Wow. So, I know what you're all probably thinking… "But Jackster, you barely update the other story as it is, wtf are you doing writing a new one?!" And I say "idk man." Lol, ok, serious time. So, believe me when I'm saying I've been working on a new chapter for Long Lost Spy, its being written out and all, but the idea for this story seriously just came to me out of the blue. And since then, it's been bugging me so much I've actually been losing sleep over how I should write it. And I'm pretty sure it had to do with re-reading Recess Fanfiction back from the olden days, and if you haven't read any of thesolitary-dragons stuff, stop reading this, jump to like page 16 in the archives for Recess, and read her/his/its stuff. He/she/it/whatever is seriously one of the best writers in the Recess fandom, and I guess after reading her story "Killing the daisies" I kind of got inspired by her style. Wow. Big chunk of Author note. Who even reads these anymore? Either way. I Digress. ON TO MY NEW STORY.

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It was a peaceful late night, the normally dark sky speckled with the soft white flakes of snow falling gracefully onto the streets covered in a thin layer of white. It was at this late hour that many were already snuggled warmly into their beds, getting themselves well rested to be ready for the next workday that lay ahead. Some would go off onto their mundane tasks of filing papers, typing reports, or making small chit chat by a water cooler. Others, more particularly the younger ones, would anticipate, yet dread, the school day. Though they bore easily as their teachers drone on, they quickly become excited once the chime of the bell rings, signaling either for the time to run out and play during the time of Recess, go off to make lewd jokes amongst their peers during the lunch hour, or excitedly run out as another school day ends.

Then there are those that are in between, much too old for such silly games that typically occur near a jungle gym, yet they're too young to have any such full time jobs where they force themselves awake through yet another power point presentation. These individuals were typically High school students, whose days of everyday schooling are eagerly coming to an end, and the doors to reality just begin to pry open. But while majority of these said high schoolers should be just logging off of their social media and crawling into their beds, one young man stood in a quiet hall in the local hospital. On many cases, when a high schooler was present in a hospital in such late hours, it would mostly be due to over consumption of alcohol, or they thought a certain stunt would lead to no harm. But in his case, it was different. Much more different than a norm for young adult his age.

The young man stood still in a clean quiet hall, the only real source of noise would that of the soft steps the nurses and doctors would take as they walked briskly by the man. The hall had little color, the only sort of decoration was the reprint of water colored paintings that hung every couple of yards on the pale pink walls. The young man had been in that hall way, or more specifically, in the spot where he stood for about 30 minutes now, unmoving. He had chestnut hair ruffled under a red baseball cap which he sported backwards. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his dark green hoodie, as his light blue eyes remained fixated before him. He had faded freckles spreading across his cheeks and nose, and a round nose that turned up a bit at the end.

In front of him was a large glass plane window, free of streaks or prints. On the other side of the large window was room that stretched out longer horizontally. In the room in rows of 6 by 18 were clear plastic cribs, and in most was a bundle, either wrapped up tightly in a light blue or pastel pink blanket. Many of the bundles squirmed as they cried out for some sort of attention. Others had wide eyes as they stared out at the strange world around them. The one the man's attention was on laid peacefully, his normally large eyes closed as his small chest rose with each breath under his blue blanket. The bundle fidgeted for a split second, but quickly returned to its stable posture. The man smiled at the sudden movements, but it soon fell, his eyes not once leaving the small form.

He heard the distant echo of footsteps become gradually louder and closer. He did not turn to look, assuming it was just another doctor on his way to make his rounds, but instead another form stopped and stood by him. The form was a bit shorter by a couple of inches, with black hair graying at the tips, an obvious bald spot forming at the back of his head. He had a thick mustache, some gray stands standing out amongst the black. He wore a navy blue polo shirt which hugged around the pudge of his small protruding beer gut. He had shorts of plaid design the cut off just above his thin knees, and white socks that were pulled up high enough to just reach below those very knees.

The young man knew of the older man's presence, but remained motionless and quiet, his light eyes still focused on the small bundle that lay just on the other side of the clear window.

"He's a beaut, ain't he?" The older man said, breaking the silence between the two. The younger of the two simply nodded his head, but his eyes remained still.

The older man shifted awkwardly, his eyes looking from the same bundle over to the man beside him.

