He drew in a deep breath and brought the full spoon to Gracie's mouth. She opened it immediately, eager to fill her stomach with whatever was presented to her, and stopped crying. Her cheeks were laced with tiny streams of tears and red had tainted her porcelain complexion. Karen took in the sight of her round face, her lively eyes. She had thought about having children more than once, but she had decided maybe it wasn't meant to be. She was a murderer. She couldn't just brush it off and forget about it. Wesley's eyes were more alive than ever, always haunting her nights, slashing through her soul. She had too many secrets, she carried too many sins to share somebody's life and give birth. Matt deserved someone with a clean slate.

She sighed and left the couch, figuring there was no use thinking of such depressing things. Matt was clearly handling the situation very well, despite his panic attack earlier. She grabbed the ingredients she had bought and started cooking.

"You alright there?" she asked while cutting the onions.

"Yeah," he answered, "I'm just afraid she'll devour my fingers next."

She scoffed and shook her head. Thirty minutes later, the dish was in the oven. She passed a hand on her forehead and joined Matt on the couch.

"It'll be ready in about forty five minutes," she said.

"Smells good. Lasagna?"

Karen's jaw dropped. "How do you..."

He would never learn to keep his mouth shut. "I, hum, favorite food," he stammered, "used to the smell." He could feel her look of disbelief. "She ate it all," he added, trying to change the subject.

"Good girl!" Karen cheered.

"Aren't babies supposed to burp or something...?" Matt inquired as the little girl babbled in his arms.

"Yeah, I guess so. Give her to me, you've been taking care of her for hours."

Matt shrugged. "Oh I don't mind." He made a face and handed the baby to Karen nonetheless. "But I'm pretty sure my bladder's gonna explode," he added, "so..."

"Yeah, give her to me, right now." The baby landed safely into her arms and she grinned. "How is it going, Gracie? Hey!" She was probably looking silly, as all people do when they're playing with a baby, but Matt was in the bathroom. She was lifting the baby up in the air and smiling at her, when an ominous sound made her freeze. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" she yelled, but Gracie couldn't stop giggling.

Matt rushed to the living room, worry marring his face. "What? Karen? What happened? Are you alright?"

"She didn't burp, she threw up all over me!" she growled, earning a snort from Matt's part. "Don't laugh! This is my only shirt!"

Matt smiled at the annoyance in her voice. He didn't want to make it worse. "Okay, okay," he said, "calm down, I'll lend you one of my shirts."

"Again," Karen chuckled as she put the baby down in the baby bouncer.

"Again. It's becoming a habit, Miss Page," Matt teased. He extended a hand to her. "Give it to me, I'll wash it."

Karen shook her head vehemently. "No, no I'll do it..."

He stood his ground. "You've done enough, Karen. My apartment, my rules. Take it off."

If he only knew the countless times she had imagined him telling her those exact same words. She blushed and was happy he couldn't see her. "Yes, boss," she quipped.

She unbuttoned her shirt and took it off, her eyes never leaving Matt's face. He had remained impassive, but the whole thing was very awkward. He gulped when he heard the fabric slipping down her arms. Knowing she was in her underwear felt worse than actually seeing it. When she put her shirt in his hand, he almost sighed in relief. "You can grab a shirt from my closet," he said, trying to keep a steady voice. "In the meantime, I'll wash yours."

"Thanks," she said, and she headed to his bedroom.

Matt washed Karen's shirt and wished he hadn't insisted on doing it. The smell was atrocious. Being Daredevil was not always fun, especially when it came to foul odors. "Bad girl, Gracie, bad girl," he told the baby. Karen came back a couple of minutes later as he was hanging her shirt.

All of a sudden, another smell came tickling Matt's nostrils. He winced in disgust. "Hum, Karen?" he said.

"Yeah?"

"Can you smell that as well?"

Karen closed her eyes and joined her hands together. "Kill me already," she whimpered, "the dreaded moment has fallen upon us."

"Have you ever...?"

"No," she quickly replied.

Matt inhaled deeply and felt like falling to his knees and ask for mercy. "Okay," he let out. "We'll do it together, then."

Two persons to change one single diaper, what a joke. Rookies, she thought. She was grateful she wasn't alone with Gracie. "I'm almost regretting Fisk," she chuckled. "Let's lay her down on the couch. I'll wipe her, you'll put the diaper on. I'll guide you."

"Copy that," Matt answered as he positioned the baby on the couch.

"Alright, let's do this." Remember how they do this on T.V., she thought. She drew in a deep breath and unfastened the tabs. "Yeah, that's definitely poop," she whined. She held her breath and pulled down the front half of the diaper and used it to wipe the baby's bottom. She then folded the diaper in half under Gracie, used a few wipes and sighed heavily. "I'm done, your turn, daddy," she said as she passed her hand on her forehead and got up from the couch.

Matt looked very focused on his task. He grabbed a clean diaper and paused for a few seconds, visibly unsure about the next step.

"You should lift her legs a little, and then place the diaper under her," Karen said.

He nodded and did so. Then, pulled the front half on her belly and fastened the tabs. "Does it look okay?" he inquired.

Karen tilted her head to the side. "Yeah," she answered, "kinda."

"Kinda?" he repeated.

She took the dirty diaper with caution and disgust. "It looks fine, Matt," she reassured him.

Silence stretched between the three of them for a few seconds. "So, what should we do with her now?" Matt finally inquired.

Karen tucked her hair behind her ears. "Yeah, right, hum, put her in the baby bouncer for now. Time to eat!"

Her order was received with a sigh of relief. "Ugh, I'm starving," Matt admitted as he lay down Gracie in her baby bouncer.

She scoffed, the smell of Gracie's dirty diaper still hanging in the air. "Glad to see you found that episode appetizing," she deadpanned.

He shrugged. "It wasn't that bad. But the smell..."

"I know, it's the worst," she laughed.