Second in the Blind Justice series! Now for everyone following my Stucky AU, And A Clone Makes Three, Joey is quite involved in those stories for anyone who doesn't want to read the boring, baby stuff ;)

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Matt winced as the dull ache from his latest wounds made themselves known. Thankfully, it was only bruises and he hadn't been out late, so Foggy wasn't too suspicious when he came home. Focusing his hearing on the cot that was by their shared bed, he could hear the faint snuffling and breathing of their baby boy, Joseph.

The heartbeat was steady, causing Matt to smile as he noticed how it synced up with Foggy's unconsciously. As he felt the slight heat of the sun through the bedroom window, Joey's heartbeat sped up slightly, which alerted Matt to the fact that the baby was waking up. Taking care not to wake Foggy, Matt slowly got out of bed, wincing more as his ribs ached.

He walked over to the cot, just as Joey's heartbeat indicated that he was now awake. "Hey baby boy…" greeted Matt, grinning as he heard the muscles in his son's face shift, indicating that he was smiling at the familiar voice, "…are you in a cheerful mood this morning?!"

"That makes one of us…" grumbled Foggy's voice from behind him, causing Matt to grin even wider as he felt gentle arms hug him from behind, "…aww, he's smiling!"

The pure excitement in his partner's voice could have made Matt's entire week. As Joey began to make displeased sounds, Foggy headed into the kitchen, muttering about heating up a bottle for the kid and preparing them breakfast.

Matt gently lifted his son out of the cot and, making sure to take Joey's teddy with them, he supported the baby in one hand and carefully made his way to the kitchen. Nothing in the apartment was ever moved, so Matt knew exactly where everything was at all times, meaning that he could leave his stick in the hallway.

Once in the kitchen, Matt made his way to Joey's highchair and quickly strapped the baby in. At first, Joey began to fuss, but once he had his trusted teddy bear (Jack) in his hands, Joey cheered up. The milk was quickly heated up and whilst Foggy was buttering up the toast, Matt helped his son have his breakfast.

"Oh Matt?"

Matt glanced up as he heard a plate placed in front of him and Foggy pull up a chair opposite him. "You do remember that my parents are coming today right?"

"Of course I remember, how could I forget? Your mum's been calling us every other day to remind us!" Matt chuckled.

"Yeah I know, you'd think we were completely incompetent!"

Matt grinned, "Well, I know one of us isn't…" he teased, good-naturedly.

Foggy rolled his eyes and gently patted his son on the head, "You know, your Papa is very mean to me sometimes!"

Joey spat the bottle out and babbled excitedly, slapping his hands against the table of his high-chair. Foggy nodded his head in agreement, "You tell me all about it!"

Matt grinned as the pair quickly finished their breakfast and hurried back into the bedroom so that they themselves could get changed, before wrestling Joey out of his pyjamas. Once that was all done and dusted, the trio made their way back into the living room. Matt and Foggy decided to go over some paperwork that needed doing whilst Joey lay in his playpen, playing with his toys.

Due to the fact that Joseph was blind, he had specialised toys that were bought specially for him. His current favourites were his Octotunes Musical Toy, where every leg made a different note and his Tinkle Crinkle Rattle Toy, shaped like a caterpillar with every section making a different noise. Yes they were noisy, but Matt and Foggy didn't mind.

They spent a few hours in relative silence, only breaking it to change Joey's diaper, give him another feed or put him down for a quick nap. Three o'clock soon arrived and the men were startled out of their paperwork by an urgent knock on the door (well Foggy was…Matt could hear it coming.) Shooting up from his seat, Foggy quickly made his way to the front door, and almost as soon as he opened it, his mother (Anna) burst through it.

"Frankie!" she cried, giving him a hug, ignoring her son's petulant mutters about being called 'Foggy', as Foggy's Father (Edward) followed on behind.

The sudden noise caused Joey to burst out into tears, which then led to Matt dropping down onto the floor in an attempt to soothe him. Anna looked very apologetic as Matt gently eased himself to his feet, rocking backwards and forwards as Joey's cries quietened down into sniffs and almost silent snuffles.

"I'm so sorry…" she whispered, "…I completely forgot."

Foggy shook his head, "Don't worry about it Mom, you just made him jump. Listen, he's calming down right now!"

