It was a rainy Saturday night but we managed to arrive home safely. We've been in the hospital for four days but I was glad to be home to my TV, my beer and most importantly, my brand new son. Marge unlocked the key to the apartment and I slowly walked in with Bart in my arms. He was sound asleep. His soft breathing against my heart was the most precious moment in my life.

"Welcome Home Bart!" I whispered "this is where you could grow up and play" I walked over to the couch and sat down this finally happened. We have a child of our very own and we did so much to have this little boy in our lives "I'm so glad to be home!" Marge said walking over to be playing with my hair I loved when she did that it made me feel good about myself

"he's beautiful Marge" I said kissing his forehead "I love him more than anything" "don't forget about the woman who had to push him out" Marge said jokingly. I kissed her on the cheek "I will always love you too"

"Well I'm still tired from the delivery I'm gonna go to bed" Marge said. I don't blame for a woman who was in labor for hours must be very tired she did look like she need her rest anyways "ok goodnight my love" I said to her "goodnight Homer" she said exhausted yep she was THAT tired.

Once again, the room was quiet so I decide to turn on the tv and grab a beer. I turned on the TV when I turned it on the TV was so loud I was worried that Marge would come in and start yelling at me or Bart would start crying I was in such a hurry to find the remote but I found it on the floor clumsy me forgot where it was. I turned off the TV just to focus on Bart. I couldn't believe how he managed to sleep through all that.

I got up and walked to our bedroom to see Marge sound asleep I am surprised she hasn't heard that ruckus I accidentally made. I headed towards Bart's nursery which me and Marge both put together I thought that was a fun day we immediately did the nursery when we found out we were having a boy and now he finally arrived.

I sat down in the rocking chair next to his crib and rocked quietly as I looked down at his somehow mischievous smile . I found a photo album next to a little white table and I picked it up and started going through pictures of me as a kid.

I had a very rough childhood because my mom left me at such a young age and my dad barely knew how to raise a kid and many people thought I wouldn't handle raising a child but I'm gonna show those people that I DO and KNOW how to raise a kid despite how I was raised.

Bart started to get a little fussy I didn't know what he wanted so it's up to new dad Homer to think of something.

"What's the matter Bart?" I asked getting out of the rocking chair there was loud crash of thunder outside so I guess that made it a lot worse. Bart was screaming a lot louder I was panicking I didn't know what to do. Those people were right I don't know what to do with my own son.

"Are you hungry? Cause I can make you a bottle!" I quickly asked I slowly walked into the kitchen trying not to drop Bart. I found a baby bottle and some milk in the refrigerator I poured the milk in the bottle and I put it in the microwave.

My ears were starting to hurt because Bart was screaming in my ear "I'm almost done" I grumbled.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

"Oh thank god" I cheered I took the bottle and went into the living room to feed Bart I checked the time on my phone 1:30. "How is it already 1:30?" I asked my self. That kid must've been so hungry "You're really just like me Bart in so many ways!" I laughed. Once he was finished, he looked me in the eyes and reached for my thumb and grabbed it and put it in his mouth.

"Oh Bart!" I laughed and carried him to bed and laid him down in his crib. "Goodnight Bart" I whispered and shut the door. I walked to the living room and looked out the window. This would take some getting used to and I know everything will be just fine.