I was walking down a hospital hallway much like the one I had been walking in when Alisan was in the car accident, staring at a clock. I heard her call me and I remember running into the room as a doctor sat at her feet, pulling gloves on and pulling up her gown.

Of course, that was when I realized she was in labor.

My heart was pounding, palms sweaty as I approached her, she reaching her hand for me. I let her grip onto my hand tightly, feeling as if my fingers were to fall off if she even squeezed a bit more, she leaning her head into my arm as I leaned into the pillow beside her head, placing kisses on her neck as the doctor spoke to her then, telling her as soon as he prepped, he wanted her to begin pushing. To begin pushing and her baby boy would be in the world shortly.

I felt light headed; a baby boy? A baby?! Did this mean we were together?

I lifted my head, traveling down to our entwined hands. She was wearing an engagement ring and nothing else. My fingers, bare. Were we engaged? Why did I not know anything in this dream? Was she engaged to me? Having my baby? If it wasn't me, who was she with?

When the doctor cued her to push, I was instructed to hold her pillow up so she could keep her chin at her chest, gently coaching her through each contraction and push. For the most part, she was a little less loud than women I had seen on television giving birth, but there had been moments where her cries seemed a bit louder than usual. She pushed for twenty minutes, and as if I had blacked out, I opened my eyes and a little baby was resting in her arms, eyes open and blinking rapidly to the bright lights, small, delicate features and long, graceful hands.

"You have to call JC," she said, turning to look at me with tears in her eyes. Great. She was with JC. I knew that this was how it would happen. "... tell him he's an uncle again."

"A-again?"

"Of course, silly," she laughed, shaking her head and reaching for my hand, "Brianna and now your son."

My son. Alisan and I were together. I was engaged to her, I got her pregnant, and now, we were a family. She was a mommy, and I ... I was a daddy. I felt tears form in my eyes when I saw her holding him near, situating herself so she could feed him. Pushing back hair that was still slightly sticking to her forehead from the entire labor and birthing process, I placed my lips to her forehead, warm to her clammy skin. "You're beautiful," I said softly for only her to hear. "Beautiful and amazing and I'm so proud of you."

She turned her head, tired brown meeting my own tired ones. "Be proud of yourself, too, daddy; you helped make the most beautiful baby I have ever seen."

I grinned, leaning down and placing a kiss on his cheek before lifting my head to her mouth and kissing it firmly. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she said softly, head dropping back onto her pillow in exhaustion. "Call Jace. He's probably wondering what is going on after the frantic call you left him last night."

And almost just as quickly as my baby arrived, I was on the phone with JC, he overseas promoting. "You had him already? He's early! He was supposed to wait!"

I couldn't help but laugh at JC's disappointment of my son's early arrival. "You're still Uncle JC ... or Josh, whatever you want him to call you when he can actually spit your name out," I smiled, looking down at Alisan as she nursed him, eyes dropping slowly every so often. "He's beautiful, C. You should see him ..."

"Well, get Alisan's phone, take a picture and send it to me!"

"She's kind of indisposed right now," I laughed, JC cracking up on the other line. "When she's done, I will."

"Well, give me the stats! How tall, how much did he weigh?"

"I can't remember," I laughed, looking over at his incubator and reading it aloud to him, "Six pounds, nine ounces. Nineteen inches long."

"You name him yet?"

"Yeah," I smiled. "Jackson Riley." How did I know that and not anything else?

"Have you called the others? Your mom there? Her parents?"

"I haven't called them yet; she wanted me to call you first. And yes, they'll be in shortly. Alisan wanted privacy while she fed Jack."

"So we have another Timberlake in the world," JC laughed. "God, the world better watch out for this one. Not only is he a Timberlake, but he's also a Turner."

"J, will you take him, please?" Alisan's tired voice broke my attention from my conversation with JC, telling him I'd call him later so I could tend to my sleepy son. I promised a picture as soon as I got to her phone, and hung up shortly after. The others could wait.

When I took him into my arms, I felt at peace. A new beginning of innocence was staring up at me in an unfocused manner, his large blue eyes the exact replica of mine as a newborn (from photos that I had seen, anyway) and the peach fuzz that graced the top of his soft head was already slightly wavy. My first thought was 'That kid is gonna hate me when he gets old enough to realize just how much of a pain that hair is'. He had a slight olive complexion just like his mama, but everything else was me. All me. This was my son. I was a father.

And, before this, nothing topped my life other than winning Grammy's and seeing my music hit the number one spot. And I assumed finally landing Alisan. But this, right now, holding my son, would top everything from here on out. There would be nothing better than remembering the moment I first locked eyes with my new son, felt his tiny, graceful fingers wrap around mine and hold steadily as he yawned dramatically, tired from his long day.

"Look," Alisan said, breaking my attention from Jackson as she reached for the remote, my face in the corner of the small television. "They got it already?"

"I guess," I said, shrugging as I listened to the man talk. "They must have sent it out just as soon as he was born so rumors wouldn't fly."

"The music world has welcomed another addition to its family: Justin Timberlake and his fiancee, Alisan Turner, welcomed a healthy baby boy earlier this morning. Weighing in at six pounds, nine ounces, Jackson Riley Timberlake has already made an impression on the family with the likes of his father always wanting to be early for shows. Justin's publicist states that both mother and baby are doing extremely well and Justin is very excited to have become a father."

I looked over at Alisan, she looking back at me with a soft smile and half-closed eyes. I gave her a smile, laughing a bit at the look she was giving me, "what?"

"Nothing," she said quietly, still smiling. "Just watching you. I don't think you ever had to worry about becoming a father; you look natural. And amazing."

I grinned, looking down at the baby who was now asleep in my arms. "Nothing ever seemed quite as right as this does now."

This was the life I dreamed about.