A/N: This does not mean that I've stopped Ohio. Don't worry. In fact, I function better when I have more things going on because it helps me avoid writer's block. Anyway, this is totally different from Ohio except for the fact that it's another AU. It's more romantic and cute (hopefully...) and less dramatic than Ohio. I really need to work on the romance thing, because I have this original fiction story and when I try to write the (very few) romantic parts, they kind of suck. So this story might kind of suck, too. Just as a warning. Another warning: this story WILL take a back seat to Ohio if necessary, so it's hard to say when the regular updates will be. But I'll try to do it as much as possible. Also, a little of the explicit stuff and a little more of the implied stuff for reasons that will soon become clear. Whew. That was a long author's note.

Summary: "Sleeping with Aiden was the best mistake I ever made." "Why's that?" "Because it gave me my son. And it gave me you." Spencer and Ashley's son tells the story of how they met to his kids.

"Who wants to hear a bed time story?" I ask the two girls snuggled up in the same bed and the little boy on the one just to the right of them. Even though they have a perfectly good bunk bed, the twins Rebecca and Annabelle still refuse to sleep apart. I guess that comes with being six years old and having a sibling. I wouldn't know, being an only child and all. But my wife, who comes from a family of six kids, assures me that it's normal me.

"Make it a good one, Daddy!" the voice of my little man pipes up from the bed to my right. Finn is a mere four years old, but is always eager to listen attentively. The twins on the other hand, well, they can be a handful sometimes.

I chuckle and pat him on the leg. "You wanna hear a good one?" I question enthusiastically.

And like the cute kids they are, they respond with an emphatic, "Yes!"

"Okay, okay." I give in and think for a second. Even with the overactive imagination I get from being an artist, I'm running out of stories. These kids want one every night, and, unfortunately, they remember everything. So sometimes it's incredibly difficult to come up with a good one. But tonight I'm feeling nostalgic.

"Wanna hear the story about how your grandmas met?"

"Which ones?" Annabelle wonders. She probably thinks I mean the grandmothers from both sides of the family. They met in a way that's all-too-inappropriate for children under the age of thirteen. But that's not what I mean.

"My mommies," I say with a smile on my face.

"Is there lots of kissing?" Finn looks timid at this mention of romantic activity.

I laugh and ruffle his hair. "Not too much, squirt. Remember, I was only seven years old when they met."

"That's still older than us, and we see you and Mommy kissing all the time," Rebecca points out.

"But me and your mom were in a pre-established relationship when you came into the picture; your grandmas weren't," I tell them, but I expect it go right over their heads.

"What's that mean?" the twins ask together.

"What's pre-established?" Finn interjects, slurring his words.

"Calm down, calm down," I chuckle. "Do you guys want to hear it?"

"Is it romantic?" Annabelle asks.

"Does it have cool spaceships?" Finn puts in.

"Or ninjas?" Rebecca adds.

I sigh and lean back. "Well, there's a lot of things in there, but ninjas and spaceships aren't some of them. There were a lot of cops though. And bad guys. And a few explosions."

"Cool!" Finn and Rebecca exclaim.

"Is it romantic?" Annabelle repeats.

I give them a sly smile. "You'll just have to wait and find out. That is, if you want to hear the story."

"I wanna hear it most!" Finn proclaims. And soon the room is abuzz with shouts of, "No, I wanna hear it most," and, "Nuh-uh!"

"Clam down, kids." I've always used that expression since it makes them giggle quietly for a moment and then forget what they had been all worked up about before. "I'll tell you if you just be quiet. Now. Has everyone brushed their teeth and gone to the bathroom?"

They all nod their heads eagerly. Finn's eyes even grow wide with anticipation.

The story of my moms is one I remember well. I think that for as long as I live, I'll be able to recall every last detail of it. Mum is the person who saved me from becoming like Mom. In essence she saved my life. Who knows what I could've been if she hadn't been there? It's not like I was off on the path of true evil before, but her love definitely kept me grounded on my worst days.

"Get on with it!" Annabelle urges.

"Alright, alright," I joke. "You kids are so insistent." Then I dive and start tickling her. She goes into a fit of hilarity as Rebecca valiantly tries to pull me off of her.

"Finn! We need back-up!" she yells to him. Quick as lightning, Finn bolts out of bed and is on top of me, wrestling to get Annabelle back.

"Daddy's too strong!" Finn giggles. "We need Mommy to help us."

"Mommy!" Rebecca screams. Loudly. She almost bursts my eardrum, she's so loud.

Sure enough my wife Casey bounds in to come to the rescue of her poor daughter. But once she surveys the scene, it's clear she's somewhere in between angry and amused. "Help me, honey!" I call teasingly. "They've got me."

Casey gives me what she wishes is a glare, but it turns out to be more of a laughing reprimanding glare. She plucks Finn off of me and rolls Rebecca to the side. Then she grabs me by the collar and pulls me up. "Everyone happy now?"

"No!" Finn struggles to get out of her grasp, but she restraints him, all while giving me a look that clearly says this my fault. "We gotta get Daddy!"

"I think you've gotten Daddy enough for one night." As Casey tucks Finn neatly under his covers, Annabelle and Rebecca settle back into their previous spots and stare up at me expectantly. I pretend not to know why. But a "lightbulb" goes off in my head and I snap my fingers.

"Oh," I say overdramatically, and they giggle. "You want the story."

"Yes!" Annabelle and Rebecca wiggle even more with excitement.

"So here it goes-"

But Casey cuts me off after she finishes with Finn. "Everybody ready for bed?" Somebody wasn't listening to her husband.

"No," Annabelle informs her with a pout. "Daddy was going to tell us a story."

Casey sighs. "Sweetie, you know I love you, but you also know it's bedtime." She puts her hand on my shoulder and gives me a disappointed look.

"But it's Friday night," I protest, much in the style of my children. This makes them giggle until Casey shoots them a half-joking glare to get them quiet.

"And it's supposed to be a real good story," Rebecca adds bravely. I love Casey to no end, but sometimes I think she scares the kids a little too much when she's being a disciplinarian.

She's also too curious. "Which story?"

"How Ash-Ash and Mammy met," Rebecca says gleefully.

Casey's resolve is breaking, I can tell. She loves this story, too, mostly because she's such a sucker for romance, and my moms' story is really romantic. "Fine," she grumbles. "But on one condition?"

"What? What?" Rebecca and Annabelle chorus.

She sits down on Finn's bed snuggles under the covers. He giggles and gets as close to her and possible, his thumb permanently stuck in his mouth. "That I get to listen."

"Done." I lean over and give her a quick kiss of thanks, which I receive a you-so-owe-me response to.

"Daddy, can you come sit with us?" Annabelle tugs on my shirt sleeve.

I simply get up off the space in the floor between their two beds and hop onto the edge of my daughters'. They come up on either side of me, dragging their ratty old blankets they got the day they were born. Annabelle's is green and Rebecca's is yellow. I've never told them, but I got two different colors so I could tell them apart as little babies. I put my arms around them and begin the story.

"It all started on a rainy Monday morning when I was just seven years old..."