"Daddy, look," Hannah started tugging on the end of Neal's suit. Neal looked helplessly at Mozzie who had been babysitting while he and Elizabeth had been at work.

"Hannah, show Neal your drawing," Mozzie said.

"I knew this would happen," he said, closing his eyes. Mozzie started to attempt to tell Neal that it was understandable, but Neal's mind was focused on what should have been a happy memory.


Neal was about to enter the hospital room in the maternity ward. But he hesitated when he saw Peter looking intently at the baby lying serenely in Elizabeth's arms.

"El, she's beautiful," Peter said as he picked his daughter up for the first time. Neal watched Peter beaming down at the infant for a moment longer, and then decided to walk around the hall and come back so as not to interrupt what was clearly a private moment.

When Neal was almost back to the door, Peter walked out into the hallway.

"Neal, there you are," Peter said, a sudden look of relief on his face. Then he gestured for Neal to follow him down the hall "What have I gotten myself into?"

"You looked happy enough a few minutes ago," Neal answered.

"I am happy, now. But, Neal, you've seen me with children; I'm terrible with them."

"Come on Peter Pan, you were made for this," Neal smirked "But, Peter, in all seriousness, you'll be a great dad. And I've told you this before, you aren't terrible with children, you're uncomfortable around them. Besides, this one's yours."

"You're right, you're right; I'm just panicking," Peter said. Then he studied Neal for a moment, "What are you hiding in your coat pocket? Please tell me you aren't on the verge of creating on international incident inside a hospital."

"Why, Peter, why would you ever think such a thing," Neal answered pulling a pink case of cigars out of his pocket.

"Neal, you may dress like it, but we don't really live in the fifties."

"Fine. I'll celebrate the birth of your daughter without you."

"You can't smoke inside the hospital."

"I never said anything about smoking inside the hospital; these are for later."

"Well, in that case, I suppose it couldn't hurt to give Hannah an old fashioned welcome into the world."

"Hannah? Is that her name?"

"Yeah." Peter smiled as he had when he had been looking down at her before.