Maggie sat up in one of the beds at the infirmary, hair plastered to her head and a tiny child in her arms. Glenn, the proud papa of a healthy son, looked down in wonder. They had actually created this perfect human being together.

"What should we name him?" Glenn asked. There had been discussions about names, but nothing had been set in stone yet.

"I was thinking about naming him after a man that's taught me so much. A man who I hope our son will grow up to be just like."

"Your father. His name is Hershel, then?" He liked that name and hoped that it would be one that Maggie would choose. It was a perfect way to remember the man that had been like a father to him and a real father to Maggie.

"No, sweetie. His name's going to be Sheldon."

Glenn fell to his knees in utter despair. "Nooooooooooooooooooo!"


"Nooooooooooooooooooo!"

Glenn startled himself awake from the worst nightmare he'd ever had. Looking to his side, he didn't see his very pregnant wife. Panicking, he shot out of the bed, and nearly fell when the blanket got caught in his legs. However, when his groggy mind finally cleared, he saw the light streaming through his window. Maggie had probably just gotten up to make herself some breakfast.

When he made it to the kitchen, the only occupant was Sheldon.

Of course.

Glenn nearly turned around and walked back to bed.

Besides Penny, Glenn felt as if he was the only person who was stuck with Sheldon the most...and he hated the guy. Okay, it was more like strongly disliked him.

"Good morning, Glenn."

It was too late to run now.

Turning around, he didn't even smile and mumbled, "Morning."

"You're wife went with Penny to Tara's house. I was told that they would be having a 'girl's day' with the other women in town. Penny said not to expect her back until late tonight."

Glenn had almost forgotten about today. With the baby close to being due, Maggie had wanted to spend a day with her friends before the baby started taking up all her time and attention. He was kind of bummed that she hadn't said goodbye to him before she left.

"Here you go."

Sheldon slid something across the counter top in Glenn's direction. It was a mug. The closer he got, Glenn saw that it was tea, not coffee. The smell of peppermint wafted up to his nose and he sat down in the stool in front of it.

"It is a non-optional social convention to provide one with a hot beverage if they are sad or distressed."

"But I'm not sad or...distressed."

"When I walked by your room earlier, I heard you moving around and crying out 'No'. It was more drawn out than that. In fact, it was much like when Darth Vader-

"Get to the point," Glenn grumbled. Though, he did like it when an occasional Star Wars reference appeared in every day conversations. Just not when it was Sheldon.

"Very well." Sheldon didn't look happy to be interrupted, but didn't say anything about it. "It sounded as if you were having a nightmare. I know from experience then when waking from a nightmare, I still feel the lingering effects of said nightmare."

"I was having a nightmare." He lowered his voice, "You were in it."

"I was? Were you witness to my death? Was that what made you upset and cry out?"

Glenn had forgotten how freaky good Sheldon's hearing was. Biting his tongue, he refrained from telling Sheldon that watching him die wouldn't have been a nightmare. "No. You, uh, just walked by. That was it. Annnnd that's all I remember."

There was no way Glenn was going to tell Sheldon about his nightmare. In fact, he'd probably ask why Glenn found naming his child after him a bad thing.

"Oh. I, myself, hate when I have a dream or nightmare that I have forgotten in the morning. Do you know why that is?"

"Actually I do," Glenn said quickly, not wanting to hear the lecture. "So, you don't have to tell me. Oh, and thanks for the tea." He took a sip, ignoring how it burned his tongue and offered Sheldon a smile before walking from the room.

Sheldon watched him go, shaking his head. "And Penny said I used to have a weird smile."