"Hey, Um, T.J. Look, uh, I know things have kinda been rough between the two of us." The balding man started, his voice a bit nasally and high pitched for a man his age. For the first time since standing on the spot, the taller gave the shorter a sideways glance, pulling his attention away from the curled up heap, but he quickly looked back over to it, choosing to stay quiet as he let the man go on.

"But, um, ya gotta understand, I was pretty upset." The man bent his head forward as he scratched behind his neck, darting his eyes over the younger man beside him, waiting for any sort of reaction. When none was given, he decided to continue on.

"Well, I guess what I'm tryin'ta say is that I'm sorry." The taller of the two darted his eyes again, but this time they kept on the man beside him, a small feeling of curiosity brewing inside of him.

"I said and did things I know I shouldn't have, but I guess I let my emotions get the best of me. My pookie, she's uh…" Tears began to brim his eyes, but he avoided any eye contact, not wanting to let the younger of the two see him get so emotional.

"She's my little Princess. And I know you're gonna take great care of her, It's just so hard watching her grow up, and know I gotta give her up at one point. I just wish it wasn't so soon." The man sniffed, then finally brought his eyes up to the taller figure, a comforting smile hidden behind the bushel of his thick mustache. After some seconds, the younger man offered his own comforting smile, and in his usual friendly manner, laid a comforting hand on the stouter man's shoulder.

"Mr. Spinelli, I-"

"Please T.J., call me Bob." The younger man's comforting smile grew wider.

"Bob, I promise that no matter what, I'll always take care of Spinelli. And not just her, but the little guy too." He stated, his head motioning towards the window as he spoke the last part. "I'll do all that I can to make sure that they're safe and healthy, and they will always be my first priority. Spinelli has always been the most important person to me, even back in Elementary school, and I will stop at nothing to make sure she has a great life. It may be rough at first, but I'll do all that I can to make sure that later on, her and the little tyke are happy, and have everything they could possibly want. And if for any reason I screw up, I give you, Joey, and Vitto permission to beat me up in any way you'd like." The older man's smile broadened, his eyes once again becoming misty.

"Thank you T.J." Without warning, Robert Spinelli pulled T.J. Detweiler into a tight embrace. At first, T.J. was shocked at the motion, but soon he wrapped his arms around the shorter man, accepting the fatherly embrace. After some seconds, the two pulled away, each offering the other a smile.

"I know you'll take great care of her." Robert said, patting T.J. on the shoulder.

"Oh he better, if not he'll have to get an ass kicking from me too." A third male voice spoke. The two turned to the source and saw it was a rounder man that reached just below T.J.s height. The top of his head was also on its way into balding, and thin spectacles hung on the tip of his rounded nose. He wore a dark sweater vest over a white t shirt, and had a warm smile which seemed to lift any tension left in the room.

The two smiled back at him, and Robert squeezed onto T.J.'s shoulder.

"Ya got a good kid here Sam." Robert spoke.

"Yea, I guess he's alright." He responded, rubbing the top of the younger man's head, messing up the placement of his red cap.

"Well, I'll leave ya two alone. Gotta get back into the room, lord knows what Flo's doin' to bug our little Pookie." The two nodded at him as he began back down the hall. The two remaining men turned back to look in through the glass plane, their eyes immediately finding the bundle.

"Crazy, huh?" The older of the two asked.

"Yea."

There was a moment of silence before the chubby man spoke up again.

"Ya know, I remember the day you were born. Remember it like it was yesterday. Boy, you were a cute little bugger. Your mom would dress you up in the most ridiculous outfits too. And Becky, boy was she a headache, kept trying to sell you off to anyone passing by at the Supermarket. If I had known how much of a headache you'd grow up to be with all these stunts of yours, I woulda left you in the Hospital and let the nurse's deal with you." He joked, earning a small chuckle from the younger man next to him.

"Yea, we had good times though, didn't we?" He continued, to which T.J. nodded then looked over to his father beside him.

"Yea, we did." He looked back in through the window, and the older man grew serious, turning to look at his son.

"You know Teej, if you ever need help with anything, and I mean anything at all, your mom and I-"

"I know, I know. But we'll be okay. Honestly."

"Raising a kid is hard Teej, especially at your age. And especially since you still got one more year of school left."

"I know, but we'll manage. Her mom's offered to take care of him while we're in class, and mom is willing to help on the weekends while I go to work."

