Graceland 𖤓 J. Katsopolis

Our Very First Night

Vivian had finally trusted Jesse and Joey to change Michelle's diaper again, but she was quick to learn her mistake as she entered into the room, chatting with Danny about the plans for his special that he was planning on figure skating.

As they entered the room, they froze, watching as Joey and Jesse held Michelle up in their arms, multiple diapers and onesies tied around the giggling baby.

The two men looked towards them, exclaiming loudly and lifting Michelle up higher in their arms, "Ta-da!"

Danny was unenthused, "Gentlemen... Tarzan, who was raised in the jungle by apes, went to bed in better shape than that baby."

Jesse shrugged, "Big deal - you're talking about a guy who wore diapers his entire life!"

Vivian giggled, moving forward to hug herself into Jesse's side, "You're lucky that she won't remember this."

Joey looked down at little Michelle, "Yeah, well I wish that we could say the same. I'll never get the image of what this little baby created out of my mind. She might rival Picasso."

Vivian's nose scrunched as she listened to him talk about Michelle's dirty diaper, and she reached out and rubbed the little girl's arm, "Don't listen to him, Michelle, he's just jealous that he only knows how to draw stick figures."

Baby Michelle clapped her hands together, not really understanding, and Danny cut in. "I really appreciate the effort, you two, but I'll take it from here."

Jesse scoffed from beside Vivian, "Oh yeah, now that all the work is done." He grinned, "Good night, Michelle."

Then, as expected, Joey's little 'baby' voice cut in, "Good night, Uncle Jesse. Next time you see me, I'll have a big surprise for you - a Michelle original. I don't care how many diapers I have on - ha, ha, ha!"

Danny grabbed poor Michelle from Joey's arms, looking down at him with quirked brows, "Give me my kid!"

Adjusting her in his arms, Danny looked down at his daughter, "Oh, Michelle, you really are a good sport."

Vivian grinned from beside Jesse, pulling him away with the arms that she'd looped around his waist. He had started decorating their room, and she wanted to complete the work before she fell asleep.

"C'mon, handsome."

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Vivian was steaming some of their clothes, while Jesse was working on hanging some posters on the wall. He looked over at her for a moment, before doing a double take, "Oh, no, no - Viv, babe, you've got to be careful with the silk top. It's vintage, huh?"

Vivian dropped the shirt that she was holding and looked up at her boyfriend with a deadpan stare, "Seriously, Jess? This isn't your mother's chiffon, it'll be fine."

He put the poster down, walking over and taking it from her hands, "Uh huh, and clearly you don't remember that time that you put your cashmere sweater in the wash - it wouldn't have even fit Michelle after you were done with it."

Vivian squinted her eyes and crossed her arms, "Hey, sue me for trying to help out around the house."

He looked at her pointedly, as he carefully steamed his top, "Babe, I love that you want to help, but there are some things that should be kept sacred. Like the two-hundred-dollar cashmere sweater that I bought you for Christmas, or this vintage silk. It's very delicate."

Vivian snorted, watching as he gently caressed the 'delicate' fabric. "I swear that you love your clothes more than you love me, sometimes."

As he finished, he gently hung the top onto a hanger and placed it in the closet, "It's a close call. The only thing that's ever hugged me as well as you do is my leather jacket, alright?"