The next morning, Tony went to his mother's room to see if she was awake. He found Samantha, sitting up in bed, looking at something. "Hey," Tony whispered, "you hungry?"

"A little, but I think I'll wait for nana."

"What are you looking at?"

"Nana needed a heating pad out of her suitcase last night. I found this and she said I could look at it. I fell asleep before finishing."

Tony walked over, "what is this?"

"A scrapbook," Samantha said.

"Wait, is that me?"

"Yeah, there's all kinds of newspaper clippings, your baseball card, and even photographs of you in here."

Tony sat on the edge of the bed as he flipped through the book. "I can't believe this."

Della rolled over, "believe what?" she groaned.

"Sorry, I was trying to not wake you."

"You didn't," she said. Della woke up a bit more and realized what they were looking at. "Your father made that."

"What?"

"Well, I helped some, but he did most of it. My handwriting is better so I wrote the captions."

"Where did you get the photographs?"

"We took them."

"You went to my games?"

"Whenever you were in Los Angeles."

"I can't believe this."

"We'd watch on television all the other times."

"I thought that pop hated that I was in baseball."

"He never hated that. He just worried that you would get hurt and lose yourself. Your father had a calling to be a lawyer. He knew that if he couldn't practice anymore, he'd become depressed and lose himself. He understood how important baseball was to you. Tony, your father was so proud of your success. He felt terrible when you had to quit. It broke his heart and mine."

"So, pop was proud of me," Tony looked at his mother.

Della smiled knowing what he wanted, "we both were. We still are. You are a wonderful father and you made this big decision to give your daughter a better life. Most men would have scoffed at the idea of being a housekeeper. Not you," she said.

"I really owe pop an apology."

"Just pop?" she teased.

"I'm sorry, mom. I really am."

"I know, and I forgive you."

"Awe," Samantha said, "this is so sweet."

Della and Tony both chuckled. Yes, things were looking up.

A little bit later, Samantha walked downstairs and found everyone in the living room. "Where's nana?" Tony asked.

"She's a bit sore, so she's going to stay in bed. I told her we'd check on her," Samantha said.

"What's in your hand?"

Samantha showed her father a videotape, "I found this with the scrapbook. Nana doesn't know, but it has your name on it."

"Nana doesn't know?"

"Well, I doubt she knows it exists. The handwriting is grandpa's."

"How do you know?"

"Well, it's different from the writing in the book. If nana wrote the captions, then maybe grandpa wrote your name on this?"

Tony took the tape, "I mean, it does have my name on it." He put the tape in and everyone sat there while he hit play. The camera showed Perry's office, then a young woman walked into view.

"Is that nana?" Samantha asked in shock.

Tony paused the video. "I've never seen pictures of her when she was younger. It does look like her," Tony said before hitting play again.

Perry walked into view, "wow, he's so handsome," Samantha said.

"Are you going to tell me why you insisted I set the camera up?"

"Well, I have a surprise for you and I think we're going to want to remember this moment."

Della handed Perry a gift bag. He pulled out a coffee mug, "'world's greatest dad'. Della, why...?" He looked at his wife in shock. Perry put the mug down on the desk, "are you?" Della had a big smile on her face. "Darling," Perry lifted his wife and swung her around, "this is incredible. I didn't expect it to happen so soon."

"Neither did I," Della said.

"Are you alright? Do you feel okay?"

"Yes, Perry, I feel fine. Great, really," she said as her husband pulled her into another hug and a passionate kiss.

Tony paused the tape, "it's just like she said."

"It's so romantic," Sam added.

"Tony, let's see what else is on here," Angela said. Tony hit play. The scene changed to a living room. It showed a visibly pregnant Della. She was sitting on the couch with her feet up.

"Perry, what are you doing?" Della asked a bit irritated.

The camera got closer to her belly, "I have to record this. It's amazing," he said.

"Perry, I look like a whale."

"You look beautiful." Suddenly, Della's belly began to move, "look at that. It's like the baby knows to act for the camera."

The next scene was dark, but it was clearly a bedroom. The light was turned on.

"Della, come on, darling. Let's get you settled," Perry was heard saying off-camera.

Perry helped his wife over to the blanket he had placed on the floor against the wall. "Perry, do we really have to record this," Della said in pain.

"Yes, this is the birth of our child." Perry and Della came into view and the man helped his wife lower herself to the floor.

"I can't believe the baby's a week early." Della cried out in pain when another contraction hit. "Where is that ambulance?"

"I don't know. The storm is probably slowing them down."