"It's not just about the time, it's also about the finances. Babies, they're a lot of money to take care of. And I mean a lot. And your mom and I will be there to help if you ever need a little extra cash, so don't ever hesitate to ask."

"Thanks for your help dad, but I think we'll be okay." He turned to look at his father and offered him a smile of assurance. The stouter man returned his own smile, then clasped a hand against his sons back.

"I love ya son."

"Love ya too dad."

With a final pat on his back, the round man turned and walked away, leaving T.J. to stare back into the room full of wrapped newborns. He stood in silence, his eyes once again glued to one particular blue bundle. The silence was soon broken when he heard the soft pit pat of several feet stepping their way towards him. Soon, he was surrounded by figures of his age, all but one standing taller than him. To his left was a dark skinned man standing just a couple of inches taller, who was currently sporting a high school mascot shirt which hung over his grey sweatpants, and his dark eyes were currently searching amongst the mass of bundles in the room before him. Behind the dark skinned man was another man, who was much bigger than the two, in both height and weight. He had shaggy blonde hair that reached just above his shoulders, and wore an off white shirt half tucked into brown cargo pants. He had blue eyes that were a tint lighter than T.J.s, which had immediately found the very same bundle his good friend was currently staring at.

On the other side of T.J. stood a young woman of a slender form, who was about a couple of inches shorter than him. Her auburn hair was rolled up into a clip, with a few strands falling out and hanging just around her pale face. Just like the man beside her, she also had the appearance of freckles fading onto the pale colored skin of her thin face. She was quite pretty, having a stylish look to her with thin lensed glasses hanging atop her rounded up nose, slightly magnifying her bright green eyes. She wore a long sleeved button up shirt tucked into a pale blue skirt that hung just above her knees, and a pair of black flats. Behind her was the last of the huddled group. He was a tall man, only about 3 inches shorter than the other blonde in the group, whose muscles were toned and slightly larger than average for a man his age. His hair was blonde and styled in a buzz cut, and his face was stern, yet welcoming. He wore a tight olive green shirt tucked into a darker shade of olive green pants, and black boots were laced around his feet. He had black thick rimmed glasses atop his round nose, and behind the glasses were dark green eyes, which almost matched the shade of his pants.

The five figures stood quiet in front of the window, before finally the darker skinned man wrapped a friendly arm around T.J.s shoulder.

"Well Teej, this is it! You're finally a dad!" He exclaimed.

"Heh, yea, I guess I am." T.J. responded, his voice slightly weak.

"Oh the Beauty this world holds! Look upon thee with your eyes, at how one act of true love could create such a beautiful creature!" The largest man of the group cried out, his eyes looking to be brimming with tears.

Suddenly, there was the sound of soft sobs, and the four turned to the muscular blonde standing towards the back, his face buried into the palm of his hands.

"Gus, are you okay?" T.J. asked, half worried, and the other half trying to contain his amusement at the scene before him as the large army man sobbed.

"Y-yea, it's just... just… So beautiful!" He cried out, once again burying his face into his hands. The other large blonde of the group stepped closer to the sobbing figure and wrapped a comforting arm around him, letting the man cry onto his shoulders.

"There there Gus, do not cry in this momentous occasion. Instead, weep of happiness for such a glorious life was brought into this world."

As the two blonde men hugged, the other three simply rolled their eyes and turned back towards the window, T.J. smiling in amusement.

"I must admit, it is quite fascinating, considering this was all formed by one microscopic sperm and an egg cell transported through one of two ovaries." The only female of the group spoke up.

The large man's sobs subsided, and they all stood motionless, their eyes all focused into the same clear crib.

"I can't wait for the little guy to grow up." The dark skinned man said, a smile growing on his face.

"Why's that Vince?" The female asked.

"Well, I'm gonna teach him every sport, and help him be just as good as his Uncle Vinny. I'll make sure to make him the greatest baseball, basketball, and dodgeball player in the whole playground." He replied back, winking at the female.

"Well I'm going to teach him the strategies of war, and all the weapons, vehicles, and aircraft used in it. Heck, I might even tell him some of my battle stories and reenact them with little army men." Gus proclaimed.

"Oh no! That's far too violent for such a small creature. I'm going to recite poetry, and read him the finest works written by the greatest of writers." The larger blonde spoke.

