It was about five minutes later that Oliver woke up on the table, again, his head hurting just as much as it was the first time, but instead of worrying about whether or not the Australian beaters were getting suspended, he was worried about the fact that he was going to be a Dad.
A dad! He was scared, confused, but at the same time excited for the possibility of having his own little sprout. He adored Fred's daughter, and had played with little Gabe a few times back when he was still little. The thought of his own was exciting yet dreadfully scary at the same time.
Ignoring the mediwitches who were trying to push back onto the table, he stood up, regained his balance, then leaned in to give Meghan a soft kiss. "Hey. Sorry I fainted..."