Alright, so I know that some people have read the beginning of this series before, but I thought that it needed a re-write, with new chapters and storylines ?

So please read, review and enjoy.

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Turn your wounds into wisdom.

Yes, it was an Oprah Winfrey quote, but Matt felt like it was appropriate at that time. He winced as the dull ache from his latest wounds made themselves known.

The fact that Foggy had poked and prodded at them when he first came home probably didn't help.

Focusing his hearing on the cot that was beside their shared bed, he could hear the faint snuffling and breathing of their 6-month-old, Joseph. The heartbeat was steady, unconsciously syncing up with Foggy's as the morning sun started to peek through the bedroom window.

At the slight heat, Joey's heartbeat sped up slightly, indicating that he was seconds away from waking up. Wanting to stop any fussing before it even began, Matt slowly (so as not to wake Foggy) got out of bed, wincing as his ribs ached, and headed to the cot.

Matt winced as the dull ache from his latest wounds made themselves known. Thankfully, it was only bruises and he hadn't been out late, so Foggy wasn't too suspicious when he came home. Focusing his hearing on the cot that was by their shared bed, he could hear the faint snuffling and breathing of their baby boy, Joseph.

The heartbeat was steady, causing Matt to smile as he noticed how it synced up with Foggy's unconsciously. As he felt the slight heat of the sun through the bedroom window, Joey's heartbeat sped up slightly, which alerted Matt to the fact that the baby was waking up. Taking care not to wake Foggy, Matt slowly got out of bed, wincing more as his ribs ached.

He walked over to the cot, just as Joey's heartbeat indicated that he was now awake. "Hey baby boy…" greeted Matt, grinning as he heard the muscles in his son's face shift, indicating that he was smiling at the familiar voice, "…are you in a cheerful mood this morning?!"

"That makes one of us…" grumbled Foggy's voice from behind him, causing Matt to grin even wider as he felt gentle arms hug him from behind, "…aww, he's smiling!"

The pure excitement in his partner's voice could have made Matt's entire week. As Joey began to make displeased sounds, Foggy headed into the kitchen, muttering about heating up a bottle for the kid and preparing them breakfast.

Matt gently lifted his son out of the cot and, making sure to take Joey's teddy with them, he supported the baby in one hand and carefully made his way to the kitchen. Nothing in the apartment was ever moved, so Matt knew exactly where everything was at all times, meaning that he could leave his stick in the hallway.

Once in the kitchen, Matt made his way to Joey's highchair and quickly strapped the baby in. At first, Joey began to fuss, but once he had his trusted teddy bear (Jack) in his hands, Joey cheered up. The milk was quickly heated up and whilst Foggy was buttering up the toast, Matt helped his son have his breakfast.

"Oh Matt?"

Matt glanced up as he heard a plate placed in front of him and Foggy pull up a chair opposite him.

"You do remember that my parents are coming today right?"

"How could I forget?" Matt chuckled, "Your mum's been calling us every other day to remind us!"

"Hmmm, you'd think we were completely incompetent."

Matt smirked at this, "Well, I know one of us isn't." he teased, good-naturedly.

He could practically hear Foggy rolling his eyes as the man started to coo at their son, "Your Papa is so mean to me sometimes!"

Joey just squealed in delight, slapping his hands against the highchair table as Foggy chuckled happily, "See Matt, he agrees with me!"

Grinning as they all finished their breakfast, Matt let Foggy drag him into the bedroom so that they could get changed and attempt to wrestle Joey into some day-to-day clothes (and for a 6-month-old, he didn't half wriggle and writhe).

Once that was all done (and Joey was sulking slightly), they all made their way back into the living room where Joey was placed in his playpen.

"Yay paperwork…" Foggy grumbled, "… when can we set up our own law office again?"

"Not soon enough… we need to either break away from Landman and Zack or get a sugar daddy."

At the familiar word, Joey cocked his head to one side, indicating that he was listening to the conversation, his hands grasping at his favourite toys, the Octotunes Musical Toy and the Tinkle Crinkle Rattle toy, shaped like a caterpillar.

