Will and Trudy Weiss arrived.

"Hello Greta," Trudy said.

"Hi mom, Hi Dad," Gretchen greeted her parents.

"How are you feeling?" Will asked.

"Would you believe me if I said I felt a little overwhelmed?" Gretchen inquired.

"Not at all," Trudy replied.

"Where's Ferb?" Will asked.

"He went home for a bit, then he'll be shopping for a few things," Gretchen replied.

"What does he need to get?" Trudy asked.

"A car seat and some baby clothes," Gretchen answered.

"You two didn't have those ready?" Trudy inquired.

"We were unsure about his weight," Gretchen replied.

"That's understandable, you were a small one. Smaller than your brother was, half his size to be exact," Will remarked as Alexander was passed to him.

"You were able to fit her along your forearm Will," Trudy said with a slight smile at the memory.

"Please don't attempt that with my son," Gretchen warned softly.

The four parents laughed.

"You'll learn that children are fascinating little people," Lawrence remarked.

"I know Greta was a curious child," Will said with a nod.

"So was Ferb. He was always examining everything," Lawrence recalled.

"She never wanted to stay in your lap for too long Will," Trudy remembered.

"She'd much rather explore," Will replied.

"Is there anything you want to learn about your son in the next few weeks?" Linda asked.

"I want to know everything about him," Gretchen replied.

"Your brother said something similar about you when he first met you," Trudy said.

"You wanted hardly anything to do with him. He tried to read to you and you cried. You were only content when he showed you the blocks," Will added.

"Until he picked up the wrong color. Then you screamed as though someone had cut you," Trudy remarked.

Gretchen's eyes went wide, "I was a terrible child?"

"No you weren't, you were our little Greta," Will assured his daughter.

Gretchen covered her face with her hands.

"He actually got you to laugh after you got your glasses," Trudy said.

Gretchen lowered her hands and raised an eyebrow.

Will passed Alexander to Trudy, "You didn't want to have anything to do with us for a few hours."

Trudy cradled her newest grandchild, "I tried everything. Your favorite stuffy, juice, cookies... I don't even know what Greg did to get you to laugh, but it worked."

"You forced him teach you how to read," Will said.

"I was three," Gretchen protested.

"And you were reading by your fourth birthday," Trudy pointed out.

Gretchen nodded.

"Alexander's going to be a very smart child," Linda noted.

"With who his parents are? I wouldn't be surprised," Will remarked.

"If you or Ferb have any questions, don't hesitate to call," Lawrence offered.

"Exactly, we're here to help you," Trudy added.

The door opened and Ferb came in. His attention was on Gretchen and he hadn't noticed everyone.

"I've got a carseat/stroller combo and a few outfits and blankets," Ferb said.

"Good morning son," Lawrence said.

Ferb paused and glanced over seeing his father and step-mother, "Hello Father. Have you been here long?"

"Not long sweetie," Linda answered for the pair.

Gretchen stifled a giggle, "Everything okay honey?"

Ferb noticed Trudy and Will, and gave a nod.

"What happened son? You two are usually more organized," Will commented.

"We thought we had more time," Ferb replied.

Trudy offered Alexander to Ferb.

Ferb stepped back, shaking his head, "I don't want to drop him."

"Ferb, you're not going to drop him. You held him just fine earlier," Gretchen said.

"I was sitting then," Ferb pointed out.

Trudy stood up and handed Alexander to Gretchen.

"You can sit with me Ferb," Gretchen said.

"I'm fine with standing," Ferb replied.

"He's a good wee lad, Ferb," Lawrence said.

"He's a matter of hours old, how could you possibly tell?" Ferb asked.

"We've all held him and he's not crying," Will pointed out.

Ferb raised an eyebrow.

"He didn't cry when you were holding him earlier," Gretchen pointed out.

Ferb nodded.

"He only cried once since he was born...technically twice," Gretchen said.

The door burst open and Phineas came in.

"Ferb called, you had the baby?" Phineas asked, sounding out of breath, then he paused and looked around at everyone.

"No Phineas, this is just a practice run for when the baby actually arrives," Lawrence remarked with dry humor.

Phineas' jaw dropped, "But Ferb called and said..."

Gretchen faceplamed while Ferb had a 'shoot me now' expression. Will and Trudy chuckled.

"That went over his head," Linda remarked.

Alexander started whimpering at the sudden increase in noise.

Phineas approached Gretchen, and looked at bundle of baby in her arms, "Congratulations!" he said then leaned over and hugged her.

Alexander let out a cry.

"May I?" Phineas asked.

Gretchen glanced at Ferb and offered the bundle to Phineas.

"Hi there, I'm your Uncle Phineas," Phineas said to the infant.

Alexander whimpered then blinked.

Phineas seemed relieved.

