1927. Dimitri Zaitzev had had a long night. His girlfriend of about 5 months had her baby late in the evening. He had been right by her side with the doctor in the bed they shared, and her father was in the living room where he had slept that night. Rebeca gave birth to a handsome and healthy baby boy there at home and while Dimitri wasn't the boy's biological father, he was more a part of the child's life than the biological father was or ever would be. Dimitri was happy to claim the son as his own. He loved Rebeca more than he had ever thought he could love a woman and he was thrilled beyond belief when she told him what she wanted to name the child. Michael William Dimitriovich Zaitzev. It was a little later in the morning than he thought it would be when he finally picked up the phone to call his parents. Nikolai Zaitsev looked up when one of the maids came into the dining room where the family usually ate their breakfast. The phone? So early in the morning? He shrugged and excused himself from his family and walked over to the phone. "Hello?" "It's Dimitri." The young man said in Russian. "I uh...Rebeca had the baby last night." He couldn't keep the smile out of his voice no matter how hard he tried. "She did? How did it go? Is she alright? Is the baby alright?" He laughed. "Everything's fine. It's a boy and we'd really like it if you guys came over. Her father's here, and Pete might stop by later, but we want you to meet him..." "Him? It's a boy?" The older man laughed happily. "Wonderful! We're in the middle of breakfast, but we'll be over in...an hour and a half?" "Well, we'll be here." He laughed. "It isn't like we can just jump up and run off anywhere." "Wonderful. Wonderful. I am so happy for the both of you. Get some rest. We will be over soon." The pair hung up and Nikolai walked back into the kitchen, grinning broadly at his family. "Rebeca had the baby last night. They're both fine and they want us to come over and meet him." He looked at his wife, pride in his eyes. He was a grandfather now apparently. It was weird, but wonderful.