Dudley's Son Is Born
Dudley paced the corridor, waiting for the Doctor to come out and tell him everything was ok. Suddenly, the door nearest to him flew open, and the Doctor ran out, his cheeks flushing pink and a big smile on his face. "IT'S A BOY! A BEAUTIFUL HEALTHY BOY!". He shook Dudley's hand as Dudley heart pounded away in his chest. "I'm a father... I have a son!" He lost himself in the thought as he hurried into the hospital room. His wife lay on the bed, blankets tucked neatly around her. Her smile nearly brought Dudley to his knees. His eyes fell on a little movement coming from the bundle his wife held to her chest... A little fist waved around in the air, the tiny fingers wriggling around. He covered the distance to the bed in one stride and looked down at the perfect little face. His wife carefully handed him his son, and he held him carefully, cradling his son's little body. He couldn't breathe, couldn't speak. As he looked down, the names he had been trying so hard to decide on flew out of his mind, to be replaced by the name he couldn't believe he hadn't thought of. Smiling, tears in his eyes, he whispered to his son: "Jason Harry Dursley".