Hey! Sorry I haven't updated in for freaking ever! I just had so much school work going on! Anyways, I am on spring break, so I will be able to update a lot this week! Hope you enjoy!

Mary's POV (Michael is now 5 months old)

I stepped out of the shower, wringing out my wet hair. I yawned a long yawn. Even a hot shower and coffee couldn't wake me up this morning. I hadn't been sleeping a lot lately. Michael had been crying all day and night for weeks now. No one could get him to stop, and the doctor told me there was nothing physically wrong with him and that is was probably just a stage.

I hadn't been to the hospital to visit Joey in 2 weeks. I couldn't bring myself to go back. Every step, every second in that hospital just reminded me of my mother, and how it turned out for her. IT also reminded me of Michael, and how his father had never been able to be there for him. Or me.

I brushed out my hair, letting it go natural. Applying some mascara, then getting dressed, I made my way to the living room, where Tami was holding a screaming Michael. "He won't stop screaming!" She practically shouted, only resulting in him crying even harder.

I sighed, close to crying myself, purely out of frustration of the situation I was in. "I know… Here, let me see him." I said, and she passed him over gratefully. I rocked, I jumped, and I swayed, and spun, sat, and bounced. And nothing successfully got him to stop crying. He screamed in to my chest, and then bit me. On my boob! I sucked in a breath and pulled his mouth from my flesh. "Oww!"

I looked down to see that he had actually broken through my skin, and I was now bleeding. I set Michael down on a play mat, and stopped the bleeding with a tissue.

"Mary, maybe you should bring Michael to go see Joey." Tami said, quietly.

"You want me to bring a screaming infant to the quietest ward in the hospital?" I asked, incredulously.

"Think about it. He only started this after you stopped visiting Joey with him."

"Okay." I replied, willing to do anything to stop the screaming.

We visited Joey 2 hours later.

And Tami was right. The second we stepping to Joey's room, Michael's tears cleared, and he was silent. Then, as quickly as he was quiet, he was asleep. I sighed, tears brimming in my eyes, I was so relieved.

I gently set him down in his carrier, making sure not to wake him up. Then I went and curled up against Joey in his small hospital bed. I yawned again, and then fell asleep, comforted by Joey's presence.

I awoke to the feeling of being watched. My head snapped up, and I suddenly remembered where I was. The hospital. I still couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Looking around curiously, I saw that Michael was still fast asleep.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a movement. My head whipped around and I was met with a pair of breathtakingly familiar eyes looking at me.

"Joey." I whispered. He just looked at me blankly, and then averted his eyes down. "Can you hear me?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yeah." His voice was weak from not being used in 7 months, but I still heard it. Then I realized his hands were on my flat stomach. I could tell he was confused, and he just stared, trying to take it in.

Then we heard Michael, crying, letting the world know he was awake. Joey's eyes snapped up at the sound, staring at the baby carrier. He stayed silent for a minute before asking, "Can I hold him?"

I smiled, and nodded. I got up, picked Michael out of his carrier, and set him in Joey's arms. "What's his name?" He asked me.

"Michael."

"Michael…" He said, waiting for me to full in the blanks.

"Well, his last name is Parker, but you get to decide his middle name." I told him, hoping he liked the idea.

A large smile graced his face. "Really?" I nodded. "I'll need some time to think that one over." His smile stayed on his face as he hummed a familiar tune.

"You remember that?" I asked.

"Remember what?" He asked, looking at me as if I was insane.

"That song. I sang it to you when you were in the coma."

"Oh…" He frowned. He obviously didn't remember. "What happened to me?"

"Baby, you got in a car wreck. You hit your head."

"I was gone."

I nodded.

"I wasn't there. You… You did all this without me." He said, taking it all in.

"I know."

"I'm sorry."

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