"I'm going to give him daily presentations on the contribution of science, and once he reaches the appropriate age of 12, I'll purchase him his first chemistry set and together, he and I could conduct experiments, and maybe even build an invention or two." The female piped, her eyes gleaming.

"What are you excited for Teej?" Gus asked, cleaning the lens of his glasses with his olive shirt.

T.J. smiled, leaning forward and resting an arm on the glass, his other hand shoved into the pocket of his hoodie.

"Me? There's too much to list. I'm excited to buy him a telescope and go star gazing at night. Or to slip on a glove and play catch with him after work out on our front yard. Or maybe I'm more excited for the day him and I come back from the lumber warehouse and we begin to build his first tree house, and as we nail together some wood planks, we think over all the names that it could maybe have." He looked over to his friends standing beside him, and his smile grew wider as he looked into each of their eyes.

"Guys, all I know is that the moment I held him in my arms, it was like there was nothing in the world more important than him. At that moment, I just knew that I had to do everything and anything to make sure he's happy and healthy. Yea, I felt that way about Spinelli the first time her and I kissed, and I mean really kissed, but this time it was different. At first I wasn't sure I'd be ready for this dad stuff, with all the stress about raising him and finishing school and all that junk. But at that moment, I just knew that her and I made the right decision. And honestly guys, I've never been happier in my life."

They all stood stunned at their leader's speech, each moved in their own way, until the silence was broken yet again as Gus broke out into another fit of tears, his arms reaching around Mikey's neck as he buried his face into the larger man's shoulders. "It's all just so beautiful!" He muffled into the man's shoulder. T.J. let out a small chuckle as he looked back in through the window, hearing as Mikey once again attempted to comfort Gus into peace with a few rubs on his back.

"How's she doing?" T.J. asked, speaking more to Gretchen than anyone else.

"After the extensive labor, her body seems quite exhausted, but she refuses to rest. She wants to wait until the nurse returns to make sure that he's in good health."

He smirked. "That's Spinelli for ya."

"Mr. Detweiler?" A female voice spoke up. They all turned to see who it belonged to, and saw a petite blonde woman, maybe in her late 30's, standing behind the large group with a clipboard grasped tightly in her hands.

"Yes?" T.J. responded.

"After some testing, the baby seems to be in great health. We'll be wheeling him over to the room in just a couple of minutes." She smiled at him, wrinkling the corners of her eyes as she did so.

T.J. nodded at her and smiled. "Thank you."

With that, she walked off and disappeared behind a door near them.

They all turned to T.J., large smiles of excitement displayed on their faces.

"Well" he began. "This is it."

They all caught site of a figure emerging from behind the door into the room rowed up with the newborns, and noticed it was the same woman who had just spoken to them. She took a quick glance at her clipboard then briskly walked over to the bundle whose taken the attention of all the group members. Grabbing a hold of the bar protruding to the clear crib, she unlatched the break attached to the wheels and began to wheel him out, the both of them disappearing behind the same door she had emerged from moments ago. Vince clasped a hand onto T.J.s shoulders and offered him a warming smile.

"You're going to be a great dad."

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After walking down the corridor and turning a corner, the group of five arrived at a room located in the middle of the hall, its door open slightly ajar. T.J. slowly pushed it open wider, and was immediately greeted by the two older man who had paid him a visit earlier. They turned to face T.J. and offered him their own warming smiles. They then parted to let him walk through, and he was revealed the backs of two older woman bent over the hospital bed.

One he immediately recognized as how own mother, with her chestnut hair brushed back, a light blue sweater and a darker blue skirt reaching just below her knees, her usual petite height boosted by a pair of black closed toe heels. Beside her was another woman he recognized to be Mrs. Flo Spinelli. She definitely stood out from the two, with her brown hair styled up in a large 60's up do, held back by a pink band. She wore a tight white tank top that hugged her every curve, and teal pants with a pink pattern clung to her shaped legs. He heard one of the fathers clear their throat, though he wasn't sure which, and the two woman immediately turned and saw the figure that stood behind them.

"Oh Theodore! He's beautiful!" His mother exclaimed, as she rushed towards him and pulled him into a tight embrace, her face burying into his chest. She then pulled away then grasped his chin, forcing him to look down at her.

"Now remember Theodore! He must be fed every hour and a half! And don't forget to burp him after! And remember, when you change him, always put a good amount of baby powder, and- Oh T.J.! My little baby is a father!" She forced him into another tight embrace, tears slowly falling down her cheeks.

