Mokey blinked over from Gobo to the midwife, who assured her that Gobo would be fine; that it wasn't exactly rare among first-time fathers. At the reassurance, she giggled and looked back down to the baby. The midwife tended to Gobo, then came around to Mokey's other side to check on the child's health.

"Did you and Gobo ever settle on a name for him?" she asked, and Mokey smiled over at her unconscious darling, and slowly shook her head. A name could always be picked out once he woke up.