AN: Hellooo I'm back! I've missed writing for Lyatt so much! I originally wrote this story as a suits fic but I loved it so much I had to make it Lyatt as well. If you also watch suits I highly suggest you go check out my other story, What Happens Now. It's a Darvey story with Timeless mixed in :o

Pouring himself a cup of coffee Wyatt looked out of the large windows of his apartment, a view completely different than any place he has ever lived. After nearly a year of fighting along side their future selves the team was finally able to take down Rittenhouse and save Rufus. As soon as the last cell door was shut on those Rittenhouse lunatics both time machines were immediately dismantled. That was two years ago. Agent Christopher gave them the all clear to move out of the bunker and reunite with their families. Rufus and Jiya were thrilled, Lucy looked like someone had kicked a puppy in front of her. With her mother dead and Amy still gone, no matter how many attempts they made to save her, she had no family left. Wyatt didn't either. There was no way to prove the level of Jessica's involvement within Rittenhouse so she had gotten a lighter sentence than the others. They were expecting her to be out any day now, not that Wyatt cared. Whether dead or locked in a cell forever Wyatt wanted nothing to do with her. Lucy and him collectively decided to move to New York. They claimed they wanted a change of scenery and a fresh start but they really just wanted to be as far away from Mason Industries as physically possible. Jiya and Rufus promised to follow them one day but they just got reunited with their families so they couldn't just up and leave like Lucy and Wyatt could. It hurt to leave their friends behind but this is what was best. San Francisco held too many painful memories.

Wyatt walked over to his living room, he sat down on the couch and as soon as he propped his feet up on the coffee table he heard a knock at the door. His body instantly stiffened, switching into soldier mode. Agent Christopher had helped him and Lucy find their apartments. There was a total of three people on this earth who knew his address. One of them was all the way across the country and the other wouldn't be awake for at least another two hours. Grabbing his gun and tucking it into his waistband he moved suspiciously towards the door. He opened the door and was practically thrown a baby.

Wyatt could count on one hand the number of times he's held a baby. As he gently swayed the child he leaned against the counter, trying to fight off a panic attack. His mind swirled as he went over the whirlwind of events that happened that morning. In a matter of five minutes he went from relaxing on his couch, about to go for a run to being roughly handed a baby and a diaper bag by a distraught woman at his door wearing sunglasses and a hat.

"He's yours" was all the mystery woman spoke before she took off down the hall leaving Wyatt dumbfounded and holding a crying infant. That was over an hour ago. It took Wyatt 45 minutes to get him to stop crying, he was sure the neighbors were going to call the police. It took another 15 minuets, and apparently, the sound of the faucet running, to get him to fall asleep which brings Wyatt to now. As Wyatt rocked the sleeping child back and forth he spotted the diaper bag, surely there must be a letter or something. Looking around for somewhere to put the baby down his eyes landed on the door to his bedroom. Laying him down in the middle of the bed he built a pillow fort around the baby, praying he wouldn't roll over and fall off. Walking back into the kitchen he emptied the contents of the bag onto the counter. The last thing that floated out was a folded piece of paper, 'Wyatt' was written in a neat cursive. Skimming the words his suspicions were confirmed.

He is definitely his son

His name is Henry

He's 10 months' old

As Wyatt began to inspect the other contents of the bag a sharp cry pierced through the apartment. Another 45 minuets of soothing later Wyatt realized he was in way over his head. He took out his phone and pressed the first number on his speed dial, silently begging for an answer.

"Wyatt it's 8 am on a Saturday, this better be pretty important!" Lucy grumbled through the phone, she was definitely not a morning person. Wyatt winced and instantly felt bad for calling her this early but he was desperate. He took a deep breath before continuing,

"Lucy please come over I need your help." He whispered.

"Why are you whispering." She sounded more annoyed.