"Mom, come on, you don't have to worry. He'll be fine." She pulled away and looked up at him through her misty eyes, her blue eyes searching into his.

"Oh T.J, how did you grow up so fast."

He shrugged, and smiled down at her. With one hand, she grasped at his chin and pulled his head towards her, and with her free hand she removed the cap off his head. Once he was close enough, she tip toed up and planted a kiss on his forehead. He stood up straight as she handed him back his cap, then placed it back onto his head, backwards of course. He then looked over to the other woman, and she quickly pulled him into her own tight embrace.

"Oh T.J., he really is beautiful." She pulled back but kept her hands clenched tightly on his shoulders.

"Now remember, whenever you ever need a babysitter, just call, I'll be happy to watch, no matter what. And if you guys ever want to visit, just let us know and we'll be happy to have you guys over. And don't forget about what your mother said, there is no such thing as too much baby powder. Now I remember back when Pookie was just a month old, Bob forgot to put some ointment on her little tushy and that night she ended up getting a big ra-"

"Ma!" A female voice rang out from behind, cutting the woman off of her story.

"Oh Ashley, sweetie, it happens to a lot of babies! It happened to Joey and Vitto too!" She leaned closer to T.J. and whispered. "Which reminds me, be careful trusting Bob with changing the diapers. He slips up from time to time." She flashed a smile, to which T.J. gladly returned.

"Thanks Mrs. Spinelli."

"Oh T.J., dear, call me Flo."

She stepped aside to let T.J. by. Taking his eyes off the older woman, he looked to the hospital bed, and his smile grew wider at the sight. In the bed, laid a young woman, whose raven black hair was messily picked up in a ponytail, chunks of it falling out from the grip of the elastic and hanging around her slender face. Her skin glistened in the dim lighting of the room, and her dark, almond shaped eyes looked down at the blue bundle nestled in her arms. Though her hair was a mess, small bags lay under her exotic eyes, and her skin was moist with sweat, she was still the most beautiful woman he's ever laid his eyes on. She pulled her gaze away from the small wrapped form and looked up at him, the corner of her lip curling into a smirk.

"Heya Teej."

"Hey."

She scooted over on the bed, and he sat on the space she made available for him. The two looked back down at small bundle in her arms, and with caution, T.J. slowly pulled back on the blanket, revealing the small round face that was hidden within. He had a small round nose, turned up slightly at the end, and short black hair that seemed to go every which way. His large eyes was shut close and his mouth was curled. He squirmed slightly in her grasp, his small hand reaching out above him before he snuggled back into her nestled arms.

The rest of the room stepped closer, and they all huddled around the two on the bed, everyone's attention being on the exposed face of the newborn.

"He's got your nose Teej." Vince spoke up.

"And he seems to have inherited your hair Spinelli." Gretchen spoke, pushing her glasses up on the bridge of her nose.

Spinelli brought a finger up to his cheek and slowly began to stroke it, her eyes staring lovingly onto him. The baby squirmed once again and with a small grasp, his tiny hand wrapped around Spinellis finger, clenching it tightly into his own.

Spinelli chuckled. "He's definitely got the Spinelli grip."

They all watched in silence as the baby lay still, only fidgeting around once or twice, until finally, for the first time that night, he pried open his large eyes, revealing the same deep blue eyes his father has. Many in the huddle gasped, all mesmerized by the light shade of his eyes.

"He's got T.J.'s eyes!" Gus exclaimed excitedly.

His large blue eyes wandered around his surroundings, stopping to take a good look at each of the figure huddled above him. His curious eyes finally stopped on T.J., and loosening the grip over Spinellis finger, he out stretched his arm towards T.J., his hands making a movement as if to try to grasp at something. T.J. raised his own hand and lightly took hold of the babies, his thumb stroking against the small nubs that are the baby's fingers. T.J. smirked down at him, and in a hushed voice, he spoke to the new born.

"Welcome home little guy."

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Whooooooa! Yay I finished! And sooner than I expected, which means now that I got this chapter out of my head, I can focus on my other story. Or at least try to. So hopefully, I can update this soon. This isn't a one shot, though it might seem like it is, it isn't. So now, go review. Reviews make me happy and inspired, and the more I'm inspired, the more I'm willed to write. SO REVIEW MY READERS, REVIEW!