"Perry, I can't wait for them. I have to push."

"Okay," Perry sat at his wife's feet as she pushed. It took five minutes for a cry to be heard, "it's a boy," Perry said happily. He wiped the baby off a bit and wrapped him in a blanket before handing him to Della. He gave his wife a kiss on the top of her head, "you did great. You're amazing," he said.

"We have a son," Della said emotionally, "we have a son."

"Welcome to the world, Anthony," Perry said before the camera turned off.

Tony paused the video so everyone could collect themselves, "wow," Samantha said.

"Your mother and I had a similar reaction when you were born," Tony smiled before hitting play again.

The scene was the same living room from earlier. A cry could be heard. Suddenly, Della was seen pacing in front of the cradle. "I don't know what to do," she said in a panicked voice. She knelt by the cradle, "I've fed you, changed you, burped you," Della cried. "What do you want from me?!" The woman quickly stood, "no," she said as she ran out of the frame. She reentered the frame just as quickly as she had left. "I'm so sorry," she said through tears as she backed up against the wall. "I'm a terrible mother. I can't do this," Della slid to the floor and pulled her knees to her chest, "you'd both be better off without me." Della wrapped her arms around her legs and put her head on her knees as she cried.

Tony paused the tape, "she was so lost. I've never seen her like that."

"Oh, Tony," Angela said with tears in her eyes.

Tony hit play. The next scene was also in the living room, but there was another woman there. Della was on the floor, changing the baby. "Tony, who's that?" Mona asked.

"My paternal grandmother," he said.

"You're doing it all wrong," Paula said.

"This is how I've always done it," Della said.

"Well, it's wrong."

"With all due respect, I think I know how to care for my baby."

"Do you? Then why is he still crying?"

"He's teething," Della said.

"Then get him something to soothe him."

"I can't do that while I'm changing him."

"Of course, my idiot son would marry a woman who turned out to be a bad mother. If you don't become a better mother, I'll make it so that you never see your son again."

The woman walked out of the frame and Della stood there in shock. She picked up her son and left the frame. When they returned, she had given him something for his tooth. "I thought I was doing better," she said softly. Tears started to fall and the baby wiped his hand on his mother's cheek. Della smiled, "my sweet boy, I don't know how much longer I'll be in your life, but I want you to know that I love you more than anything. I just wish I could feel better. You're the best thing I've ever done. Too bad I'm the worst thing to happen to you." The picture faded out.

Perry came on the screen, "Tony, I put this together so that you could better understand what had happened. Before you and your mother came home from the hospital, I set hidden cameras up for security and to capture your milestones. Between my mother and the depression, your mother didn't stand a chance. You can hate me for the rest of your life, but please, don't hate your mother."

The tape ended and everyone sat there for a moment in silence. Tony stood and walked up the stairs. He went right to the room his mother was in. Della was sitting up in bed when her son barged in and threw his arms around her. "Not that I'm ungrateful, but what's this for?" she asked. Della could tell her son was crying, "hey, what's wrong?"

Tony pulled back and looked at his mother, "I love you so much and I'm so sorry for what you had to go through."

"You said all of that yesterday."

"Yes, but that was before I saw what you went through."

"What are you talking about?"

"I guess pop used the footage from the hidden cameras at the house to show me what happened. To help me understand. He told me I could hate him forever, but to not hate you."

"What did you see?" Della asked nervously.

"When you told pop you were pregnant. Me moving around in your belly," Tony smiled when Della rolled her eyes. "My birth," he continued, "nothing graphic. One time when I was crying and you couldn't get me to stop. You just slid to the floor and cried. The last one was of Paula threatening you."

"Are you the only one who saw all of that?"

Tony had a guilty look on his face, "no," he said, "they wanted to stay and support me."

Della sighed, "well, I guess it's now or never." She moved to get out of bed and Tony helped her up. The two made their way down the stairs. When Samantha saw them, she ran to hug her grandmother. Everyone else followed, "so, now you all know."

"Della, don't be embarrassed," Angela said.

"Yeah, a lot of women go through that. They just don't all have the misfortune of having the mother-in-law from hell," Mona added.

"Thank you," Della said.

Tony wrapped an arm around his mother, "why don't you all go sit and I'll make some lunch? Oh, and mom, you weren't the worst thing to ever happen to me."

Della smiled and hugged her son tightly. He left to fix lunch and she took a seat on the couch. Samantha and Jonathan were quick to switch the subject. They could tell that Della needed to talk about something else. In many ways, she was relieved that it was all out in the open.