"I'll explain when you get here just please hurry." A slight panic filled his voice. He heard her sigh and mumble something before replying,

"You owe me Logan." 30 minutes later she was at his apartment, drink carrier holding two strong coffees in one hand, the other raised to knock on the door. Before her knuckles made contact the door swung open. The sarcastic comment Lucy had locked and loaded died on her tongue when she saw baby in Wyatt's arms. Looking at the child Lucy guessed he couldn't be more than nine or ten months' old. The baby looked at her with wide piercing blue eyes, a dead giveaway for who's child this probably was. She then took in the small curls of dark brown hair. It was an eerie combination, if she didn't know better….

"Uh Wyatt did we have a child that I don't know about?" She asked making her way into the apartment. She smiled as she heard a light chuckle from the man.

"Oh believe me, you'd know if you had my baby, Lucy." He flirted, he surprised himself with that comment. They had only just gotten back to being friends again. After the whole mess with Jessica things were tense for a while. He was worried making such a suggestive comment would be pushing the boundaries they indirectly drew but luckily she didn't seem upset by it. Henry started fussing before Lucy could form a response. She quickly snatched the baby out of Wyatt's arms and handed him the drinks. Going to set them on the kitchen counter he smiled at the sight he saw when he turned back around. Lucy stood there raising the baby above her head and making funny noises, the baby squealed with laughter. In less than two seconds Henry went from the brink of a meltdown to happy, Wyatt was astonished, Lucy definitely has that effect on people.

"How did you do that?" Wyatt stood in awe, watching the two Wyatt's chest tightened. Lucy in a t-shirt and jeans, hair tied up, no make-up, waltzing around his apartment with a dark-haired baby boy it all just seemed… right.

"What's the little cuties name?" Lucy cooed at the boy.

"I'm Wyatt, Lucy you know that." He teased. She smiled and rolled her eyes.

"I meant the baby." She said as she shifted the baby to her hip.

"Henry, the note says his name is Henry." Wyatt walked over to the counter and fished around for the piece of paper. Lucy sucked in a breath.

"What's wrong" Wyatt asked, immediately concerned.

"It's nothing" Lucy deflected, embarrassed about being affected by something so trivial. Wyatt raised an eyebrow and she caved, "it's just ever since I was a kid I dreamed of having a little boy," she softy stroked the baby's soft curls, debating whether she should share the rest of her story, "named Henry." Wyatt's gaze met hers, he watched as she continued to run her fingers through the child's hair. Both unsure what to say to Lucy's confession.

"Why did you call me Wyatt?" She sighed putting her hand on the hip not currently supporting the baby. He had to fight back a laugh, she looked like such a mom. Baby on her hip while simultaneously giving him a stern look.

"I didn't know what to do, she just showed and handed him to me. I figured you would know what to do." He shrugged.

"What so you see breasts and instantly think mommy?" she fired. Wyatt not so discreetly shifted his gaze down to her chest just like he had done in the jail cell and then back up with his signature smirk. "You're shameless" she laughed. "Do you remember who left him, I'm sure there's something legally we can do."

"She showed up in a hat with sunglasses covering half her face, she was gone before I even registered that she was there." Wyatt sighed and sat down on a bar stool, he rubbed his hands across his face before looking back at Lucy and Henry, "I couldn't even tell you what color hair she had."

"I'm going to take a wild guess and say brown" Lucy laughed. Wyatt softly exhaled, clearly not in the mood for jokes.

"That doesn't make any sense I haven't slept with anybody since-"

"Wyatt…" she warned. Yep now was definitely not the time to rehash the old Jessica wound.

Wyatt just groaned and put his head in his hands. "Please Lucy, I don't know what to do. I'm completely out of my element here." Wyatt held his breath as he watched Lucy continue to run her fingers through the baby's hair, pretending to think about it. Eventually her face broke out into a smile.

"Fine but we're going to have to go shopping, you have absolutely nothing here for a baby."

AN: I hope you liked it! Please review so I know if you guys are interested in the story!