Barney looked down at the small newborn in his arms. Marvin. Marvin Waitforit Erikson.

He blinked.

This child was part of his family.

It may not be his kid, but it was still his family.

He had chosen the middle name of the little bastard, this cute little bastard. But, what he would never admit was that the name didn't really matter. What mattered was the fact that he held this baby in his arms, that he was an Uncle, that for a moment nothing was wrong with the world. Nothing at all.

Marvin yawned widely.

And Barney smiled.