I had another dream, this one was back when that witch tricked our minds at Midway City.

The first one that I dream about was my family, the one I lost before things went to shit. I saw her, Grace, how beautiful she looked there and watching me as my two kids slept there on the couch. It was a heartache, a big heartache that made it feel more real than anything else before. For a split, second I thought it was real enough, that the witch could change it.

For only for a second, that's when I woke up.

The second dream was more out of place, maybe a thought more than a dream really, and it threw me for a loop. I was back in some kind of club out in New Orleans. The music was beyond loud, some kind of house band that was playing rock music and the sound was blaring in the speakers that were along the walls and from the stage. It was dark, the lights were low and tinted blue and purple. People were moving around and next to me as I was looking in the mirror at my own reflection. But it wasn't me, not the tattooed gang member me that I was seeing.

Naw, it was before all that shit when down.

My brown hair short and trimmed down, my face clear and almost looking different from what I was used to. I had a smooth face, almost looking way too young and feeling out of place in being in that kind of place as I was wearing jeans, sneakers, a shirt with a light jacket over it. Did I belong there? I looked at myself in confusion, this was what I looked like before I was a gang member? Was this real? Looking over to my left, I saw the dance floor there with the people jumping up and down with the band, my body for some reason finding its way over to the dance floor itself and pushing past the people there that were dancing and in their own worlds. I was feeling the vibrations of the music against my skin there, in which I looked down and saw none of my tattoos there along my skin.

Hello again,

Friend of a friend,

I knew you when

Our common goal

was waiting for

the world to end

I was seeing the people there, none of them I thought I would be around in real life. This place felt like an escape for people, almost like a safe haven and I was still wondering what was going on and what I was doing. It wasn't until I saw someone push pass me lightly, not in an aggressive way but it a regular manner to move with the music, when I saw something that seemed familiar, almost too familiar.

A diamond tattoo, along her neck.

Rose?

Now that the truth

Is just a rule

that you can bend

You crack the white

shape-shift and trick

the past again

The Bass line was thumping against my pulse now as I looked at the young woman who went past me, dancing along with the music by herself and her eyes closed. She was no skinny lady, her curves along her hips and legs moved along in time within the music and her hair flying with every bob of the beat. She was wearing a long dress that came to her knees and the back to her mid-calf, it was olive and dark against her pale skin and a denim long-sleeved jacket over her arms and shoulders. Her freckles danced on her skin there even from afar, and her tattoo on the back of her neck was vibrant and yet dark.

I was pulled to her.

I'll send you my love, on a wire

Lift you up every time, everyone

pulls away, ooh, from you…

I was moving towards her without even knowing what I was doing, somehow going along with the music and feeling something under my skin as bubbling up and over like a hot fever from just seeing her. She was in her own mind and was enjoying it, nothing was shaking her and making her think twice, it was interacting for me to look at. I was close enough now for her look over her shoulder at me now, having me see her fully now in the face.

Bright green eyes, it was Rose.

She grinned at me, a genuine smile now as the smile went on and we stood there, looking at each other and everything else seemed to be going on, time wasn't stopping as I drank her in. The look of the lights there in the club on her round but firm face, how her teeth ere seen there behind her lips and how she almost smelled like both beer and a hint of lavender was making me feel dizzy. She reached out, her dark purple fingernails there touching my own hands there as I looked down at our joined fingertips. Why wasn't she reacting to my hot touch there, nor was I reacting to her cool temperature? Something felt off there, it was as if…

As if we were humans.

"Dance with me?" She asked, her southern drawl of an accent was making me dizzy all over again. My arms were around her waist, her arms around my neck as we were dancing together with the new rock song that came on over the speaker. It felt…normal and almost right at the same time. The both of us…normal and not running from something or fight. I was lost in it for a few solid seconds, just being able to feel her there in my arms there.

What's going to left of the world if you're not in it

What going to be left of the world, oh.