Noisy toys that made lot of musical sounds.

"Look at that…" Foggy gestured at their son and beamed, "… He recognises that word. I'm telling you Matty, he'll be saying Daddy before the month is out."

"He's not even seven months old yet Foggy, I think it'll be a while."

They spent the next few hours in relative silence, only breaking it to change Joey's diaper, give him another fee or put him down for a quick nap.

Three o'clock came around much quicker than what they expected, and the three were startled by a knock on the door. Thankfully, it was just quiet enough not to bother Joey, who turned his attention back to his toys as Foggy made his way to the door.

Almost as soon as he opened it, his mother burst through it, her arms outstretched for a hug.

"Frankie!" she cried, wrapping him up in her arms and ignoring her son's petulant mutters about being called 'Foggy'.

Unfortunately, the sudden noise of Anna Nelson shouting, caused Joey to burst into tears, sobbing loudly, leading to Matt dropping down onto the floor next to him in an attempt to soothe him.

Anna looked like she was about to cry herself as Mat eased himself to his feet, rocking back and forth as Joey's cries quietened down in sniffs and almost silent snuffles. "I'm so sorry…" she whispered, "… I completely forgot, I- "

"- Mom, mom…" Foggy interrupted, shaking his head and gently taking her hand, "… don't worry about it, you just made him jump slightly. Look, he's calming down right now."

Matt nodded in agreement, wanting to reassure Anna that everything was alright, especially as Joey appeared to have forgotten entirely about the incident. He could feel his son wriggling and twisting around in his grip, clearly recognising the familiar voices.

"Hello there, my little angel…" he heard Anna coo, as she walked closer and lifted Joey into her arms, "… and how are you?"

Definitely recognising the voice of his grandma, Joey beamed toothlessly and babbled eagerly, giggling as Anna started to bounce him up and down.

"Mom, please don't bounce him, he's just had his dinner!"

"Oh please..." Anna scoffed, "… I've raised a brood and trust me, this will do him no harm."

Foggy watched on, on truly relaxing when his Mother stopped. "Lucky… He's thrown up so much I think I'm immune to it."

"You're lucky…" Matt scowled, "… I don't think I'll ever get used to that smell."

Edward Nelson chuckled at this, lifting Joey into his own arms. "Clothespins. Trust me, they make all the difference in the world."

"Not with Matt, his sense of smell is… something else." Foggy patted Matt apologetically on the shoulder, his voice full of sympathy, "We've figured out that we had to use the diaper as a shield fairly early on."

Laughing and gesturing at her husband, Anna shook her head. "It took him ages to learn that. Every time he changed Frankie's diaper, he ended up covered in wee!"

Both Edward and Foggy blushed at this, with Foggy quickly clearing his throat and attempting to change the situation. "What's in the bag Mom? Brain bleach maybe?"

Anna was successfully distracted and beamed in excitement, practically diving for the bag in question. "Oh, you are going to love this!"

She reached into the bag and pulled out a red pair of dungarees, handing them over to Matt quickly.

"Now, I know they're a little big for him at the moment, but think how cute he's going to look!"

Foggy smiled at his Mother's enthusiasm, "That's great Mom… but he had loads of dungarees, what's special about these ones?"

Running his fingers over the soft fabric of the dungarees, Matt quickly realised why these ones were so unique, "Are these… justice scales?"

"Justice scales…" Foggy ran his own fingers over the hems of the dungarees, "… you know he won't be able to see these, right?"

Anna rolled her eyes, "Well duh. That's why I made sure they felt different to the rest of the cloth. He can feel them, like what Matt's doing!"

"Well…" Matt sent a smile in the direction of Anna, "… I'm sure he'll love them, thank you Anna."

"See Foggy, Matt knows how to be grateful."

Matt could practically hear Foggy's eyes rolling at this, as the shorter man leaned closer.

"See, I told you you were her favourite."

As Matt chuckled fondly, he could hear Joey laughing along as well, laughing just because his Dad was.

"Alright, alright…" Foggy groaned, "… enough with the cuteness already! Mother, I would have cooked, but I forgot… Chinese anyone?"