Quin was positive he'd run a hole into the floorboards pacing in the hallway outside the room he and Dahlia shared. Mrs. Potts had quickly ushered him from the room once she'd arrived. It was to be expected, and he'd heard that the arrival of his new niece not even three weeks ago had gone... unexpectedly. The last thing he wanted was to stress Dahlia out any further. Still, he could hardly keep himself together. He'd lost count of the minutes (or hours? it had to be hours) he spent alone in the hallway. Should he owl someone? His parents? No, he should wait. Not that he thought anything would go wrong, but he should wait. Quin thought about going to the kitchen to make something, but didn't want to be far away. He wasn't sure he'd ever felt this useless in his entire life.

Finally after what felt like far too long, the room went much more quiet. Was that a cry? A laugh? He very nearly knocked on the door, ready to face his mother-in-law's wrath if need be, but it opened before he could and he peered in hesitantly. Suddenly he was incredibly nervous. Surely he would have been told if something went wrong? Right? Right? Oh Merlin, he was not prepared for this. She was so young and he was so old and there was no way he could do this without her if something had happened.

"Dahlia?" He ventured uncertainly, taking a step into the room, looking toward the bed where she sat, looking a little worse for the wear, but very alive and holding a squirmy bundle of blankets. "Are you alright?" He asked as he sank onto the bed, eyes intent on his wife, clearly worried.