Every minute of every hour,

I miss I miss you I miss you more.

Every stumble and each misfire

I miss you I miss you more.

It was then that I knew something was wrong. This was not us, as much as I wanted it to be. Something was wrong, it felt wrong there as I looked down at her face, her beautiful face that I knew and fell in love with. There was something there along her eye, against her skin like a dent. It made me look at her with wide eyes now as I knew what it was. That bastard, he did that to her.

Her scar.

He did that to her because of who she was, what she was. How was it that it was still there if she wasn't a metahuman in that sick of a….dream? This had to be a dream, no matter how good to felt to just hold her close and breathe her in, to be close neigh to kiss her. This was real.

As soon as I pushed away from her, the dream was done.

I woke up with a gasp, seeing the high ceiling above me there and I felt like I was about to have a heart attack from what I saw. That same dream, again, was back in my mind now as I was looking at the shadows from the trees outside the house. It was windy that night, the trees near the house were tapping along the edges and the windows now in the early hours of the morning. I was getting used to it since the silence of the prison was too familiar to me. Rose went through the same thing, no longer she couldn't sleep at night.

Speaking of which.

I looked over, seeing her on her side of the bed fast asleep. She didn't hear me gasp out from my dream not did she move. She was a pretty good sleep these days, having me reach out to her and see the tattoos on my arms and hands there, another reality check that the dream I was had just that, a dream. I hated that dream, hated it and envied it. It was almost a reminder that Rose and I could have met when I wasn't a gang member and she wasn't trying to run from her family. We could have been together, could we? It almost felt like it as I touched her arm there closest to me, feeling her stir a bit but still stay asleep. I could watch her for hours on end, still not understanding how I fell in love with her and her with me. It didn't make sense, it wasn't even goddamn logically sane. I was rough, she was soft. I was fire and uncertainty, she was toughness and stability.

We were opposites that were attracted to one another.

I heard small footsteps at the opening of the bedroom door, having me retreat my hand from Rose's arm and look past her at the door, seeing a small silhouette at the door holding the handle there. I looked a bit concerned now as figure spoke up.

"Daddy?"

I knew that voice she had, she would rarely use it since she was far too positive. I rubbed my face and sat up on the bed, seeing a better view of her now as I moved out of the bed without waking Rose. I walked along the hardwood floor, avoiding the edge of the bed which was my bad habit from time to time now as I squatted down in front of her. She was hearing one of her pajama dresses, her long hair framing her face.

My daughter Mary.

"What's wrong, baby?" I asked her in a quiet tone, seeing her lip quivering and how she was almost on the verge of tears.

"I can't sleep, daddy. The house is making noises," She explained to me softly, her green eyes were making me a sucker for her since she looked too much like her mother. She was too gentle and kind, something that I loved about her.

"Come here," I said to her, holding out one hand and see her instantly mold into my arms there, wrapping both of her arms around me and cuddling into me close. I breathed her in, smelling the strawberry shampoo that she used for her bath, "I'll tuck you into bed."

"But daddy, I'm scared," She said to me as I picked her up and felt her wrap her legs around my waist within an instant.

"You don't have to be scared, mi amor," I reminded her as we walked down the dim hallway with the nightlights showing us the way to her room, "You know your mommy and I will protect you, right?"

"I know, daddy," She said to me as she rested her head near my neck there,"You and mommy will protect me from anything." It pained me to hear her say that as if it was etched in her brain for her to remember. But it was one of those things that Rose and I would remind her if something were to happen to her that her mother and I would protect her and not let anything happen to her.

It was fucked up situation, to be honest.

I opened the door into her room, seeing the tints of pink and green on her walls there as well as a wide window that was looking out into the forest behind the green curtains. She had plenty of toys and things in her room that made it look cluttered, which was ironic since her room was bigger than our room. Her bed was against the wall near the window, and I could see the big shadows of the trees there along her wall.

