Gobo, thankfully, came around on his own not long after the midwife went over to Mokey again. He blinked woozy eyes and sat up, shaking his head some, clearing enough to hear the question.

"No, no we haven't picked a name for-" Abrupt stop. He blinked and looked up. "Him?"

"That's right," the midwife said, smiling as she checked over the baby. "You two have a little son."

Whatever else the midwife was saying (something about names sometimes taking a while, it was alright, etcetc) was lost in a happy haze as he laughed shortly, sitting up better. "A son..."