When Michael had gotten the call from Sara that she was at the hospital in labor, he dropped everything at work and left. Barely bothering to acknowledge the secretary in the lobby, he simply said that there was a family emergency that he had to leave for. He got into his car and pulled out of the parking lot, scared to death and more excited than he had ever been in his life at the same time.

He got into the parking lot of the hospital in record time, walking through the automatic doors and into the waiting room where the nurse at the desk met him with a smile. "Hi, what can I help you with today?" He was so nervous at this point that he almost couldn't say anything.

"My wife just called me and said that she was in labor." The nurse smiled and looked at her computer. "Her name?" Every time someone asked Michael what his wife's name was, he almost said Tancredi. He still couldn't believe that they were married.

"Sara Scofield." The nurse pressed a few keys on the computer and turned back to Michael. "She's in room 504. I can take you back there if you would like," the nurse told him. Michael gave her a nervous smile. "Thank you."

"So is this your first?" Michael laughed as they kept walking down the hallway. "No, our second." The nurse smiled.

"Ah, so you know how the whole thing works." Michael almost froze in his tracks.

"Yep." If he would've said that his brother knew how the whole thing worked, that would have been much more accurate.

They stopped at a room, and the nurse opened the door for him. "Nice talking to you, Mr. Scofield."

"You too."

Michael looked at Sara, laying on the hospital bed and was immediately filled with a rush of joy and nerves. "How in the world did you get here so fast? I only called you ten minutes ago," Sara said with a laugh. "I, uh, drove the DeLorean."

Sara laughed and then a look of pain crossed her face. Michael sat in the chair beside her and held her hand. "Sorry, contractions," Sara said as her face returned to normal. Michael just smiled at her. "It's okay. And, Sara," he said, watching his wife with excitement. "I'll be here this time. The whole time."

Half an hour later, a nurse came into Sara's room and told her that it was time to go to the delivery room. Michael followed her down the hallway and into the waiting room where he would be until he was a father for the second time.

He was so nervous that he couldn't sit still while he waited. A million thoughts raced through his head. What if something happens? What if one of them doesn't make it? After about ten minutes of leading himself down that rabbit hole, he decided to think about something happier, like the fact that in a few short minutes he could be holding his daughter in his arms.

Sure enough, about five minutes later the doctor came out to tell Michael that his daughter had just been born. He sucked in a breath and walked into the delivery room to hold his daughter for the first time.

If he really thought about it, it might only be the second child he had ever held, after LJ.

When he walked into the room and saw Sara holding their second child, he immediately fell in love and decided, right then and there, that he would be the best dad he could be.

He told himself that this was a promise that he could keep, but it would be a difficult one since he never had a father figure to show him what a dad was really like.

Sara looked at him with a smile, a smile that Michael loved so much. When Sara passed him his daughter that was only minutes old, he looked into her barely awake bright blue eyes and decided that this was something he could wake up to every day. He tried not to cry, but the fact that he was holding his child like he should have been the first time was almost too much for him.

"She's beautiful," he barely choked out in a whisper.

Michael had been home for ten minutes with their daughter and was already in love. The whole "being a dad" thing scared him to death. He didn't want to have the same thing happen to his daughter that happened to Mike. He wanted to be there this time.

And that was one of the most terrifying parts; the fact that he might miss his daughter's childhood almost tore him apart every day.

He had talked to terrorists, mob bosses, heck, even lied his way out of innumerable arrests, but when it came to raising a kid, he didn't have the slightest idea where to start. So he figured that he would just roll with the punches and ask Sara when he needed to.

On Faith's first night home, Sara put her down to bed as Michael read a story to Mike. When Mike had finally fallen asleep in bed, Michael walked into their bedroom and fell asleep next to Sara.

At around two o'clock in the morning, Michael heard a soft cry coming from Faith's room. He carefully got up out of he and Sara's bed in order not to wake her, and crept the short distance down the hall to Faith's room.