"You feel like goin' to sleep yet?" I asked her as I walked her over to her bed, she shook her head there and I had to think of what I could do to help her get to sleep. When she was up, she was up, there was no real way to have her go to sleep on her own. Rose and I would have to tag team to get Mary to go to sleep, so now it was my turn. One of the things I would do with her, though her mother would not really approve of it, made me look at Mary now with a raised eyebrow.

"You feel like coloring?"

"What made you wake up?"

"The noises. They sounded scary,"

"I've heard you growl at me when you were a lion in your school play. That is scary,"

"No uh, daddy,"

I giggled as she was sitting in my lap, her back against my chest and she had one of my arms in front of her, coloring my tattoos that were there with one of her washable markers. This was one of the things that we would do together, Mary coloring my tattoos and giving them some life there. I thought it would be a negative stigma for her to have a tattooed ex-gang member for a father, but God bless that little girl for seeing me as more than her father.

As her everything.

"Daddy," Mary said to me as she was getting a green marker out of from her box that was next to her, "How did you meet mommy?"

"Why you wanna know?" I asked her as she stuck her tongue again.

"Tell me, please?" She asked me, all too innocently now as I grinned, once again not able to say no to her at all. She looked back at me now, the dim room there still not able to tone down her green eyes that were shining from the bluest tint of the moon. How was I going to voice it to her, to say it in a way that not only she would understand, but not make it a burden as well? How much could she understand?

"I met mommy awhile ago, and we had to help save the world," Sure, most of it was a lie. But then again, it would be worst to tell her that I was called a villain and her mother was almost in prison for something that was out of her control. Hell, we both were.

"From bad guys?" She asked now as she moved onto a blue marker.

"Yeah, yeah from bad guys," I answered her, "It was the both of us and some others too."

"I like them, daddy," She voiced to me, having me grin from how she was talking about both Boomerang and Deadshot. They were great with her, along the rest of the squad. None of them were ever ill towards her as if she was part of the gang already. It was reassuring, at least it was to me, that she had a family within a family. We sat there together, in the darkness of her bedroom there as she was doodling away on my arm and having me feel the tingling of the marker against my skin. I felt as though I could fall asleep there with her in my arms, another safe place for me to believe in that could bring me out of the darkness and of doubt. But it reminded me, once again, of my old family in the past that I lost and how it was still a dull pain there with me. The pain that I tried to bury, it would come up every once in awhile when I wasn't ready for it.

"You look sad, daddy," I was brought back to my thoughts as Mary was looking right at me now, her look there reminded me of Rose. She had the same look, the look of concern and worry there. Did I look sad to her? I felt terrible as I shook my head at her.

"I'm not sad, baby," I said to her now in a calm manner, seeing her carefully move the markers off her lap and not the floor, moving over to snuggle into me and I wrapped both of my arms around her. I rest my chin on top of her head and she felt warm herself against me.

"Don't be sad, daddy," She reminded me softly as I stroked her hair, "I don't like it when you're sad."

"I know you don't," I added to her, "You gonna protect me too?"

"Always," She replied to me, almost like a mantra that she would use on me,"I like you when you're happy."

"You know what makes me happy?" I asked her in a curious manner, seeing her grin against me now as she nodded her head, her hair tickling my skin.

"You like to cook, have me give you tattoos," She explained as if she was reading off a laundry list, "And you listen to music all the time, you play with me outside and I get to tackle you."

"Be nice," I teased her, hearing her giggle there in my arms as I poked her in the side, "You make me happy, beautiful."

"So does mommy," I paused when she said that, sounding so sure about it as I was thinking back to the simple phrase that she told me. Her mother made me happy, which was the most truthful thing I have eve heard of and thought as true in my life. Rose made me more than happy, all from her simple kindness and need to be selfless and good. There was always a doubtful thought that I didn't deserve someone like Rose, that we both were never supposed to be together and be this happy. But ti did, and it made me happy where I was as I kissed Mary's hair.

