A/N: Thanks so much for reading and reviewing. I plan on making more Drake and Josh stories, some with Emma and some without. So keep reading my fics!

Five Years Later.

"DADDY!"

A 21 year old Drake Parker laughed and held open his arms, while his newly-turned-kindergartener thrust herself into them.

"Hey, Emmareezy!" He twirled her around and smiled at Carly. They were no longer dating. It had been hard, when they broke up, but they had been crazy teenagers when they started going together. They had grown up, and they were different people now. They were still close, obviously, since they shared the most important thing in both of their lives. They were just more mature now. They had to be.

"Hey, you," he said, kissing her on the cheek.

"Hi, Drake," she replied. "Take care of my baby doll." The new custody arrangement called for Emma to be passed off, week by week. Neither of them would have it any other way. Drake still lived with his parents. Raising kids was expensive, and he had been there to help Carly every step of the way. It didn't leave a lot of extra cash, but he didn't mind so much. He attended classes at the community college. He still wanted to be a big bad rockstar, but he was between bands right now. He had an audition later that week. Sixteen year old Megan loved the weeks where Emma would come and live with them- she was more of a cute and cuddly little sister than a niece. She and Emma liked to plot together against Drake, playing evil pranks. He thought she would've grown out of it by now, but instead the pranks steadily increased. Josh was off at Harvard, and Drake loved visiting him there. Audrey and Walter were more or less the exact same. Things couldn't have worked out better. They still got weird looks…often. When he and Carly dropped Emma off at kindergarten, they were by far the youngest parents. And people looked. Oh, they looked. One had even gone so far to ask if they really thought they were "old enough to be raising such a young child."

Drake had given up a lot for Emma, but he wouldn't have it any other way. When he turned down Rolling Stones tickets for a chance to watch a Barney and Friends video with her, his friends thought he was nuts. They called him Daddy and teased him, but they were all secretly big softies. They loved having Emma come watch their jam sessions on guitars, and they laughed when she danced around happily.

"Guess what I have," Drake whispered mysteriously.

"What?" Emma asked excitedly.

Carly sighed and rolled her eyes. "Drake, tell me you didn't buy the double stuffed oreos again." But she grinned. That was what made Drake such a good father- he was practically a kid still. He still loved double stuffed oreos, chocolate for breakfast, staying up all night, and driving too fast. He had cleaned up, that much was for sure. But Drake Parker was still…well, Drake Parker.

Drake grinned mischievously and pulled out two tickets. He handed them to Emma and whispered to her what they were.

"THE WIGGLES!" Emma shrieked so loudly, Drake plugged his ears. The moment he had seen the commercial that announced that Emma's favorite singing group was coming to San Diego, he had gone and bought tickets. "I'm going to the wig-GLES! I'm going to the wig-GLES!" She started a happy dance and kept shrieking gleefully.

Carly laughed. "How fun!"

Drake laughed and pulled another ticket out of the back pocket of his dark colored jeans. "You didn't think we'd leave Mommy out, did you?"

Carly chuckled and took the ticket. "Well, what a perfect way to spend my Friday night that I have off." She bent down and kissed Emma. "I'd love to accompany you."

"Yay," she squealed. She threw her little arms around Carly's neck and kissed her back. "Bye, Mommy."

"Bye, honey bun." She hugged Drake good bye and left.

That night, an exhausted Drake tucked Emma into bed and laid down next to her. Her bright blue eyes twinkled at him. "Sing me my song, Dad. I haven't heard it all week."

He grinned and played with her fingers. Being a dad wasn't easy or perfect, but he loved every minute of it. Back when his Emma Bear was born, he had taken into account the money she would cost, the sleepless nights, the time spent just trying to get her to go to sleep. But he had forgotten the most important things. The sticky kisses, and the colored pictures, and the bedtime songs. The love.

"My Gift is my song,

And this ones for you.

You can tell everybody,

That this is your song…"