Alexander focused hard on Phineas.

Phineas smiled, "He's got your stare Ferb."

Ferb blinked, "What?"

Lawrence chuckled, "He's been focusing on everyone who's held him. It seems that he's trying to decide for himself if he likes someone or not. You were the same way son."

"Here," Phineas said, as he adjusted Ferb's arms and set Alexander in them.

Ferb looked worried.

Alexander focused on Ferb. Ferb smiled softly at him. Alexander blinked, and Ferb became worried.

"What's wrong son?' Lawrence asked.

Ferb replied in a whisper, "This is my son. I'm holding my son."

"Wonderful feeling isn't it?" Lawrence asked.

"I can't believe he's here," Ferb replied.

Linda whispered to Will and Trudy, "I think someone has fallen in love with their child."

The Germanic couple nodded in agreement.

Alexander yawned widely and Gretchen stifled a yawn behind her hand.

Ferb's brow crinkled in worry, "What's he doing now?"

Will glanced over, "I'd say he's going to sleep."

"Just like Gretchen," Trudy added and went over to Gretchen, "Get some rest dear, you've earned it."

"We'll stop by later on this afternoon," Linda said and hugged Gretchen, "He's a beautiful little boy."

Gretchen mumbled out a, "Thank you."

"Fatherhood suits you Ferb," Lawrence said.

Ferb nodded slightly and his parents left.

"We'll get out of your hair for a while. I'll inform your supervisor why you won't be in today," Will said.

"Thank you sir," Ferb replied and Gretchen's parents left.

"I'll pick up Candace later so she can visit," Phineas said, "Unless something goes wrong with one of the projects."

"Jeremy was getting to get the kids off to school. He said he'd stop by on his lunch break," Ferb said.

"I'll bring Sienna and Lillian by later this evening," Phineas promised.

"I hope I didn't forget anyone," Ferb mused aloud.

"What about Gretchen's brother?" Phineas asked.

"Already called him," Ferb replied.

"Grandma and Grandpa Flynn?"

Ferb nodded.

"How about Grandma and Grandpa Fletcher?"

Ferb nodded then paused, "My Mum."

"Mom just left," Phineas said.

Ferb shook his head, "Maggie, my biological mother."

"Oh... I guess you should call her. She'd be happy, I'm sure," Phineas replied.

Ferb handed Alexander to Gretchen, "I'll be back in a few," he promised as he pulled out his phone and left the room.

"I'll see you later, Gretchen. Your mother's right, you've earned a rest," Phineas said.

"Thank you Phineas," Gretchen replied.

Phineas shook his head and grinned, "I can't believe it, I'm an uncle," he said as he left the room.

Will arrived at the Danville Architects office. He headed up to the department where Ferb worked. He spotted Ferb's Project Supervisor, Mr. Rivers, and pulled the man said.

"Fletcher won't be in today, family emergency," Will informed Mr. Rivers.

"I hope everything's okay," Mr. Rivers said.

Will nodded, "Everything's just ticking along wonderfully."

Simon Maxwell was talking to a co-worker, "Fletcher probably wants to spend the day with his wife. He really lucked out with her, she's quite a feisty little package.

Will heard this and growled, "That's my daughter you are talking about."

"And you're okay with Fletcher do-" Simon began.

Will fought to keep his temper in check, "I can make the rest of your work day a living hell."

"Will, what seems to be the problem?" Mr. Rivers asked.

Will shot Simon a dirty look, "I think the issue has resolved itself, Jeramiah."

"Tell me Weiss, how did you find out about them?" Simon asked smugly.

Will took three steps closer to Simon, "That doesn't concern you in the slightest," he growled then left for his department.

Simon remarked to another coworker, David Simmons, "He probably walked in on them one day. Can you just imagine the look on Fletcher's face when Weiss walked in on him? I'm actually amazed that Fletcher's still breathing."

David, who liked Will and Ferb, replied, "And you seem to have a death wish."

"Why's that?" Simon demanded.

"Do you remember Derrick Mercer? He pissed off Weiss a few years ago," David pointed out.

"Mercer got transferred," Simon replied.

"Because Weiss scared the living hell outta him," David returned.

"I'm never gonna get married," Simon stated, sulking slightly.

"Not with that attitude. I actually think Gretchen's a lovely person. We spoke at the company picnic this past summer," David remarked.

"She let herself go. She usually wears a tight blouse with her jeans. This year she was wearing an oversized top over some stretch pants," Simon said.

David snorted, "So you didn't notice?"

"Notice what?" Simon remarked.

David rolled his eyes, "You're a bigger idiot than Henson."

"Notice What, exactly?" Simon demanded.

"They obviously have a child now," David replied.

"What are you talking about?" Simon asked.

"Ferb's wife is pregnant. She didn't say anything but I could tell," David answered.

