Epilogue
Nurses and other hospital staff passed by Michael, who was hovering just outside Robin's postpartum recovery room door. A few of them cast confused or irritated glances at him and the camera crew, though none were bothered by it enough to stop and say anything. Michael addressed the camera in hushed tones, mindful of David and Robin who were passed out.
"As you can see, there are the Wallaces with brand-new baby Henry," whispered Michael. "They don't know I'm here yet. I followed them to the hospital, but no one would let me into the actual delivery room. So I waited up on this floor, pacing the halls until I finally spotted Robin's wheelchair getting pushed in here. Some lady in scrubs started yelling at me, so I went and hid in the bathroom until the shift changed over.
"It's amazing how comfortable you can make the handicap stall, if you arrange the spare toilet paper rolls just right," he gingerly stretched his neck, wincing. "Still, that was a long three hours. Hope not to have to do that again anytime soon. Now, enough about me – the time has come for me to go and offer myself as Henry's godfather."
The camera zoomed in on the Wallaces, who were sprawled out in utter exhaustion as Henry dozed in his bassinet.
"Yep, can't think of a better time to wake them up and ask them," Michael declared, disappearing into the room with a helium balloon trailing behind him.