Jeff knew his limbs should be moving. He knew he was supposed to go get the overnight bag from the bedroom and then go get the car keys. But he couldn't remember where they were. He also couldn't remember how to move.

"Jeff!"

Annie. Right. Think about Annie.

He let go of her shoulders and went to the bedroom, grabbing the hospital bag. When he made it back into the den she had one hand on the wall, one hand wrapped around her stomach, her face screwed up in pain. Shirley and Doreen were with her.

Jeff locked up again. This was happening so fast. They were a pair today, weren't they? Neither one of them could seem to keep it together. They had prepared so much and they were still falling apart at the seams.

"Jeff." This time it was Rich's voice. He was standing in front of him, shaking him slightly. "It's okay. This is all normal." Rich's voice was calm and collected. "She needs you to be calm right now."

Jeff's eyes started to wander to Annie but Rich shook him again. "Hey, I'm a doctor, remember? I did a four-week gynecology rotation. I've delivered babies."

"So have I!" Abed called from him.

"Oh! Me, too!" Britta chimed in, her hand in the air.

"See?" Rich said with a smile. "She's in good hands. Now, let's get her to the hospital."

Jeff nodded. He felt better. Now that he was calmer he could remember where the keys were. They were in his jacket pocket and his jacket was hanging by the door. He grabbed the keys, but then Troy was taking them from him.

"I'll drive," he said. "You sit in the back with her."

Jeff didn't argue.

"Rich, you coming?" Troy called as he left the apartment.

Jeff went back to get Annie. He and Rich helped her into the elevator and out to the parking lot where Troy had the car ready and waiting for them.

The hospital was a fifteen-minute drive away. By the time they got there Annie was groaning with each contraction.

Troy and Rich dropped them off at labor and delivery ward, where they were met by a nurse and taken to a triage room. They asked Jeff a few questions while they hooked a fetal monitor to Annie's stomach and did a quick cervical check.

After their tests were finished, they quickly admitted her to the hospital. They took them to a private room and gave Annie a gown to change into.

Annie sat down on the edge of the bed and Jeff stood off to the side, both very quiet. Finally, Annie called to him. He moved and sat down beside her. She looked scared again, but not in the same way as before.

"Don't let me be like her," she said, repeating her request from earlier.

"You trust me, right?" Jeff asked.

"Yes."

"Then believe me when I say: I would never have married someone who was capable of that. You're going to be a wonderful mother."

"Yeah?"

"I never once doubted it."

If they thought waiting at the apartment had been trying, it was nothing compared to this. Her contractions were stronger and closer together now, making distracting her a much more difficult a task. They walked around a bit together before turning on the TV and finding a movie to watch. It was Pretty Woman, because somewhere in the world, Pretty Woman was always on.

The movie worked for a while until it didn't. Jeff was trying desperately to remember what he was supposed to be doing to help her. Once when she was in the midst of a particularly painful contraction he remembered to remind her to breathe. To which her response was: "You breathe!" He didn't try to remind her again.

Sometime around hour seven of being in the hospital, they came in to do another cervical check. They announced that she was dilated to eight centimeters. She was going to be entering the transition phase of labor. She probably had a few more hours before the birth. Annie's response was to ask for an epidural.

Jeff watched in horror as they stuck a needle the length of his finger into his wife's spine, but Annie hardly seemed to flinch. She sat forward with her eyes closed and took it like a champ.

After that she seemed much better. Uncomfortable, but no longer in pain. She lay back in bed exhausted. She was even in good spirits enough to make a joke.

"I wish we could've watched Pretty Woman after the shot. I probably would have enjoyed it more."

Her eyes closed and within minutes she was asleep. Jeff left the room, letting the nurse know where he was going just in case anything happened while he was gone. He found his way to the waiting room where his mother and Tyler were seated together. The others had apparently stayed behind to build the crib for them. Jeff blamed the prickling behind his eyes on his exhaustion. It was the middle of the night, after all. He didn't stay long. He needed to get back to Annie.

As he was leaving he caught Tyler's hand. "All good?" he asked seriously.

Tyler smiled and nodded. He looked anxious but fine. "All good."

Back in Annie's room, about an hour after the epidural, Dr. Williams arrived to check on Annie. Jeff hated to wake her up, but they needed to check how far along she was.

Half an hour later they were wheeling her into the delivery room. Annie was in active labor.

Jeff was changing into his gown in a trance-like state. Active labor. Delivery room.

The delivery room was more crowded than he had expected. There were four nurses and the doctor, plus he and Annie. Lots of monitors and equipment, too.

Dr. Williams was in a surgical cap, gloves, and a face mask, not just the little cloth kind, but one with a clear plastic bit that covered her eyes. Jeff was suddenly very worried about fainting.

They checked her cervix again and suddenly it was on to the pushing. Jeff was beside Annie while she pushed, her hand in his. The epidural had helped with the contractions, but some of the pain seemed to have returned for the birth. He thought he felt his knuckles pop when she squeezed and he tried not wince. What a ridiculous notion to complain about his hand when she was literally forcing a human being out of a hole that was much too small.

