William Jones paced up and down the hallway.

"Calm down William; you're going to wear a hole into the floor then we are all in trouble." His mother grabbed his passing arm and gave him a sincere look. He sighed and continued to pace; then plopped down shaking his leg impatiently; with a worried expression on his face.

He vaulted out of the chair to pace again and he started to rub his forehead. William was worried about what was happening in the room with the closed door. William waited at least eight hours before someone finally came out of that room.

He was tired and running out of nerve; he nearly tackled the doctor when he walked out of the room, wiping his hands on a bloody apron.

"Is Emma alright?" William resisted shaking the doctor. "And what about the baby? Is it alright?"

"Actually, sir" the doctor said as he gently removed William's hands from his shoulders and placed one of his on the disgruntled man's shoulder. "They are doing just fine."

William sagged into the soft high top chair with relief that nothing terrible had happened. He stood up more calmly this time and asked, "Can I go in and see them now?"

"Only if you're quiet, Emma has had quite a day; it's not often that I get to deliver twins the first time around."

William practically knocked the chair over in shock when he grabbed it for support and quickly straightened himself out of sheer embarrassment. He blushed as he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, I don't think I quite heard you right, but did you say twins?"

"Yes, sir. A boy and a girl to be precise." The doctor watched William closely just to make sure he wasn't going to pass out.

"Oh for heaven's sake William, it means that you are going to be very busy for a while." She got up and kissed his cheek. She then walked into the room and closed the door behind her. The doctor cupped William's shoulder, gave him a sympathetic look and walked down the hallway.