And another song-inspired oneshot! This time I used a longtime favorite, Lonestar's My Front Porch Looking In, which I think is a great song for Marshall. I'm having a blast with these characters and trying to enjoy the fluff while it lasts, cause let's face it, fluff never lasts. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Not mine!

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Marshall Mann was incredibly lucky.

Standing on his porch in the backyard, he could see the sun rising in the New Mexico sky. The air was already hot, but it was something he was used to. He looked around the backyard, at the tree he'd planted when they had first moved into this house, and the tire swing that hung from one of the strong branches.

He smiled fondly as he remembered the hours he had spent on his own tire swing, and the countless fights with his brothers about whose turn it was to swing.

Hearing noises from inside the house, Marshall pushed himself away from the porch rail and opened the back door. Mary was in the kitchen, their son on her hip.

Marshall grinned. Jackson Marshall Mann was eighteen months old and just starting to walk. There was a sippy cup clutched in his little hands, and when he saw his father, his little face lit up.

"Da da!"

Mary turned toward Marshall. "Oh, there's Daddy. Go say hi." She put Jackson on the floor and watched as he toddled over to his father.

His smile widened as he dropped to his knee and held out his arms for his boy. Jackson giggled as he flung himself into his father's arms. Easily lifting his boy, Marshall tossed him in the air before catching him and bringing him back safely against his chest.

Mary watched him warily. "Marshall…" She pointed her spatula at him.

"I know, I know." Marshall kissed Jackson's head and hugged him.

"Daddy!"

Marshall turned in time to see Norah running to him. Her shoes were on backwards and her shirt was inside out because she insisted upon dressing herself. She certainly had her mother's stubborn streak, no doubt about that.

Grinning from ear to ear, Norah wrapped her arms around her daddy's legs. "Hi, Daddy!"

"Hey, princess!" Shifting Jackson to his hip, he leaned over and picked up Norah with his free arm. Then he hugged both of them.

"Okay, okay, enough of the mush." Mary crossed the floor and held her arms out. "Give me the bugs. You need to get a shower."

"Of course, dear," he teased, kissing her before he handed their children to her.

Jackson and Norah hugged their mom, and Marshall watched as Mary melted in the presence of their babies. She had changed after Norah's birth, but after their wedding and the arrival of Jackson, she was an entirely different person.

"Hey, Doofus! Quit staring and get in the shower!"

He snickered. Well, maybe not entirely different…

There's a carrot top who can barely walk

With a sippi cup of milk

A little blue-eyed blond with shoes on wrong

Cause she likes to dress herself

The most beautiful girl holding both of them

And the view I love the most is my front porch looking in

The End!

A/N: Hahaha, we all know Mary will never completely change. Thanks for reading, and please review!