"Yeah, mi amor. So does mommy."

I fell asleep in that bed, though it wasn't comfortable for me since I was mostly curled up around my daughter who was fast asleep in my arms. Her bed the same size as my old cot back at the prison, which was oddly convenient. I woke up to the morning rays of the sun hitting my face and the calmness of the house that it had when we would wake up. I squinted a bit, seeing the brightness of the room there as I rubbed my face and looked down at the sleeping child in my arms, whom as curled towards me and was huddled in for either warmth or comfort. I didn't care which one since I could stay like this forever.

She was fast sleep, the face she would make as she was sleeping was the same as her mother. Her hair sprawled out against the pillow and her lips almost pouted. She was far too beautiful, having me watch her for what felt like hours but the were minutes. When did I turn into a sap, someone so soft?

Slowly and without waking her up, I curled myself on the bed there and stood back up, feeling the chill in the room as I stretched out and popped a few bones here and there and sighed in relief from seeing the morning again without regret. It was peaceful in the room, having me turn around at the doorway and see none other than Rose there. She was smiling, in her boxers and t-shirt as her pajamas and leaned her head against the doorframe, as if she as looking at me in adoration and in a sigh. I grinned at her, walking over slowly to her and seeing her messy bed hair and the tiredness in her face.

"She had a nightmare?" Rose asked me when we were close enough.

"I didn't wanna wake ya," I said to her in my rough morning tone, seeing her grin up at me now as she cocked her head at my daughter's direction.

"I thought you wouldn't be able to fit in that bed," She teased, having me roll my eyes as I wrapped my arms around her to pull her in. She pulled me in two, the both of us hugging there in the doorway and just getting the morning started. She pulled away slight,y having me look at her in confusion as she grabbed part of my upper hand, having me look too. She saw the coloring there, then giving me a look there and I grinned.

"Mary made me do it," I convinced, seeing her grin at me and shake her head.

"Don't blame our daughter," She advised me,

"It was her idea, I swear."

"You sure you can't come out?"

"I wish I could, flame boy. But I'm tied up today."

"Come on, Harley. You know Rose wants to see ya." I looked over at Rose and Mary, both of whom were sitting in the bathroom and Rose was combing out her hair. After we all got up that day and had some breakfast, I wanted to call the one person that both Rose and I have been wanting to see for some time, but given the cirumstances it was harder to do. She was still wokring the circut with her crew, doing so many things and still being beyond crazy.

Harley Quinn.

"I know I know. I've been a deadbeat Godmother." She said in a mutter on her end.

"Hey, I know deadbeats. You ain't one," I reminded her, looking back to hear my daughter giggling from something my wife told her. They were in thier own element there as I heard Harley talk again.

"Give love to the little one for me, okay? I'll come out when I can. You know me, flame boy." She reassued me, having me pause and think about it. She was still with the Joker guy, and since Rose told him no on working for him, he's been a arms length away. We haven't heard from the guy personally, but I knew more about him than I could care to admit. He was still dangerous, he was still on edge, and she was still with him. It made me worry, even with the plenty of times I wish I could tell her to leave the guy.

"Yeah, yeah I'll tell her." I replied to her simply, hearing her giggle there on her end.

"And give that wife of yours a kiss, and don't be jealous." I had to crack a grin from how she said it.

There never will be a girl like Harley Quinn.

"I got ya somethin', darlin'," Boomerang was handing Mary something from behind his back as we were all visiting each other outside in the backyard, another visiting time that the Squad had with us since they had nothing else to do with their lives back at the prison. We knew that it was beyond impossible to cut out the others from our lives since that was our initial thought before Mary was born. It was too dangerous, for mary to be in that kind of world. But now, when we worked it out to where they could visit from time to time, both with and without Waller's consent.