"When Weiss finds out, he's going to kill Fletcher," Simon said, with a smirk.

"Will probably knows that he's going to be a grandfather by Thanksgiving," David replied.

"Or Weiss doesn't know anything," Simon said.

"Gretchen is Will's daughter, he knows more than he lets on. I saw that much at the picnic," David said.

"Weiss threatens everyone who even looks at her in a way he thinks is wrong but he's okay with Fletcher. I don't get it," Simon mused aloud.

"You don't even know where Will came from do you?" David asked.

"Pennsylvania. Isn't he Pennsylvania Dutch?" Simon returned.

David faceplamed, "He's German."

"Fletcher doesn't hide the fact that he's British. That must make for some interesting dinner conversations. The British and the Germans don't generally get along very well," Simon remarked.

"It's obvious they respect each other," David noted.

"Fletcher is pretentious," Simon snapped.

"No he's not. He knows his job. I heard he graduated high school almost three years early," David replied.

"He turned down a job offer from another company," Simon pointed out.

"He likes working here," David returned.

Simon snorted, "Yeah right. He never says anything to anyone."

"He's focused on his work," David pointed out.

"He's anti-social. Maybe that's why he gets along with Weiss so well. They both hate people," Simon retorted.

"I had a conversation with Ferb a few months ago, he seemed interesting," David said.

"What were you talking about?" Simon asked.

"Just some of the new engineering techniques we're supposed to implement into our projects," David replied with a shrug.

"Wow, boring," Simon remarked.

"He was very knowledgeable about it. He said he heard of those techniques a few years ago," David explained.

Simon crossed his arms, "Again, boring."

"At least he pays attention to detail," David replied.

"What happened a few months ago that he just up and left?" Simon asked.

David shrugged, "It's none of our business."

"Something's up and I want to know what it's about," Simon replied.

"Don't bother. It's none of our concern," David warned.

Simon spotted the other supervisor, Mrs. Greyson, and continued talking with David, "Don't you think it's strange that Fletcher seems to get more freedom than the rest of us?"

"I thought we all had the same freedoms," David remarked.

"Fletcher does his work, he doesn't stand around shooting the breeze all day," Mrs. Greyson said coming up behind the pair, just being informed by Mr. Rivers that Ferb wasn't going to be in that day.

"He's always taking off for 'lunch meetings,'" Simon used air quotes.

"Most of his meetings are actual meetings. There have been a few times he's had a personal lunch, but he's always made sure that his projects are ahead of schedule," Mrs. Greyson replied.

"Fletcher's anti-social, that's why his projects are ahead of schedule," Simon grumbled.

"He puts in more work than you," Mrs. Greyson replied evenly.

"Then why isn't Fletcher in today?" Simon asked.

"That information is above your pay grade. Get to work or so help me I'll have you transferred," Mrs. Greyson snapped at Simon.

Simon grumbled, and stalked back to his cubicle.

"I was hoping to ask Fletcher for an explanation on that new technique. I've got another part I can work on until tomorrow. I'll ask him then," David said.

"He probably won't be back until next week," Mrs. Greyson replied.

"Is he okay?" David asked concerned.

"That is on a need to know basis..." Mrs. Greyson sighed.

"I don't need to know. Got it," David said and went back to work.

"Good," Mrs. Greyson said with a nod.

Ferb was sitting at home, late in the afternoon. He had returned to the house to take a breather and pick up a change of clothes for Gretchen for when she got her discharge from the hospital.

Ferb had his cell pressed to her ear, waiting for his biological mother to pick up, "Maggie? I'm glad I finally got a hold of you," he paused, "It's Ferb calling," he waited for her reply, "I wanted to let you know that Gretchen's given birth to our son," he blinked as he listened, "Alexander," there was another pause, "You want to what?" Ferb listened as his mother repeated her statement, "Are you sure?" a listening pause, "You don't have to come immediately," he paused, "You would do that?" Ferb listened, "I think she would appreciate that," he paused, then laughed lightly, "He has her hair color," he listened as she asked a question, "No, I'm at home," he paused, "She was sleeping when I left. The nurse came and took Alexander to the nursery," he paused again, "I'll call you again from the hospital if you want," he smiled slightly as he listened, "Okay...Thank you, a final pause, then quietly, "Love you too."

Less than fifteen minutes, Ferb had the change of clothes in a small bag. He was sitting in the kitchen, having a cup of tea and a quick sandwich.

He jumped when his cell phone went off, "Hello?" he paused, "Candace, I'm glad you called," another pause, "This morning," yet another pause, "Almost a month," he listened, "I'm at home at the moment, I'll be going back shortly," he paused again, "Sure you can ride with, but I think Gretchen might still be napping," a final pause, "All right see you in a few. Bye," then Feb hung up.