“I’m sorry for what I said earlier. Doc Pierce is a good guy, and you’re all right…for a cop.”
Sam laughed and shook Mr. Hathaway’s hand. “Apology accepted.”
Just then, Zack walked in, looking dead on his feet. Sam peeked at his wrist watch; it was just after 3:30 am. No wonder he was tired.
“Mary and the baby. Is everything all right?”
Zack found a smile from somewhere. “They’re both fine. But your wife is very tired. Congratulations, Mr. Hathaway, you’re now the father of a bouncing baby girl.”
Hathaway let out a whimper.
“She came into the world about fifteen minutes ago, weighing seven pounds, four ounces.
Mr. Hathaway must have forgot himself, because he pulled a surprised Zack into a bear hug and immediately began to cry.
“It’s okay. She’s got the right number of everything, as well as a good set of lungs.”
“Thank you, Doc. Thank you,” Hathaway sniffed and disengaged from the hug.