Saturday Night
Billy fidgeted with the edge of his shirt as he wandered through the hospital halls. He'd promised Teddy that he would stop in and visit Wanda and the baby, so as soon as it had been feasible because of the Sabbath, he'd gotten dressed and headed down there. Fortunately the sun set far sooner at this time of year than it did in summer, or else he might have missed visiting hours.
But now that he was in the hospital, he couldn't quite make his feet walk into the room. Sure, he'd walked by the slightly ajar door more than a couple of times, but he hadn't actually gone in. There was something rather final about entering that room, seeing that baby who was not his sister and yet was all the same. He'd learned over the last months to deal with this concerning Tommy. This new baby was another matter entirely, especially when Billy thought about her father. He hadn't actually thought about that until just then, outside the door. What if Loki showed up to visit his new child while they were there? Well, he was a god. If he wanted to drop in on them, there wasn't really anything that Billy could do to stop him, was there.
Billy finally took a deep breath and lightly rapped on the door as he pushed it open a bit more. "Wanda?" His voice was quiet. She could be asleep. Maybe he was hoping she was... at least a little bit.