This one is really short, but I really enjoyed writing it. Please enjoy!

After two more months of suffering and waiting, Franziska finally gave birth to a healthy, beautiful baby boy. They named him the junior of his father (nicknamed MJ – for Miles, Jr.), for the same gentlemanly and refined look rested on his mirror-image visage. All looked like his father's, except for the eyes and hair. The eyes were as ice blue and filled with wisdom like his mother's, and his thin, wispy hair was a darker shade of blue.

As Franziska held her son in her arms, she smiled, captivated. Never had she seen something so innocent and pure as the curious bundle eyeing everything in sight.

"Miles... He's... beautiful."

She looked up speechless at her mesmerized husband. Miles looked down at both her and MJ, and his chest swelled with pride. He was a father now, and he had a responsibility to not only protect his wife, but also his young son. Beaming, he kissed the top of Franziska's head, and stroked MJ's cheek once. Never had he seen either something so heart-melting and fascinating as the blinking baby looking up at him curiously.

Franziska immediately asked, "Miles, when do we take him home?"

He smiled. "Three days. He has to stay here for three more days. With you."

She sighed jokingly in response, "That's such a long time."

He laughed in return. "I agree. I can't wait to take both of you home."

"His name is Miles Edgeworth, Jr., is it?"