Dedicated to cartoonfire and Pirate Slayer, who both requested this once upon a time. I can't be sorrier that this is extremely overdue, but I hope you guys especially enjoy this. Oh, and cartoonfire -- I was able to fit in two out of three of your requests, if that's fine. :)

Waaaaaay too long to be a drabble, but why not post it hear anyways?

Enjoy. :D

Disclaimer: I do not own TDI. Thanks.

His minds were playing tricks on him. Again.

Somehow, on an early Wednesday morning, he ended up in the waiting room of the nearest hospital, his head held very still, inches before his knees. His eccentric wife was in the room down the hall, hollering "Damn it, Duncan!" every ten or so seconds. It had been that way for the last two hours. Eventually, one of the doctors suggested he wait outside instead. To this, as horrible as he knew it sounded, he was so relieved he could cry.

He was going to be a father. A dad. He'd heard about it all from his buddies with children, his buddies without children, and his buddies who had recently been right in between, exactly the way he was at that very moment. The sleepless nights, the instant decrease in 'alone time', the diapers, the stuff they'd poop into diapers … and something about a miracle, but in a list of bad things that could go on and on, Duncan wondered if it was a miracle at all, or just another dirty diaper.

Cutting his thoughts short, a nurse made her way over, popping her gum and informing him off the following:

"Your wife's really throwing a fit in there."

A small part of him felt tempted to enlighten the subtle ignorance of this particular nurse, stating that this was completely normal. "Yeah, she probably is, is she?"

She made a face, seeing his trademark smirk, "Well, whatever. Someone in there told me she's going to need another hour for labour, and to ask if that's fine with you."

"If she needs it," Duncan answered frankly, "Then sure."

The nurse nodded, heading back down the white corridor.

His cellphone rang. He proceeded further down the hallway, reaching for his pocket as he wandered by the washrooms.

"Hello?"

"It's DJ. Heard the news. Congrats, man."

He felt a light chuckle unknowingly escape his lips. "So you guys planning a surprise party for the kid or something?"

"Actually, Geoff's already picked out the bottle of Mueller's you like so much. Bridge just started cooking. They're really excited, you know. Especially since Bridgette just found out she's pregnant with their third."

"Wow."

"I know, eh? Well, we'll be waiting for you guys. The whole gang's here."

A pause. "The whole gang as in…?"

"Exactly. Now go see your kid for me, alright? I hear some commotion on your end, might wanna check it out."

"Sure thing, buddy." Duncan hung up, exhaling a deep sigh before looking up ahead, noticing the same nurse once again making her way over, out of breathe.

She took in large gulps of air before coughing the words out. "W-we've…been…looking…all over…for…you." With a significantly longer pause (during which he grew suddenly anxious), she went on. "H-he…it's beautiful…y-your baby…"

When he burst into the room, less than five seconds later, he nearly froze in place.

Courtney laid there under the hospital covers exhausted, carrying a bundle in her arms and rocking it back and forth with the last of her strength. The little twerp-his kid-wouldn't quit howling.

"It wants to see its daddy," Duncan insisted, holding out for the blue bundle.

His wife, eccentric as ever, set him straight on a pleasantly surprising lower note, "It is a he, you idiot."

But she handed him to her husband anyway, just because she had to.

"What'd you name him?"

"Travis Hughes. And his middle name's Harold…" She explained as he blinked twice and asked if the aspirin was getting to her, "I figured I still owe him as much."

"Huh, cute," he smirked slightly, then turned to the blue bundle, who'd suddenly stopped crying. The room went quiet. "Well, I guess your dad now."

Travis continued to stare.

"Which makes sense I have to say, since you have the eyes your mother's always raving about. Not out loud, but everytime she looks at me she always looks like she's going to faint." (Courtney shot him an accusing look as he said this.)

A beat.

Duncan felt a smile coming on. "So this must be the miracle everyone's been telling me about."

And so the little twerp smiled for the very first time in his life, and it was dedicated to his daddy.

I haven't written anything D/C in awhile, so sorry if it's kinda out of character.

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