The baby spent six weeks in the hospital before she was finally able to come home; and those first few days were rough as Mike quickly lost the concept of sleep.

It was day 5 of Graces' day home and Mike mindlessly rocked her on the couch as she continued to fiddle and cry against his chest.

Ryan was trying to finish making dinner but since he was living with Mike and the new baby, he was hardly getting any sleep too.

"When are your parents getting here again?" Ryan asked before letting a huge yawn escape.

Mike shrugged "At any time now." He remarked, finally having enough of rocking Grace and placed her on the couch cushion, letting her cries almost echo throughout the first floor.

He placed his head in his hands as he rubbed his face before letting his hands drop and he found her binky by her feet, he thought for a moment before picking it up and looking at Grace, who was continuing to cry.

Mike tries to force the binky into her mouth, but Grace accepted it willingly, silencing her cries.

Ryan stopped whatever he was doing in the kitchen "Please tell me she's still breathing." He asked.

Mike smiled "Yes.", letting Grace take his index fingers and doing a little dance with her tiny hands "That was easy, huh?" he said in a baby voice before picking her up from the cushion and letting her head rest on his shoulder as he got up from the couch.

"Okay, dinner is almost ready, I-" Ryan began to say before a knock on the door alerted them.

Mike turned to answer it, but the guest began to open the door on their own "Hello?" he heard his mothers' voice echo.

"Hi, mom." He said sluggishly as she made her way down the hallway and into the living room area.

The older woman gasped "Ok, where is she? Where's my granddaughter?" she asked, walking towards Mike.

Mike smiled as he adjusted his shoulder so his mother could get a look at the new person in the world.

She gasped "Oh, Michael, she's precious!" she cooed before kissing his temple and walking into the kitchen and began introducing herself to Ryan.

His father followed suit, carrying two suitcases into the house and dropped them promptly as he entered the fitting room "Hello, son."

Mike nodded at him as he removed one hand from cupping Grace to shake his fathers' hand "Hi, dad." He said.

His father looked at his granddaughter and smiled "You did good." He said, patting his shoulders free shoulder "I smell food!" he said, walking into the kitchen as well.

Mikes' mother babbled on and on while Ryan and Mike tried to stay awake through dinner.

"So, Michael, how is Sally?" his mother asked.

"Sally? You mean Sarah?" Mike asked, taking a small bite of his dinner.

"Yeah, yeah. How is she?" she asked again.

Mike shrugged "Honestly, I don't know mom. I haven't seen her since Grace was born." He admitted.

"Well, that's too bad, Mike. How long is her sentence again?" his dad asked.

Mike took another bite of dinner "5 years." He muttered.

His mother huffed, putting her fork down "Perfect…here we go." Mike thought as he mom prepared to lecture him.

"Michael, are you going to wait for that insane person to get out of prison? Are you going to let her near your child?" she asked.

Mike huffed, putting his fork down "Mom, now is not the time for this discussion, okay?" he remarked.

His mother crossed his arms "What? I'm just thinking about your future, and Graces' future." She remarked.

"As am I. I'm trying to be the responsible person here." Mike said.

"OH—you call getting a serial killer groupie pregnant responsible?" his mother said with a chuckle. "While you're raising your spawn of a serial killer, your brother, Perry, and his wife-they're adopting another baby for Russia!" she remarked.

Mike clenched his jaw "Good for them."

"I'm just wondering where you went wrong." His mother remarked.

Mike turned to Ryan, Ryan wasn't having any of her bull shit either as Mike cleared his throat and pushed his seat back "…I'm going to bed. Goodnight." He muttered before walking out of the kitchen and climbing up the stairs to his bedroom.

As tired as he was, Mike just couldn't fall asleep as he looked out the window at the tree scrapping against the glass from the wind.

The leaves were slowly falling off the tree as the season of Fall was slowly morphing into the harsh season known as Winter; Mike couldn't help but be excited to have Grace experience her first Winter, her first snow, her first Christmas.

While he thought of these moments with Grace, he heard the baby monitor begin to make noises; he turned to his night table as he began to hear Ryan and Grace walking into the nursery.

"Never mind your grandmother…she's a bitch, she has no idea what she's talking about. You're fucking adorable, you know that?" Ryan muttered, Mike could hear shuffling—assuming that his friend was putting Grace in her crib.

"And you know what—your mom might be a little off, but she's not crazy! She made a few bad choices and is paying for them…but let me tell you something, you were not one of them!" Ryan continued.

Mike smiled as Ryan spoke to the newborn, getting her tucked in to bed for the night "…well, goodnight Grace. I'll see you in a few hours." Ryan said in his rugged voice before Mike only heard silence.

He wasn't sure if Ryan knew he could hear him or not, but what Ryan told Grace put Mike at ease as he finally closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep for the few hours he could get before Grace would begin to cry out for him.