Matt nodded in agreement as Joey seemed to forget the incident, and twisted around in his Papa's grip as he heard familiar voices. Anna tiptoed over to the pair, being careful not to step on any of Joey's toys, before gently stroking the baby's hair and cooing, "Hello there my little angel, and how are you?"

Joey smiled toothlessly and babbled again, giggling as Anna lifted him out of his Papa's arms and bounced him up and down.

"Mom, please don't bounce him, he's just had his dinner!" called out Foggy worriedly, whilst he was saying hello to his Dad.

Anna scoffed as she continued, "O please…I've raised two kids and trust me, this will do him no harm!"

Foggy watched on, only truly breathing once his mother had stopped. "You're lucky Mom, he's thrown up so many times I think I've grown immune to it!"

Matt scowled, "You're lucky you've gotten used to it…I'll never get used to that stench."

Edward smirked as this, "You and me both mate. How do you deal with the diapers?"

Shuddering at the thought, Matt groaned. "With a clothespin usually. We've only just gotten into the habit of using the diaper as a shield against…well you know."

Anna laughed and gestured at her husband with her head, "It took him ages to learn that! Every time he changed Frankie's diaper, he ended up covered in wee!"

Both Edward and Foggy blushed at this, with Foggy coughing slightly to try and change the subject. "So Mom, what's in the bag?"

Anna grinned excitedly, handing Joey back over to Matt and practically diving for the bag in question. "Oh, you are going to love this!"

She reached into the bag and pulled out a red pair of dungarees, with Foggy describing the action to Matt. "Now, I know they're a little big for him at the moment. But think how cute he's going to look!"

Foggy smiled, "That's great Mom…but he has lots of pairs of dungarees. What's special about these ones?"

Anna practically ran over to her son and showed him the hems of the dungarees. Foggy narrowed his eyes, as he saw a faint pattern on them. "Are those…are those justice scales?"

Running his finger over them, Foggy could feel the differences in texture. "You know he won't be able to see them, right Mom?"

Anna rolled her eyes, "Well duh. That's why I made sure they felt different to the rest of the cloth. He can feel them, like on those onesies!"

Matt strode over, Joey still in his arms as he reached over to feel the hems. "I can tell what they are…thank you Anna, I'm sure he'll love them. Won't you Joey?"

Joey giggled as Matt bounced him slightly, making the small group smile at the joyous sound. Foggy gently stroked his son's hair, before glancing at his family. "So, dinner anyone?"

…

6 months later, the family gathered again…this time for a completely different reason. The winter chill that had descended on the city, Joey had caught a cold, which rapidly developed into something a lot more serious. Matt and Foggy rushed him to the hospital when Matt heard problems with his son's breathing.

The Doctors immediately put Joey on a ventilator in the infants ward, and placed him on antibiotics. That was almost two hours ago, and the pair hadn't moved from the ward since. Foggy was watching his son's chest move up and down as the ventilator helped pump oxygen into that tiny body. "He's going to be okay…isn't he?" he asked Matt, tears building up in his eyes.

Matt shrugged tiredly, his hearing primarily focused on Joey's weak but steady heartbeat. "I-I don't know Foggy. The Doctor seemed hopeful that he would be able to clear it…"

"But he's so small Matty…what if he doesn't-"

"He will." Interrupted Matt firmly, "We can't give up on him."

Foggy glanced sadly at his partner, before nodding in agreement. "Yeah…I'm gonna go call my Mom. I'll get a coffee on the way back, do you want anything?"

Matt shook his head and smiled weakly, "Nah…you know I don't like hospital coffee."

Foggy patted him gently on the shoulder, "I know…coffee snob", he teased before heading out of the door.

Once he was sure Foggy had left, Matt took a deep shuddering breath and tried to tune everything out. He hated hospitals. The over-powering smell of death, medicine and cleaning fluids assaulted his senses, making him feel nauseous. Sometimes the only thing he could hear was the beeping of heart monitors and the cries of those who had lost someone close to them.

But he couldn't leave…not with his son just lying there, struggling to breath with every second. Every minute that passed, Matt found himself desperately trying to focus purely on Joey's heartbeat, ignoring the wails of a mourning wife from another ward. "You've got to wake up soon…" he whispered, "…I'm not entirely sure what we'd do without you."

He remained in his seat for what seemed like hours until Foggy made his way back into the room. "I know you don't like the hospital coffee, so I nipped over to the café across the street. Here you go."

Foggy held out the coffee in front of Matt, moving it slightly so that his partner could grab it." Matt smiled gently, "You didn't have to do that you know."

