Joey woke up late on Saturday morning in a mellow daze to the sweet smell of his girlfriend's perfume. "Come on, Joey. You're watching Luke today, remember?" Kaylee said in a soft voice when she saw her boyfriend watching her put on her earrings in the mirror. His rubbed his face and yawned, rolling over to the other side and mumbling something about "five more minutes." Kaylee tied her wavy orange hair up into a high ponytail before attacking Joey by surprise.

"Get up, my dear Joey Solo!" She cried in an overly dramatic tone and pounced on the lump under the blanket. "You have to watch Lucas Skywalker today!"

"I will, I will, and no Skywalker; he's a Richter." His eyes opened wide at the impact and then wrapped his arms around her, not willing to let go anytime soon because he loved her sweet scent. "You're going to make me late, Joey!" She giggled and tried to squirm out of his embrace, but he only held on tighter. "Please don't go, I suck at this." Joey begged, "The house will be up in flames as soon as you pull out of the driveway." Kaylee laughed and shook her head before finally rolling off the bed and onto her feet. "You'll do fine, Joey. He's pretty easygoing, so he can deal with mistakes if you make any."

He groaned and threw off the duvet before getting up himself and attempting to beat her to the front door. "Wait, you forgot something, Kaylee!" He called from the doorway of their bedroom. "I'm pretty sure I have every-" She turned around to bid Joey a last goodbye for the day before being unexpectedly smooched. "That was all." He flashed his crooked smile, "Love you."

"Love you too, Joey Solo." She raised her eyebrows once and gave him one last kiss before stepping out the front door and spending the day with her friends. Joey watched their red Mini Cooper pull out onto the street and disappear around the corner onto Main Street. He sighed, knowing that now was his time to shine as Daddy for the day. Spinning on his sock covered heel, he made his way to their small kitchen to make himself a mug of coffee from the Keurig. Lifting the top of the machine, he placed a fresh new hazelnut K-cup inside and snapped it back shut before pressing the large cup button. He smiled to himself and hummed a dainty tune to himself. Turning to the fridge to get the cream, he noticed Kaylee's neat handwriting written on a sticky note pressed onto the fridge.

Don't forget, you have to wake up Lucas before 11. He actually stayed up pretty late last night so maybe wake him up around 10:30. His food's already made and is in the fridge:

Give him the blue container for breakfast (when he wakes up)

A bottle for lunch (around 3)

And the green container for dinner (around 6)

I also made two extra smaller bottles as a snack if he gets hungry (which I don't doubt). Love you to shreds, Mr. Joseph Michael Richter. Don't forget to heat up his food to room temperature and have him in bed before 9, please! Bathe him too before bed! Thank you!

-Kaylee

Joey smiled to himself and took out the small baby blue container that fit perfectly in his palm to thaw along with the carton of cream. Back at the counter where his mug of steaming coffee was, he could see the time on the stove- 10:50. After he stirred a little bit of cream into the mug with a spoon, he set out to wake up young Lucas Skywalker. Taking a large gulp out of the mug in his hand, her padded down the hall and turned into his son's room.

He loved the painting job they had done a month before he was born. They both agreed on a pastel green with a chocolate brown trim since he wanted the gender to be a surprise then. His brown eyes trailed from the walls, to the thin white drapes, then down to the crib where Luke was. Placing his mug on the nearest stable surface, which was the top of the brown wooden dresser, he loomed over the side of the crib to see the newest Richter.

Over the past few months, he began to look more and more like Joey. His hair grew longer and thicker, which was unexpected since he had a full head of hair already when he was born (which also explained all the unbearable heartburn poor Kaylee had suffered with before they found out she was pregnant). Kaylee was overjoyed with the fact that the crooked jaw was getting there, and he remembered her exact words one day when she was still in the hospital: "When he starts to get facial hair, make sure he does your style. He'll be a fucking lady killer, I promise you."

Snapping out of his nostalgia moment, he remembered what he came in there to do. Prying his fingers under Luke's chubby waist, he lifted him up and held him against his chest; putting a little bounciness into his steps to gently wake him up. "Come on, young Jedi, you have breakfast to eat." Joey cooed as Lucas started to squirm and rub his eyes with his fat fists. All the Star Wars references all came from Kaylee; the nights when they'd hang out, the night they made themselves official, when they moved in, and the night when she came back from the hospital and many other nights sandwiched in between, they had Star Wars marathons. He was starting to memorize the lines almost, but Kaylee was already a pro at that.

Feeling warmth and wetness start to collect on his shoulder, he lifted Luke in front of his to see if he was drooling, puking, or both. His big brown eyes met his father's as he used his fist as a substitute for the handful of Joey's shirt to chew on. He would be seven months next week and had only his front two teeth poking through his gums, so there was still plenty of teething to do. Joey put him back over his shoulder and went over to Luke's drawer in the kitchen to get one of his tiny spoons and a bib. Times were kind of tough at the moment so they didn't have a high chair and were better off without one since he could sit up by himself now.

