Hi, everyone! here's a REALLY long chapter! Well... not TOO long...

And I wanna dedicate this chapter to 4everyoung10, because it's her birthday! :D

"Daddy!"

Mal opened his eyes one morning to see Olivia standing by the bed, smiling up at him. "Uh oh. What are you up to?"

"Nuffin'." She reached her arms to him, and he lifted her onto the bed beside him. She hugged him tightly. "Surpwise!"

"Surprise?"

"Yes!" She grabbed his hand. "Kitchen." Mal followed her, and she led him into the kitchen. Olivia grabbed something and hid it behind her back.

"Olivia made that just for you. She wanted you to have something special for Father's day," Natara commented, sitting down at the table. Olivia grinned ear to ear as she handed him a mug with her handprints in red paint.

"Made it!" she said excitedly. "Wike it?"

"I sure do." Mal pulled her into his lap. "I'll drink my coffee in it."

"No!" she protested. "Milk."

"But I don't like milk."

Olivia shrugged and pouted. "Milk." With a sigh, Mal started to pour milk into the mug. A small amount splashed onto the counter.

Natara looked at him, tears springing to her eyes. "Mal! Clean it up!"

"Jeez. Those pregnancy hormones kicked in fast."

Natara glared. "I paid for that milk, Mal. That's my money you splattered all over the counter!"

"Alright, don't choke me." He grabbed a paper towel and wiped it up. "Happy?"

"Yes," she murmured.

Olivia stared at her parents blankly and slowly put a piece of cereal in her mouth. When she saw the milk in Mal's mug, she clapped her hands. "Good Daddy."

"That was mean, but you're still being too nice. You want something, don't you?"

She nodded. "Candy!"

"I should've known. You don't always get candy from me."

"Always," she sassed. She looked up at Natara and pointed at Mal. "Always!"

"Shh! That was a secret!" Mal shushed.

"Sorwy." Olivia shrugged. "Bad Daddy. Bad bad."

"Bad Daddy is right," Natara agreed. Olivia snickered and hugged Mal's neck. "Who would have thought that big tough Mal Fallon would have a baby girl and another child on the way?"

"God help us if this next one is as spoiled rotten as she is."

"And who is to blame for that?" Natara questioned. Mal shrugged nonchalantly.

"Don't deny it, Nat. I know for a fact that you're almost as bad as I am."

"Am not!" Natara argued. "At least I set limits. Besides, she always pulls that little hugging trick that I know you taught her."

"Hey, I did not teach her. She just used me to test it out."

"You encouraged it," she accused.

"You think I want my wallet to be empty because she's conniving?"

Natara rolled her eyes. "Anyway, Olivia," she asked, changing the subject. "Do you want a brother or a sister?"

"A puppy," she answered, climbing off of Mal's lap.

"We'll see," Natara responded.

"See? I told you that you spoiled her, too."

Natara gave him a cross look. "Just be quiet."

"I don't know if I could handle another woman bullying me."

"Oh, you poor neglected man." Natara kissed him on the cheek and squeezed his bicep. She watched as Olivia sprawled in the living room floor with her stuffed rabbit. "What do you want to do today?"

"Well," he began. "I thought I'd take her to see Dad. I mean, it's been a while since I did anything for him. He may never get out of jail, but I guess it could be his gift from me."

Natara thought it over. "That sounds good. Just try not to stop by the store to buy her candy." She stood up. "C'mon, Olivia! You need a bath."

"No!" Olivia protested, hiding behind the couch. Natara scooped her up, and Olivia watched over her shoulder. "Daddy! Help!"

"Sorry. You can't live your life without bathing."

After much wrestling, Natara managed to bathe Olivia. As soon as she was dry, the toddler ran into her room. "No cwothes!" Natara quickly grabbed her while Mal opened the dresser.

"Wear your Daddy's Girl shirt," Mal said.

Olivia seemed to consider it before shaking her head. "Nope."

"What? You always wanna wear it!" Mal tried to slip it on over her head, but she wriggled away. "If you wear it, I'll get you something later."

Olivia immediately gave in. "Otay."

"Didn't we just discuss this, Mal?" Natara asked as she ran a comb through Olivia's dark brown hair. To Olivia's dismay, she grabbed a bow and fastened it.

"Yuck," Olivia pouted, pulling away and grabbing Mal's jeans leg. "Bye, Mommy!"

"You be good for Daddy, okay?"

"No."

"Yeah, that's gonna happen," Mal scoffed, picking Olivia up and kissing Natara. "We'll be back later. Love you."

"Love you, too. Just stop making me hormonal!"

Mal chuckled and carried Olivia to the car, strapping her in her carseat. "Mommy's gonna be a little out there for the next six months, Olivia."

