The hospital room was dark despite the early morning sunlight straining against the blinds, and the door was shut, blocking out any noise coming from the corridor. Shawn was exhausted enough to drift off in the chair by Juliet's side. She was already asleep, her breathing deep and even, and he gazed at her face, resisting the tug of sleep behind his eyes for just another moment.

There was a large part of him that still couldn't believe what she had just done, and the other part of him was terrified about what would happen now. And that was why, if he allowed himself to think about it, he hadn't called to tell anyone about the baby yet. Jules had called her family, and even Lassiter, on the way to the hospital last night sounding much calmer than Shawn had felt. Then, as soon as Owen had been cleaned up and fed and wrapped in that blue-and-green-striped blanket, she had texted them all a picture.

Shawn allowed his eyes to slide shut, picturing baby Owen's shock of blondish hair sticking up on top of his red, wrinkled head. He remembered the gentle weight in his arms when the nurse handed the baby to him, and how Owen's eyes had flickered open for just a moment to look at him.

His hand slipped into the pocket of his jeans and his fingers closed around his phone but he didn't pull it out. He could almost pretend, with Owen down in the nursery, that his life hadn't just become infinitely more complicated, but only as long as he didn't share the news with those closest to him. But obviously he couldn't pretend forever. They would bring Owen back in a couple of hours so Jules could feed him, and he was pretty sure her family would be coming soon to congratulate them. Eventually, Gus would expect him at the Psych office, and he couldn't avoid his dad forever. And he had promised his mom he would let her know as soon as Jules went into labor. With a soft groan, he stood and pulled his phone out.

He leaned over and kissed Juliet's forehead gently before leaving the room. His fingers automatically hit Gus's speed dial and he did his best to squash the anxiety in the pit of his stomach. Of course, that feeling could also have something to do with the fact that he was starving.

When Gus picked up, he didn't even bother with hello. “What's wrong, Shawn?”

Shawn rolled his eyes. “Why would you say that, Gus?”

“Shawn, it's seven o'clock in the morning. The only reason you get up this early is --” Shawn could almost hear the gears turning in his best friend's head. “The baby! Shawn, did Juliet go into labor?”

Shawn found himself smiling at the excitement in Gus's voice. “No, Gus. I just thought you should know that WalMart is having a spectacular sale on Pez dispensers.”

“Stop it, Shawn,” Gus replied habitually. “Are you at the hospital with Juliet or not?”

“Yes, I am. And do you know what? There are no Pez dispensers in the gift shop.”

Gus's frustration was almost tangible and Shawn grinned. “Just tell me what's happening. I have to be at work soon!”

Shawn's mind stalled. He knew if he kept making jokes it was likely Gus would just hang up on him and then he'd have to call him back and go through the whole thing again. On the other hand, he was having a hard time saying the words he was supposed to.

“Shawn?”

He swallowed hard. “He's here, Gus.”

Gus paused. “The baby?”

“No, the mailman.”

“Shawn!”

Shawn sighed, slumping against the wall. “Yeah, buddy. The baby.”

“Why didn't you call me earlier? Is everything okay? How's Juliet? What's he look like?”

“Funny you should ask – he looks just like you, Gus! We're gonna need to have a talk I think . . .”

Gus's patience had reached an end. “Shawn, I am going hang up on you.”

“Gus!” Shawn blurted before he could.

“What?”

Shawn cleared his throat. “Do you wanna come see him?”

“Of course I do! I'm already on my way. I just need to pick up a couple of things first, but I'll be there as soon as I can!”

Shawn was relieved. Gus was coming. Why hadn't he called his best friend earlier? “Great, buddy. Grab me some Pez dispensers. Ooh, and maybe a taco.”

Gus just sighed. “See you in a little while.”

When Gus hung up, Shawn felt a little bereft. Talking with his friend had distracted him for a moment, but now the thought of calling his parents . . . He wandered out to the waiting room, glaring at his phone. Sinking down into a hard, grey chair, he wished fervently that he could wake Jules up and ask her to call even though she would end up making him do it anyway. He sighed heavily, slumping down in the chair, and scrolled through his contacts aimlessly. Boredom got the better of him after about eight seconds and he considered going to find tacos, or maybe some orange chicken but now that he was sitting again, he felt too tired to move. He rubbed a hand across his face and sat up a little, finally deciding to start with his mom. His thumb hit the speed dial before he could think about it too much and he lifted the phone to his ear.

He was sort of relieved when her answering machine picked up after four rings. “Mom? Hey, remember how Jules was pregnant? Well, she's totally not anymore.” He closed his eyes, groaning inwardly at his own incompetence in sharing the news. “So basically, you have a grandson, and he's way cuter than those monogram pictures, which isn't surprising since he looked like a creepy alien in those. But seriously, he came from me and Jules so how could he not be cute?” He paused, not sure what else to say. “Okay, well that's pretty much all I needed to tell you so . . . I'll talk to you later. Love you.” He hit the end button in disgust. “Really great,” he muttered to himself. “Oscar-worthy performance. Mom will be really inspired.”

The hand holding the phone dropped into his lap and he stared at it. Now he had to call his dad. “He's just going to get angrier the longer you wait,” he muttered to himself. He drew in a deep breath and hit the speed dial.

His dad picked up on the first ring. “Shawn? What's wrong?”

Shawn's hesitation turned to annoyance. “Why does everyone say that?”

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

Shawn rolled his eyes. “No, Dad. I dropped my watch in the toilet so I was just calling to ask you what time it could possibly be.”

“Shawn, just tell me what's going on.”

Shawn bit back another sarcastic comment and sighed. “The baby's here, okay?”

There was silence for a long moment. “Juliet went into labor last night and you didn't tell me?”

“Well, Dad, I was kinda busy getting my wife through having a baby. I guess you weren't my first priority at the time,” he said.

“You can't tell me you didn't have three seconds to let me know Juliet was in labor,” his dad replied, sounding exasperated.

“It's not that big of a deal. I'm calling you now, aren't I?”

There was silence for a long moment before his dad cleared his throat. “So is everything okay with Juliet and the baby?”

Shawn relaxed into the chair, glad that they were apparently dropping that argument. “Yeah, everything's okay.”

“Good.” Another silence followed. “When can I come over?”

Shawn realized that despite his initial trepidation, he wanted his dad to come see Owen. “Uh . . . whenever you want I guess.”

“I'll be there in fifteen minutes,” Henry said, and hung up.

Slipping his phone back in his pocket, Shawn made his way back to their room. He pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing the door silently behind him. Jules was still sleeping and he resumed his spot in the chair by her bed, smiling as he watcher her, curled on her side with the blanket tucked up almost to her ears. Leaning forward, he rested his forehead against the cool mattress and let out a deep sigh, allowing his eyes to close. Then he let the quiet lull him into an exhausted sleep.