"I know…but I wanted to." Foggy sat down by Matt and sighed as the silent vigil continued. "I've called Mom and Dad…They'll be making their way down tomorrow hopefully."

Matt nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. "Hopefully he'll be a bit better by then…I don't think your Mom will react very well to seeing him like this."

Foggy silently agreed and nudged Matt in the shoulder, "You know, she's your Mom too…well not technically, or that would be creepy…but she's always telling you to call her Mom!"

Matt grinned sheepishly, "I know…I keep forgetting. You know you can go home if you want, get some sleep?"

Foggy flung an arm around Matt's shoulder, "You're family Matt….we're all family, and family sticks together..." He glanced at Joey, "…no matter what."

….

Due to the heavy build-up of snow, Anna and Edward didn't manage to get to the hospital until two days later. Joey was still struggling to breath on his own, but according to the Doctors, he was doing better than expected. Especially for someone as young as Joey.

It was around mid-day when the pair made their way into the room where Joey was being treated. Almost immediately, Anna's face went very pale. "Oh…" she gasped, "…oh, look at him!"

Edward gently helped her to a seat as she collapsed into it, tears just beginning to stream down her face. She glanced at her son, "W-what have the Doctors said?"

Foggy sighed wearily, "They're hopeful….apparently he's responding to the medication they've got him on. All I want is for him to wake up if I'm honest…"

"He has a breathing tube Foggy…" began Matt, "…it's better he's asleep until they take it out. Trust me on this."

Deciding not to pry, Foggy simply nodded. And so the silent vigil continued.

….

Four more days passed, with Foggy and Matt barely sleeping or eating. The breathing tube had been removed almost a day earlier when Joey began to breathe easier and the Doctors decided that his lungs were clear of a large majority of the fluid that had built up previously.

The only problem was that Joey still hadn't woken up just yet, but the Doctor was sure he would very soon. Rubbing his eyes tiredly, Matt found it harder and harder to tune out the sounds and smells of the hospital. Foggy and his parents had nipped out to the café across the street in order to try and sneak some fresh food in, so Matt was keeping watch.

Suddenly, he heard his son's heartbeat change slightly, speeding up as muscles tensed in preparation to move. "Joey?" he whispered.

There was a soft babbling sound, before Joey coughed softly. Matt gently rubbed his hand on his sn's chest in order to try and help him catch his breath, "Ssshhh…" the man whispered soothingly as he heard Joey's breath catch slightly as the child sobbed softly, "…Ssshh, it's okay sweetie. Papa's here…and Daddy's not far. With Nana and Grandpa! They'll be glad to see you…"

Matt's thoughts began to wander as he continued to gently rub his son's chest.

"Pa. Da."

Matt was startled out of these thoughts at the quiet sounds. "W-what did you say?"

"Pa-da, pa-da!"

Matt beamed widely, his grin only getting wider as he heard the faint footsteps of Foggy and his parents make their way up the corridor. "Foggy!" he hissed as the small group entered the room, "Foggy, he's talking!"

Without even asking how Matt knew it was him, Foggy hurried over to the cot and smiled as he saw Joey's eye glancing around as he tried to follow the familiar sounds. "Hey baby, you really scared me! I'm gonna go grey you know!"

"Pa-da!"

Matt heard Foggy's breathing catch and the muscles in his face shift as the man grinned in joy. "Is he saying Papa or Dada?"

"Neither…" interrupted Edward,"…he's saying Pa and Da, just very close together."

Matt heard the sound of Anna hitting her husband around the back of the head, "Well done for spoiling the moment!" she scolded.

Both Matt and Foggy smiled at this as Edward rubbed the back of his head, "I'll go get the Doctor…" he muttered sulkily.

Laughter followed him out of the room.

…

After a further 2 days of lying in that hospital, Joey was finally allowed to leave with the Doctors being given strict news to give him a new course of antibiotics so that whatever was in his system, stayed out of his system.

Once they left the hospital, with Joey heavily wrapped up in full winter gear, Foggy's parents made their way back to the hotel with promises that they would visit tomorrow. The other three caught a taxi back home, with Foggy grinning as Joey continued to make the same noise over and over again.

"Pa-da! Pa-da!"

Foggy grinned and rolled his eyes, "How quickly are we going to get fed up of this?"

Matt smiled, placing his hand on Foggy's knee. "Never…and you know it."