"You fault?"

"You too? Come on!" he grumbled as he started the car. Olivia giggled and pointed at the radio.

"Music!" she demanded. Mal turned it on, and Olivia immediately started bobbing her head to the rock music.

"You never answered us. Do you want a brother or sister? You gotta choose one of those, not a puppy."

Olivia thought for a moment. "Sister."

"Why? So you and Mommy can teach her to push my buttons?"

"Yes." Olivia tapped her fingers on the armrest of her carseat before she picked up a small box of crayons and dumped them out calmly. "Oops."

"Yeah, sure." Mal parked in the parking lot of San Quentin Maximum Security Prison. "This may be a little scary, and you've gotta stay with me. Alright?"

"Maybe."

"Good, I guess." Mal unstrapped her carseat and lifted her out. "Remember, if your grandpa asks, I'm the cool one."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She eyed her surroundings as they entered the building. Mal flashed his badge at the security officer, who nodded and motioned them through the scanner.

When they made their way down the corridor, Jacob Fallon looked up with surprise. "About time you came by."

Mal scowled and sat on the other side of the glass, Olivia perching on his knee. "I just thought I'd bring her by. You know... as a present..."

Jacob couldn't help but smile at his granddaughter. "She's getting big."

"She's getting mean. I don't have any peace, do I, Olivia?"

"Do too," she insisted, shaking her head in disapproval. "I nice."

Mal snorted. "Sure. Now why don't you talk about the kite and water guns he gave you?"

Olivia nodded excitedly. "Fun!"

Jacob grinned. "Glad you liked 'em."

"We're working on the kite, and I'm sure some day she'll hold me hostage with one of the water guns."

Olivia lit up, and Mal mentally kicked himself. "Olivia, tell him what you're gonna get."

"Candy."

"Nope."

"Puppy."

"What am I, a giant fluffy stuffed bear? Remember? Mommy and I told you."

"...Kitty?"

Mal sighed and whispered in her ear, and she nodded understandingly. "New baby!"

"You think you'll like your brother or sister?" Jacob asked.

"Nope," Olivia responded. "No, no."

"She's just saying that because she doesn't want to share my near-empty wallet with a sibling."

Olivia glared at him. "No share hugs."

"You're just gonna let your poor brother or sister go without me hugging them? I bet Mommy and I are gonna have to hug them."

"No!" she insisted.

"Then who will?"

Olivia pursed her lips. "Ken."

"Somehow I doubt Ken's gonna come to our house every time the kid needs a hug."

The toddler threw her hands in the air in exasperation. "Kai!"

Mal blinked. "...No."

"Daddy's silwy," Olivia sighed.

Mal arched a brow. "You think I'm silly? Where did that come from?"

"Uh huh!" she laughed. "You cuddwy."

"C'mon, there's no need to tell our secrets," he whispered. He looked up. "I doubt I was this mean when I was a baby."

"Actually, son, she's a lot like you were. Mean sometimes, sweet when least expected. Your mom always said you were giggly and cuddly as could be, but you thought it was amazing to mess with me. Sometimes I thought about mailing you to another country."

"Now that's just harsh. Compared to this one, I bet I was an angel."

"Either way, sometimes you'd do something your mom would spank you for, but you knew I'd let you slide. Then you'd just giggle and act like it never happened."

Mal felt his cheeks burn. "I try not to picture myself giggling."

Olivia was greatly amused by hearing about her daddy's childhood. "Daddy mean?"

"Oh, you bet he was mean! Sometimes I thought he was the devil himself. But every now and then he wanted to be a little teddy bear."

Olivia laughed so hard she nearly fell off of Mal's lap. "He my teddy!"

Jacob grinned. "I bet he is."

"Mommy bang Daddy," Olivia added, more loudly than she needed to.

"Olivia! Where did you hear that?" Mal shushed, glaring at his father for smiling in amusement.

"Kai."

"I should've known," he muttered. "Remind me to chew him out." He glanced at the clock on the wall. "We'd better go, squirt."

Olivia groaned in protest. "Don' wanna," she whined. "Havin' funs."

"I bet you are. Dad, you know she'll go home and tell Natara all of this, and they'll spend the rest of the week taunting me?"

"Just doing my job!" Jacob retorted casually. Mal scowled and stood up. "Mal... thanks for bringing her."

Mal shrugged. "I just figured I'd do something. Happy Father's Day."

Jacob nodded. "To you, too." He had never thought he'd see the day when his son became a father. But as he watched Mal interact with Olivia, he felt pride fill him.

"Bye!" Olivia called over Mal's shoulder. "Be good!

Jacob chuckled. "No promises."