This was it. The day they had been waiting for for three grueling years. A man dressed in police attire sat, hunched over, his hands clasped together tightly as he glanced towards the door he sat across from.
His partner had been inside there a long time. Every second seemed like an eternity, he began to wonder if something had gone wrong.
The clock ticked endlessly. He was vaguely aware that he was he only person in the room now, he didn't register when the others had gotten up and left.
'Calm down, buddy,' an optimistic voice in his head chirped, 'this is supposed to be the happiest day of our lives!'
"...I know, but it shouldn't take this long..." He mumbled back, touching his forehead with a sigh.
The door opened slowly a little while later. His partner, a man dressed in a blue spacesuit with a cracked helmet, despite them not being on the moon and the fact that there was an abundance of oxygen, stepped out. He held the hand of a small child, a girl with poofy hair, a little dress and bloomers and little sandals, who was smiling and drooling at the same time. This was their daughter. After three agonizingly long years and an endless amount of paperwork she was theirs. Instantly, the man dressed as a cop jumped to his feet, smiling. He switched his aviators out with big, round glasses and picked up the child, tossing her playfully into the air. "Hello buddy!" He said to her, hugging her close when she came back down to earth, "aren't you a little cutie?"
His partner gave him a tired smile and came over to join the family. "We finally did it...~" The man gave his partner a hug, resting his weary head on the cop's broad shoulder, sighing.
"I'm your daddy," the cop was explaining to the child. Suddenly, off went the round glasses and on came the aviators again.
In a gruff voice, still with a little smile, he said, "...I'm your daddy too."
The little girl wasn't paying attention to them and grabbed instead at the aviators. She pulled them off his face and waved them around before throwing them to the ground in a fit of giggles.
This gesture, while seemingly insignificant to others, was not to be tolerated by the cop. "Young lady," he told her sternly, "no. You do not touch my glasses."
She just stared at him, drooling all over his uniform happily.
"Calm down, buddy," he pulled the round spectacles from his pocket and placed them on his face. "She'll learn not to touch them when she's older." He gave the little girl to his partner and bent down to retrieve the aviators. Storing those in his pocket for safe keeping, he took his partner's hand and together they walked down the hallway as a complete and happy family at last.