Setting Lucas carefully into a sitting position on the grey linoleum floor, he got the thawed food, spoon and bib before clambering down in front of Luke again. Joey popped open the lid, grimacing distastefully into the beige mixture as he stirred it with the spoon. Luke was already leaning forward in anticipation. Jesus, no wonder why your mom was always eating so much while you were still a bun in the oven. He thought to himself and gave him his first spoonful. A blob of food dribbled down his cheek and onto his white onesie. "Dammit," Joey muttered, wiping the food off with his thumb before only putting it on his shirt for now. Grabbing the bib that had been forgotten beside him, he ripped apart the Velcro and pressed it back together once it was around Luke's neck. "That should be better." Joey smiled warmly at his son who clutched the terrycloth bib in his hands before shoving the material in his mouth.

"Come on, that isn't half as good as…" He cocked his head to the side and gently pulled the bib out of his mouth, "whatever this is, but come on, you like it."

Joey's phone vibrated on the stove, causing quite a racket from where they were. Leaving the cup a good distance from Luke, he went to go retrieve the phone call and put in on speaker. "Hello?" He called loud enough so that it would go through the speaker phone. "Hey there, you busy today?" Joe Walker asked through the phone. All of Luke's attention went to the phone as he eyed it curiously. "Yeah, I'm on Daddy Duty for the day. Why?" Joey said as he gave Luke another spoonful of food. Joe started cracking up on the other line and made Joey put. "Watch, you and Lo are next. I guarantee it." He said switched the call setting to FaceTime so that he could give him a serious look which he couldn't quite send through his voice. Glaring into the camera when he saw Joe in tears from laughing, he added "I mean it."

"Hey, hey, not everyone knows about that yet…" Joe chided and held his index finger against his mouth to tell him to keep his trap shut. "Fine," Joey rolled his eyes playfully and checked over on Luke, "oh shit shit shit, one second Joe."

Lucas had both hands in his bowl, either forcing some into his little mouth, smearing it on the floor, splatting it against the sides of the counter, or just squishing it between his fingers. "Why, what did the young Jedi do this time?" Joe asked.

"Playing with his food, well at least he ate the majority of it, like 70% of it."

"You need help? I have nothing to do today and Lo's out with the girls today, I think." Joe offered.

"Ohmygod, please." Joey breathed in a desperate tone.

"Sure, I'll be over in like, 10 minutes at most." Joe said, getting off his couch.

They exchanged their goodbyes for now and Joey was now ready to clean up the mess Lucas had made. Ripping off a paper towel from the roll on the counter, he dampened it in the sink and wrung it out. "Please don't touch me," He pleaded to Lucas, who did just that onto his shoulder, leaving a beige stain that looked like mutated handprints. "Great," He muttered looking over at his shoulder, and then back at Luke, forgiving him with a kiss on his head of thick, dark brown hair. "Well that's over with, Uncle Walks is gonna be here in a while, and you need to change out of that." He told Luke and carried him back to his room to get a new onesie for him to wear. It was still pretty muggy even though September was just around the corner, and the broken air conditioning hadn't helped at all that summer so their only option was wearing less, which he had no problem with at all when Kaylee was home.

Pulling out one of his clothes drawers, he noticed his now cold coffee sitting on top and took a sip. Setting the mug back down, he grabbed a neatly folded onesie and walked over to the lounge chair they kept in there. He reclined back into the chair and sat Luke in his lap to undo the three buttons and lifted the stained clothing over his little head. Joey tossed the article of clothing into the basket next to the dresser and fit the fresh new one on Lucas.

"Well, I have no idea what to do now. What about you?" Joey looked at the young Jedi, who watched his father's feet as they stepped around the house. Skywalker remained silent and turned his head to his dad's shoulder to nom on his shirt again where the food stain was. The doorbell rang and echoed through the hallway. Finally, Joey thought and opened up the door to let Joe in. ""Oh my dear lord, look who it is!" Joe swooped in and snatched Luke out of his arms when the door opened. "He looks bigger from the last time I saw him."

"That was only last week, Joe." Joey said and locked the door behind them. "He may have gained a pound or two or something."

"Yeah, he got heavier." Joe sat on the couch with the baby on his lap, who tried to grasp the leather surface. A smile crept across Joe's face and he suppressed a laugh when Joey glared at him.

"What?" He looked over at his visitor.

"Joey's a daddy now." Joe sang, holding up Luke next to his head. Joey huffed and shook his head when Joe started cackling all over again like on the phone. "It's going to be even more hilarious when you're next." He mumbled back and Joe rolled his eyes.

"We're going to wait a bit and see how it would work out." Joe said in a more serious tone.