He leaned over the crib and looked at Faith's bright blue eyes that resembled his own, just admiring her and sort of forgetting that she had been crying. Michael was lost in the admiration of his daughter, admiration of the fact that most of his world was right here in his line of vision.

He stood there, leaning over the crib in a moment of contemplation. Should he ask Sara what to do or just do what he thought was best?

He carefully picked Faith up from the white crib, cradling her small head in the crook of his elbow and gently bouncing her up and down. The cries started to quiet down until they stopped; Faith started to fall asleep in Michael's arms after just a few minutes. When her eyes closed, Michael gently placed her back in her white crib and put the blanket back over her tiny sleeping form. He stood there for quite some time, watching his youngest and probably last child sleep peacefully. As he started to walk back to the bedroom, he almost ran into Sara who was standing in the doorway. "Who knew that Michael Scofield was such a family man?"

"I'm full of surprises," Michael whispered back.

Within five minutes of Mike walking in the door after a day of seventh grade, Michael could automatically tell that he was excited about something. "How was your day?" Mike tried to hide a smile as he replied. "It was okay, I guess."

"What's the grin?" One of the great things about their relationship was that they could tease each other and not be offended. "Dad," Mike said. "I need your help." Michael raised an eyebrow at Mike, because it wasn't every day that Mike got excited about something. "How do you get a girlfriend?" Michael leaned against the countertop and smiled, looking down on his hands.

Secretly, his mind was reeling trying to put together a response that Mike would actually believe. Because Michael was not your guy to ask for dating advice. The guy to ask was Linc.

"Mike, this is one of the few things outside of school that I can actually help you with. First thing: Make sure your clothes always match. Girls love a guy with fashion sense. And number two: Make the first move. Don't just sit in class and expect all the girls to come to you. You go to them," Michael finishes, somewhat satisfied with his completely improvised answer that he put together on a whim.

"Okay. 'Cause there's this one girl at school, Hannah Landrum, she's really pretty. My friends tell me that I'm good looking enough to just go for it, but every time I think I've worked up the nerve to say anything I just choke and end up not saying anything." Michael internally grinned. Every day, Sara told him that Mike looked more and more like Michael every second that passed. Mike had grown his hair out on top and cut it shorter on the sides, making it look messy but neat at the same time above his bright blue eyes. Mike loved it, Sara liked it, Michael didn't hate it.

"You know what I did with your mom?" Mike's eyes lit up; he knew just how easy their relationship had come for them, and, even though he'd never admit it to anyone, he wanted to have a relationship just like theirs someday.

"What?"

"I just told jokes and smiled a lot. Make sure they're actually funny, not just like a knock-knock joke or something. Then you'll be known as the knock-knock kid at school among the girls and that's probably not something you'd want." Mike laughed, and Michael did an internal fist pump at the small victory he'd just won with his son.

"Thanks, dad."

Faith sat on her bed, listening to music and eating the chocolate that Mike had gotten her on Valentine's Day yesterday.

Michael had an odd feeling that something was wrong. Faith had been in her room all night, and since Sara was at a doctor's conference for the weekend she wasn't there to give him any advice. So he did what he could.

Michael tentatively knocked on Faith's door, wondering if she'd be mad at him or if she'd let him in. "Faith? Are you okay?" Michael heard a sigh from the other side of the door. "Yeah, but can I talk to you for a little bit?" Michael opened her bedroom door and sat down on the bed next to Faith.

"Sure, anytime. What's wrong?"

Faith sighed. "Mitchell broke up with me." Mitchell was Faith's boyfriend of four years. They had been dating since 8th grade; the two had been really close for a long time.

"What did he say?" Faith stared down at her comforter and tried not to cry. Her and her dad were really close, but in this situation she didn't know how he could help her.

And Michael thought the same thing.

He loved his daughter, but he wasn't really the kind of guy that is overflowing with advice. Especially for a breakup.

