It's a strange feeling, what takes over Jake's heart when he passes the front door at his childhood house and sees his daughter comfortably sitting in his own father's lap, who's apparently trying to teach her how to play the piano.

It's a combination of the same pure bliss that always overwhelms him every time he's with his daughter – especially in a moment like this, when she's all smiles and enthusiasm – mixed with, he has to admit, a little sorrow that comes with the painful thought that in his own time, his father never cared to teach him this.

He didn't even know, until a few years back, when they invited the Santiagos over for Thanksgiving for the first time, that the man had any interest in music.

And, if it already hurt back then, it still stings now.

Truth to be told, he doesn't think he'll ever be completely okay with what his father did, even with his own new family that completes him perfectly.

Roger screwed up, and he screwed up bad.

Don't get him wrong, though – despite their complicated (to say the least) past, Jake's thrilled to see that Roger is doing an effort at being there for his granddaughter. In fact, he's the one who threatened him, before he let him into the hospital room to meet the newborn for the very first time.

He'd known her for a few hours only, but already felt overprotective.

"You're either in or you're out. There's no in-between." Jake stopped his father in front of the door by putting a hand on his chest, warning him. "So, if you pass that door, it means you're in until the end. I don't want to have to tell her one day that her 'Grampa Roger' has left and I don't know when – or if – he'll ever be back. I won't let you ruin her life. She already has three grandfathers who I know will love and cherish her the way she deserves. If you can't offer her the same, I'll have to ask you to leave right now."

It's been a little more than three years since Roger apologized again and made a promise he wouldn't do the same mistakes as he did and, as shows the scene currently happening in front of Jake, he's thankfully keeping it still.

A hand on his shoulder, gently grabbing it, brings Jake out of his wandering thoughts and mixed emotions. When he turns his gaze towards its owner, he meets his wife's, a compassionate look shining in her eyes. He doesn't have to tell for her to get what's going on in his mind, all his conflicted feelings. She already knows, and is the greatest support he could ask.

(His dream girl.)

He offers her a knowing, loving smile that soon replicates upon her own lips.

But, before they can say anything, their daughter, who was so excited about her lesson she didn't even hear her parents coming in until then, finally notices them. It doesn't take long for her to abandon her seat in front of the piano then, and rush in their direction, jumping into her mother's opened arms.

"Mommy! Daddy! You're here!" she exclaims.

She hugs them both while Roger greets them more discreetly, and starts rambling about the afternoon she spent at her grandparents' – she tells them all about the cake Grandma Karen baked for their 4 o'clock snack, the painting they made in the meantime and, finally, the piano lesson with Grampa Roger they interrupted. It's easy to read on her face and in her voice that she's had a great time at her father's family house, and it's really all it takes to make Jake and Amy happy – knowing that their daughter is.

Even more so when she seems to suddenly remember something, something apparently important, as she runs into another room before she comes back just as quickly with something in her hands, hiding it behind her back.

"SURPRISE!" She enthusiastically, and very proudly, offers each of them a drawing she made during the day with her grandmother.

Touched by the thought, after examining the piece of paper for a few seconds, her parents' exchange a knowing look, then put their whole attention back on the little girl, who's not-so-patiently waiting for their reaction to her gift, bouncing on her feet with a huge grin lighting up her small features. Lowering down to her level, Jake wraps his arms around her body, holding back a few tears.

(He tends to get easily emotional, when it comes to his daughter. She's the best thing that has ever happened to him, after all – along with his wife, obviously.

They're his own, chosen, happy family.)

While still hugging her, he gets a glimpse at his father, watching the scene from afar, giving them some space. On instinct, Jake holds the child tighter, before he finally slightly draws away from her so that he can put his eyes back on hers.

"Awww, it's so beautiful, Ananas. Thank you," he tells her, meaning it, which makes said Ana's smile only grow wider, showing her small dimples, something resembling her father's own facial expression.

Behind them, this sweet father-daughter moment makes Amy smile too.

"I love it," he then adds, with just as much sincerity. "And I love you. So much." He softly strokes her curly raven hair – she definitely looks a lot like him.

"I love you too, Daddy," she doesn't waste any second to answer, burying herself into his arms once again, warming his heart.

And, stuck in this embrace, he can't help but think that though he might not have had the best father, he definitely has the best daughter he could have asked for. He already promised after her birth, but promises again, that he'll always do anything in his power to offer her (and her hopefully future siblings) the best life he can – a life full of love and happiness.

A life where she never has to be on her own.