"How what would? You screwed her already after one of our Starship rehearsals." Joey laughed and leaned back in the couch. "There's nothing more the work out. So go have a kid and suffer with me!"

Joe glared at him and shook his head, listening to Joey continue. "Just kidding, they're not bad; you just need to be a Molly Weasley kind of parent."

"You're the Molly Weasley parent?" Joe relaxed a bit and chuckled.

"No, I think of Kaylee as Molly Weasley. I mean like, she looks like a Weasley, so yeah. Just not as strict like Molly, but she teaches him right from wrong and stuff. He copes pretty well with it, and yeah." Joey looked down to Luke, who had been propped up by Joe to have his own spot on the couch, as he put the corner of a satin throw pillow into his mouth. "I don't think that's good for you, Dunkin Munchkin," Joe removed the pillow from his weak grasp and replaced it with a pacifier which sat on the coffee table.

"Now what?" Joe looked around for something to do and tilted his head back to the ceiling, studying the weird pattern it had. Joey shrugged and kept an eye on Luke in case if he fell over again or something.

"I have no ide- oh god, yeah I do." Joey hurried over to Lucas, who had started drooling a small pool onto the same throw pillow, making a dark noticeable stain. "Dammit, your mum's gonna be bullshit when she sees that…" He bit his lip and held Skywalker, wiping the excess saliva from the baby onto his shirt.

"Joe, can you take him again for a second? I'm gonna try to clean this somehow…" Joey sat Luke back on Joe's lap and turned into the kitchen, looking under the sink for some kind of cleaner.

Joe didn't mind at all having the newest addition to the StarKid family around with him. It actually gave him more experience with children, which would definitely come in handy one day, and with who is pretty obvious. Joey knew him and his love for Lauren from the inside out, so that's why he bothered him about it so often; because they weren't official like how Joey was with Kaylee.

Feeling a sudden thud against his stomach, he stopped thinking about his and Lauren's relationship status and looked down to see the baby leaning against him. His dark hair fell over his brown eyes, which Joe being Joe, had automatically fixed for him. "Do you think carpet cleaner would work on it?" Joey poked his head in around the corner for Joe's opinion and had a smile on his face as he just read his mind. "Yeah, you and Lo are so next."

Joe didn't try to protest and answered his question. "Try throwing it in the washing machine." He said and kept his eyes on Luke in case if he was in an awkward position and needed help to get back to comfort. Little Richter only fluttered his eyes slowly and eventually fell asleep. "The tag says hand-wash only, so I guess I'll just flip it over and hope for the best." Joey came back in with the satin pillow, placing it on the prettier side and looking over to Joe, who had his attention on Luke. His crooked smile fell in place as he watched all the gears turning in his friend's head.

"What?" Joe turned to his smug friend and fixed the baby a little better in his arm. Joey tried to contain an even bigger smile but completely gave in in less than a minute. He motioned him over to follow him to his room. He had Lucas sleeping with his head on his shoulder and watched as Joey poked and prodded through his closet for a shoebox. "Shoes?" Joe laughed, thinking it was something more serious. "Nope," Joey said, flipping open the cardboard lid and fitting his hand inside the black leather dress shoes he wore only on formal occasions. Pulling out his hand he put a small dark blue velvet box in his face. "This weekend I'm going for it." Joey watched as his friend's eyes went wide and his jaw dropped.

"What?!" He said in a hoarse whisper, laying the sleeping baby down on the bed momentarily while he grabbed Joey by the shoulders. "Joseph Michael Richter…"

"If it happens, you're my best man."

"Dude," was all Joe could say. He was proud of Joey and backed him up 110%, it's just that he couldn't believe it already.

"You okay there?" Joey said as Joe shook his head with a dopey grin on his face. "You're kinda doing the Umbridge smile and it's creeping me out."

"I'm fine," He nodded with a more contained mouth expression and picked up his ringing phone. Knowing that it was either Lauren or Lauren, Joey put the shoebox back and took Luke with him to retrieve his cold coffee he had almost forgotten about again on the baby's dresser. Finishing up the cup with his free hand, he put the empty mug in the sink and read the time on the stove while he was at it. Only one? He sighed at the time and noticed as Joe walked out of his room. "Lo just called me-"

"Go ahead, Joe. Just make sure your next in line so I can laugh at you." Joey teased, knowing Lauren had wanted to spend time with him and Joey wasn't going to try and stop something that he wanted to happen. Joe waved to him and ruffled the baby's hair before he tied his sneakers in the front hall and left, shutting the door tightly behind him.

Joey thought that it'd be best to give Luke his nap time and set him down in the crib and getting as much leisure time as possible. Reclining in the lounge chair next to the crib, he folded his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. It wasn't until when Kaylee came home at four that they had both woken up to being greeted with kisses.

Ahaha, fluff and shit is sweet

~fin