So he decided to wing it.

And do more listening than talking.

"He said that it wasn't me, that it was just him. But that's what every guy says."

Now here was a point of critical contemplation for Michael. He couldn't decide whether he should pretend that he knew what he was talking about, since he didn't really date anyone as a kid, or if he should just be honest with her and say that he had absolutely no clue how to help her.

He chose the former.

"Faith, you know me, I had so many girlfriends through school that even I couldn't name them all," Michael started, trying to lighten the mood since Faith obviously knew that this wasn't true.

"But seriously. Is it something that I did? Because I don't think that a guy will just break up with you after four years for no reason."

Michael looked down at the comforter at Mike's heart-shaped box of chocolates that he had given to Faith for Valentine's Day. And then he noticed it.

"What's that bruise from?"

At that moment, Faith's blue eyes got dark as she looked down to the floor. "I, um, got hit with a dodgeball in gym class." Michael raised an eyebrow at her and placed his hand gently on her shoulder. "I know I may come across as an idiot, but I know for sure that's not true. It's okay, you can tell me what really happened. It doesn't leave this room. Except for maybe mom," he said with a smile at the end. Faith took a deep breath and met his eyes. "Yesterday when I went over to Mitch's house, we were watching a TV show when he got a text from his friend. He read it and looked at me with a look of pure anger, and he almost yelled at me and asked why I had cheated on him. I had no idea what he was talking about. His friend Tyler had texted him and told him that I had cheated on him, and then he slapped me across the leg after I told him that it wasn't true." Michael looked at Faith, his only daughter, and saw her so broken like this and immediately decided that he would never let this expression cross her face again. "I'm going to go out on a limb here, so you can kick me out of here after you hear what I say. But isn't it better for you if he thought you cheated on him anyway? And if he hit you, wouldn't you want to be away from him anyway?" Faith's teary eyes looked into Michael's, and she shrugged. "That makes sense. But we had just been together so long that I didn't think he'd break up with me over some stupid text that wasn't even true."

Michael thought about this for a second, and then realized that what he thought would be the winning half-court shot ended up getting stuffed back in his face by his daughter that, at times, was even smarter than he was.

"You know what, you're right. But I'm not going to let you sit in here and be upset about some guy that doesn't know how to treat a girl. So come on, I want to go do something with you." Faith was a little bit skeptical at first. Where could her dad take her that would fix this? She was just praying that it wasn't Linc's house.

As she got into the car with Michael, she couldn't help but smile a little bit as she thought about where they could be going.

"Here," Michael said, tossing her a blindfold.

"What's this for?" Michael grinned and pulled out of the driveway.

"I don't want you to know where we're going until we get there." Faith playfully rolled her eyes and put the blindfold on.

After about ten minutes, the car came to a stop and Faith was curious to see where they were.

"Welcome to Starbucks, what can I get for you today?" Faith did an internal squeal, and was about to tell her dad what she wanted when he started to order.

"Can I have a venti toasted white chocolate mocha, with almond milk, whipped cream, and chocolate syrup?"

"Cold or hot?"

"Hot."

To Faith's surprise, her dad was exactly right. She didn't see him as the type to memorize her Starbucks order, but he was full of surprises. She slid the blindfold up and over her head.

"One question: how did you know that?" Michael just looked at his daughter. "Do you know how many times I've been in the car with you and your mom when we go to Starbucks?" Faith laughed at him and shook her head. "Probably too many."

"There's one more place that we're going to go," Michael said, and Faith started to wonder even more.

After five minutes down the highway, Michael pulled into the mall and got out of the car. "You can go anywhere you want. I'm just here to carry the wallet." Faith got so excited she almost started jumping up and down like she would have when she was five years old.

As they walked from store to store with each other, both Michael and Faith were happier than they had been in a long time.

As they walked back out to the car, Faith put the bags in the backseat.

"Thanks, dad."

"Anytime, Faith."