Fatherhood Again, of Sorts

"God, shouldn't it be over by now?" Morty said to no one in particular. Douglas was an old hat at this, but it was Morty's first time. These were the lessons that no one taught you, Douglas thought wanly. It was Douglas's son about to come out legally, but Morty had done the duty, and despite not being a live-in bull, was very keen to see his son come out of Jada. Was there visitation rights for a Bull?

"Just relax, Morty, we're almost there," Douglas responded laconically.

"Relax ... sure, motherfuckers, ya'll fuckin' relax," Jada said, almost breaking Morty's hand with a squeeze as she pushed ... and pushed ... and pushed, until the three heard the cry of a young child ... Mortimer Lancaster.