleeping wife and a new family addition.
Alan looks up at the smiling face of the nurse as she repeats her question. He hasn't seen his new child since he had been born. He casts a worried look over to his wife, but again the nurse dispels his fears:
"She'll be alright."
Margaret would want him to go check on their son and so Alan rises from the uncomfortable chair. He follows the woman until they are outside of the newborn ward.
His feet are hesitant because this is a place full of blue and pink blanketed children and he has no idea if he should really be here. There are babies here and he knows nothing about babies. The nurse fusses over him, seating him in a rocking chair near the corner, his body numbly obeying. And then she is handing over this squalling blue wrapped thing.
Alan fumbles to get his arms and hands right. It hits him when he looks down into the scrunched face that this is not a thing. This is his son. Little Donnie is crying softly and he panics and wishes that he'd paid attention to Margaret's baby books a little more.
The nurse laughs and says, "Sometimes singing helps them relax."
Singing, Alan thinks. He struggles to find a lullaby but the first thing that comes to his mind is not a lullaby. "It's wonderful to be here, it's certainly a thrill."
Donnie quiets and Alan smiles.
"You're such a lovely audience, we'd like to take you home with us, we'd love to take you home…"
The End.
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