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Jonah Puckerman is at a bar with his friends when he gets the call. "Damnit," he says, "looks like I got a son."
"Good to meet you, buddy," Burt Hummel says, fingertip gentle against a tiny nose. "Can't wait to teach you how to throw a ball."
Dan Berry puts his hand over his husband's against the glass pane of the nursery. "I'm sorry we couldn't be there for your birth. But from now on we'll be here, every day of your life."
"Dear Carole", the soldier writes, crouching on his pallet. "I hope you and little Finn are okay ..."