Piercing screams woke Michael from his dreamless slumber. Instantly alert, he sat up, his arm already frantically searching for a warm body beside him. A hand grasped his arm and Sara's tired voice reached his ears.

"Michael, relax, it's just Justin."

Oh. Michael could feel his heartbeat slowing down as the realization sunk in. Of course the screaming was coming from their son, who was probably hungry or restless. His face turned red in embarrassment, not that Sara could see in the darkness. She was rubbing his back, a motion she knew would help him calm down. Justin was still crying and Michael stood up to check on him.

"Keep my side of the bed warm?" he said, trying to lighten the mood as he walked towards the door.

"Sure thing," Sara yawned, happily burying herself back into the comfortable sheets.

Michael smiled too, following the sounds of the crying to the next room. He flicked on the lights, blinking at the sudden brightness as his eyes tried to focus on the crib. Standing with his pudgy hands holding the crib for support, the two-and-a-half month old was watching his father with tears streaming down his face as he continued to wail.

"Hey buddy," Michael cooed, reaching for the infant. Justin immediately raised his hands towards his father, almost falling over from the lack of support but Michael caught him easily, lifting him into his arms. "Shhhh. It's okay, daddy's here? What happened?" Justin started to quiet down, watching Michael with a concentrated look on his face, as though trying to understand what his father was saying. Sara called that his "Michael face" for obvious reasons.

After a moment, he stopped crying and relaxed, his eyes closing as Michael rocked him in his arms. A few minutes of this and Justin was asleep. Michael gently placed him back into his crib, slowly removing his hand from under the tiny head when Justin's eyes opened once more and his face twisted, a clear sign that he was about to cry again. Michael quickly picked him up again and began rocking him once more, quietly talking to Justin until his features relaxed into a calm sleepiness. Smiling, Michael watched as Justin once more drifted off to sleep and, when he was sure it was safe, Michael proceeded to put him back in the crip. Slowly, he very gently placed him back in the crib and started for the door.

Michael's finger was just on the light switch when he heard whimpering. Turning around, he walked back to the crib where, sure enough, Justin was staring up at him, his eyes watering as his whimpers turned into cries.

"Alright buddy, it looks like you win this time," Michael said, lifting the weightless baby into his arms and heading for the door. Flicking off the lights, he headed into his bedroom. Turning on his bedside lamp, he heard Sara groan at the sudden light.

"Sorry, but we have a visitor," Michael said, and Sara's head poked out of the duvet she was hiding under to see who dared disturb her sleep. When Justin saw his mother, albeit completely disoriented, he smiled and gurgled, holding his arms out.

"Come here," Sara said, taking him from Michael's outstretched hands and pulling him into her arms. Michael climbed into bed next to them and turned off the lamp, settling in as he listened to his wife cooing at their son.

"Someone wants to sleep with his mommy and daddy tonight. Isn't that right, sweetie?" Sara said, tickling Justin's little belly. The infant screamed in glee, his giggles ringing in the air.

Michael smiled, "Alright you too, i think it's a little too late to be partying, don't you?"

Sara laughed. "Party pooper."

Michael chuckled, pulling Justin into his arms, settling the little boy into bed. He then reached for Sara and pulled her closer as well, the two of them cocooning their son in their warm embrace. "Goodnight," he said, yawning.

Sara's "Goodnight," was the last thing he heard before he drifted off.

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