Answer to windscryer's 100 Themes challenge.
Betaed by Kristy on Psychfic.
Originally written July 2009.
Disclaimer: All recognizable content isn't mine. This fic is just for fun; I am making no money from it and intend no copyright infringement.

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"Shawn! What's going on? Is everyone all right?"

"Wow, Gus, you made record time! What'd you do, break all the speed limits in Santa Barbara?"

"I drive according to the law, Shawn."

"Say what you want. I've seen you drive before."

"Stop it." Gus smacked his friend. "Now will you please tell me what's going on here?"

"Ow." Shawn rubbed his arm. "Only if you agree to quit abusing me."

The look Gus gave him could have melted ice. "Shawn, you'd better tell me what was such an emergency that I had to come down to the hospital's maternity ward immediately. Is Juliet okay? Did she have the baby yet? And what are you doing out here instead of in there with your wife?"

"What? Jules is fine. Our baby's not due for another week at least."

Gus looked confused. "But you said on the phone that the baby was going to arrive at any minute."

There was silence for a moment, then Shawn laughed. "Not the Spencer baby, Gus. Did I forget to tell you whose it was?"

"You may have left out that one little detail. Whose …?" Gus trailed off. "You mean …?"

Shawn nodded exuberantly. "Yep."

"Did it come yet? Is it a boy or girl?"

"Dude, the baby didn't arrive yet. At least, they haven't told me if it has. I've been waiting here forever!"

"I'm sure it hasn't been that long, Shawn."

"Oh yes –" Shawn stopped mid-sentence as a figure stepped through the doorway into the waiting room.

By the look on his face, the happy occasion had occurred. Shawn and Gus nearly knocked over their chairs getting up.

"So?" Shawn demanded.

"Sarah Belle McNabb has arrived," he announced proudly.

"Hooray!" Shawn shouted, reaching into his pockets.

"Congratulations, Buzz –" Gus began, pausing as Shawn began throwing handfuls of confetti into the air. "Shawn, what are you doing?"

"Celebrating." Shawn gave Gus a look that clearly asked What else would I be doing?

Gus rolled his eyes and turned back to the detective. "How's your wife?"

"Francine? She's doing great." Buzz was beaming, smiling from ear to ear.

"So … When can we see the new arrival?" Gus wanted to know.

"Um, right now if you want."

"Great! Let me stop by the gift shop first, then I'll be right up."

Gus was almost out the door before he turned back. "Shawn? Are you coming?"

Shawn stopped mid-toss. "To the gift shop? Of course." He hurried to catch up with his friend. "Do you think they have confetti there? I need more confetti."

"Shawn, you don't need more confetti."

"Yes I do! Didn't you see how much the nurses loved my celebration?"

"Shawn –"

"Ooh, I wonder if they have any pineapples."