He had thought this part would go quickly. When Shirley had Ben it was over in minutes, but Annie was struggling. Her hair was sticking to her face and her eyes were closed tight. She strained with every push, involuntary, guttural noises escaping from the back of her throat.

The nurses handed him a damp washcloth for Annie, but they didn't tell him what to do. He dabbed it against her forehead.

"Is this helping?" he asked. "I'm not sure –"

"Would you shut up for once in your life?" Annie hissed through her teeth as she pushed.

"Right, sorry."

As soon as she was done, she opened her eyes and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Please keep talking. Please." Her voice was pleading.

Jeff was at a loss. He was so bad at this. The books had said he was supposed to be her coach but he didn't know how.

"I can see the head," Dr. Williams announced and Jeff suddenly remembered where he was and why they were here.

He leaned in close to Annie and whispered, "Did you hear that? They can see her."

Annie pushed again and when she stopped he kept talking. "You're doing great. You're so close."

The head was out. Then the shoulders. Jeff resisted the urge to look, he kept his eyes on Annie's face. "Almost there."

Suddenly the room was loud with the sound of a screaming infant. Jeff finally looked up to see Dr. Williams pull a tiny bawling human out of his wife. The tiny human was covered in crap and was screaming but Jeff didn't care. Elizabeth was the most miraculous thing he had ever seen.

They quickly did a few checks and wiped her off before they laid her down on Annie's chest. She had stopped screaming and her dark blue eyes were open, looking up at Annie.

Annie's mouth was open in disbelief. She gently wrapped her arms around her. As soon as her fingers touched Elizabeth's skin, she was crying.

Jeff hadn't realized that he was crying too, until his vision blurred. He was just now beginning to grasp that even after thirty-eight weeks of preparation, nothing could have truly prepared him for this. For how he felt. He reached out to touch her, brushing his fingers against her soft, dark hair. Dark like her mother's.

"We made her," Annie said, looking up at him.

Jeff shook his head in disbelief. "I'm giving you 99% of the credit."

"1% still counts, you know."

They had a daughter. She was here and she was real. All six pounds and eight ounces of her.

After a few minutes they took Elizabeth away to get cleaned up, but as soon as they were done they brought her right back. Annie and Elizabeth had to stay there for a while for monitoring, but Jeff was allowed to step out for a bit. He had some good news to share.

Jeff had a big toothy grin on his face when he stepped into the waiting room. "It's a girl," he announced to the sound of cheering.

They moved Annie and Elizabeth into her postpartum room and got everyone comfortable. They went over a few things with them about changing her and swaddling her and then let them be, promising to check in later. They could always call if they had questions.

She was asleep now, but Annie didn't want to put her down and Jeff knew the feeling. It was like if he wasn't touching her it wasn't real. He didn't want to take his eyes off of her, but there was someone else who needed to be there.

He went back out into the waiting room and locked eyes with Tyler. He gestured to him silently and Tyler crossed the room to meet him. "Come meet your little sister," he whispered.

Jeff had his phone ready when Tyler walked up to Annie and Elizabeth and he was glad he did. After everything they'd been through, seeing Tyler's face light up was so wonderful and such a relief that he could have sat down and cried right there.

"Hi, Elizabeth," Tyler said softly. "I'm Tyler. I'm your brother."

"Do you want to hold her?" Annie asked.

Jeff almost laughed at Tyler's face. Sometimes he wondered if Tyler wasn't somehow his biological son. His whole face screamed 'I'm not so sure about this'.

"Sit down," Jeff instructed gently.

Tyler sat down in the chair by the window, still looking unsure. Jeff took Elizabeth from Annie and turned to his son. "Hold out your arms like mine." Tyler copied him and then Jeff gently placed Elizabeth in his arms, taking a seat next to him.

"See?" Jeff said quietly so that only Tyler could hear. "I think we were all worried for nothing."

"Maybe," Tyler agreed, smiling down at his baby sister. "She is pretty cute."

Family and friends had long since gone with half a million photos taken as proof. Annie had fallen asleep as soon as the door had closed behind them, but Jeff was wide awake. This was his first moment alone to just hold his daughter and he wanted to savor it.

He took his thumb and brushed it against her cheek. She was so small. She yawned and shifted in his arms, eyes still closed, and he smiled down at her. Elizabeth Grace. His daughter. Holding her felt so natural. He had been so worried about this moment, and now that it was here he wanted to laugh about how wrong he'd been. His fears from before seemed ridiculous now that he held her in his arms. The bond he had worried would be missing was definitely there, the glowing warmth radiating through his chest was more than proof. He could never leave her. There was no way he could ever repeat his father's mistakes.

There, with his infant daughter in his arms, he felt a small pang of sadness for William. What a lonely life he would have led without this. Without Tyler. Without Annie. He thought back to before Greendale, back when he thought his life was perfect, and wondered if he'd even known the definition of that word back then.

"Hello, Elizabeth," Jeff whispered. "I'm your daddy. You made life pretty crazy there for a while, but if I've learned one thing over the past eight and a half years, it's that crazy is not always a bad thing."