Henry and Nora Allen were going to be blessed with twins, two bouncing baby boys. Nora smiled happily at her husband, "Can you believe it? Twins!"

Henry dropped a kiss on her forehead, "I can't wait to meet them."

Nora laughed, "But not too soon."

Robert and Moira Smythe were happy to have the ultrasound confirm the gender of their child. "It's going to be a boy!" Moira smiled, a happy blush taking over her cheeks.

Robert chuckled, "A little boy for you to pamper and dress up."

"Oh hush! It's not like I'm going to force him to always wear pink and purple!" Moira laughingly scolded her husband.

"If you say so, dear." Robert said, trying to sound as condescending as possible through his laughter.

"Brat." Moira smacked his shoulder as she walked past him towards the kitchen, "Now, what do you want for dinner. I was thinking we could have…"

It was fate that brought both couples to the Central City Medical Center on January 14 for the birth of the kids. Moira was first to give birth. Robert passed back and forth in the lobby, worry marring his brow. What felt like hours later, the doctor finally came out to talk to him. After leading Robert to a quiet corner, the doctor gives his condolences, "I'm sorry to say that the baby didn't make it."

"What?" Robert asked in disbelief.

"I know it's hard, but your child was a stillborn."

"He had a perfect, beating heart at the last ultrasound." Robert's voice sounded strained.

"I'm sorry, this happens sometimes."

A glower came over his face, "Moira mustn't know of this, it will ruin her."

"What would you have me do?" The doctor asks in disbelief, "Steal someone else's baby?"

A contemplative looks crosses Roberts face before he calmly replies, "Yes. That man over there," Robert points towards Henry, "is having twins, he was talking about it to the man beside him. They'll have one child. Simply tell them that one of the twins didn't make it."

"Sir, what you're saying is highly illegal and I couldn't possibly do that. I'm going to have to ask you to go sit down and-"

"Thirty thousand."

"Excuse me?" The doctor tsks at Robert.

Robert allows a small smirk to climb on his face, "How does a thirty thousand dollar donation to the hospital from Smythe Incorporated sound. I'll also throw in another ten thousand for you for your troubles."

The doctor mentally sighs in awe at what that money could do for the hospital, all the upgrades that could finally happen. All the improved care that could happen. Even while he knew it was illegal, where else was the hospital going to get the money they needed to improve their patient care? Besides, the doctor rationalized in his mind, sometimes only one twin survives, it was a horrible fact of life. "Give my ten thousand to the local medical research center and you've got yourself a deal."

Robert nods, "It's done. I'll have the charitable donations given to their respective places before the day is out. Now, when can I see my son and wife?"

"The twins are not yet born, the mother has yet to go into labor. Your wife is out of it at the moment, but before the day is up, you shall have your son." The doctor, feeling only mildly guilty, nods to Robert and walks off to deal with the semantics of this scheme.

Henry felt awkward as he waited in the lobby, it was usually him in the operating room. Hours passed without a word about Nora's condition, but soon enough the doctor came back to the lobby and gestured for Henry. "I have some good and bad news, Henry."

Henry looks troubled as he says, "The bad news, if you would."

"We lost one of the twins." The doctor plows on before Henry can comment, "The good news is that Nora and the other baby are perfectly healthy."

Henry looks devastated as he asks, "Does Nora know?"

"Yes, she has already been informed." The doctor gestures for Henry to follow him, "If you would follow me, you can see your wife and son."

A few minutes later Henry walks into the recovery room to see Nora holding one of the twins, tears fresh on her face. Henry sits down in the hard guest chair and strokes the baby's head. "What are you going to call him?"

"Bartholomew Henry Allen." Nora hiccups a sob, "Barry for short."

"That sounds perfect."

Robert walks into his wife's recovery room to see her happily holding the baby. "How are you feeling, honey?"

Moira laughs, "Like I just got trampled by a herd of elephants."

"That bad?" Robert laughs, "But he's perfect."

"He is." Moira agrees happily, "I thought we could name him Sebastian James Smythe."

Robert unknowingly repeats what Henry said, moments before, "That sounds perfect."