So today, we had Boomerang, Deadshot, Flag, June, and Croc. Flag brought them in for the afternoon since they were having a break between missions and they were wanting to come and say hello. When they arrived, we moved out get together the backyard where we were barbecuing some food for them to eat. I grinned as Boomerang handed her another plus toy, this time, it was a boomerang.

"Thank you!" She said to him in glee as she snuggled into the plush toy and hugged him close, almost knocking him off his feet and he chuckled. I was drinking a beer with Deadshot and Flag as Rose was talking with Croc and June there near Boomerang and Mary.

"He keeps adding to her toy collection," I joked with the guys there, "I swear, he's responsible for about half of her plush toys in her room alone."

"You want him to bring her a real weapon?" Deadshot asked me in a hint of a joke, I shook my head.

"Naw, she loves them. She loves you guys," I replied, seeing Deadshot watch her now with his eyes there and a small look on his lips.

"She's gettin' big. You'll be seein' her get her diploma before you know it, man. Keep a hold on that one," Deadshot advised me as he took another drink from his beer, having me nod in agreement. These years with her already went too fast for my liking, and I knew Rose was thinking the same thing as she was being shown Mary's new toy with adoration.

"Hey, how's the team goin'? I heard you guys have new members or somethin'." I said to Flag now as he nodded with his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, we got a few new ones: Blockbuster, Bronze Tiger and Waller's looking at a few more," He explained to me, having me hear about those guys in the news. They were rough around the edges, like me when I started with Waller, "We're working with them, though it's tougher than I thought."

"He gave the same speech that he gave us from Midway City," Deadshot explained to me in a joking tone, then mimicking Flag's face as he quoted him, " 'You disobey me..….you die. You try to escape..…you die.' "

"Cool it Deadshot," Flag said to him with a small smile as I then heard my wife's phone go off, seeing her move over to grab it from her back pocket and answer it from the other side of the backyard. Boomerang and Croc were talking together as June and playing with Mary and I could hear Mary giggling. I was smiling, feeling as though this was some kind of kick pack like I would have back in the day. When I eyes went back to Rose, I saw something shift in her, her face dropping a bit now as she was listening to whatever was on the phone. Something was wrong, I could see it there now, and it was making her almost on the brink of tears. I panicked, wondering what she was hearing on the phone and who she was talking to that was making me almost curve into her own ball of sadness.

Someone was telling her that she didn't want to hear.

"Chato, what—" I moved away from the boys now, walking across the lawn there over to Rose as I was about to give whoever was on the other end of the phone a piece of my mind. She wasn't happy. I could see it as we were locking eyes with one another and she saw me looking right at her, wondering what was going on.

"Rose," I said to her now, seeing her instantly hand the phone over to me, as if her tongue was stuck in her mouth and not able to say anything at all now. I moved away from her, getting the phone to my ear now as Rose stayed quiet.

"Who is this?" I asked into the phone, trying to keep my voice in control.

"It's Waller. I thought I was talking to Rose for a second there," Waller said into the phone. Her voice was still low and almost deep, like a poison and I cringed a bit, shifting in my stance.

"Yeah, well when my wife's on the brink of tears I feel like I have to step in," I said back to her calmly, seeing that the others in the background were getting the wind about what was going on now, "What were you tellin' her?"

"It's confidential," Waller said simply.

"Since when is anything with you confidential these days, Waller?" I asked her, looking over at Rose again. Boomerang and Croc were talking to her now in low tones as June was picking up Mary in her arms, seeing my distress there on my face.

"What's wrong, Aunty June?" Mary asked her now as June walked her over to Deadshot and Flag.

"What did you say to her?" I asked her again, keeping my voice down now since I was so close to destroying that phone there in my hands because of the thought of Waller making my own wife go into tears within seconds.

"I was giving her information…about her father," I took in a small breath there, the other sore spot in Rose's life was her own father that we thougth we already left behind and left for dead. But apparently not, having me look over and look eyes with my wife as she was watching me, already shaken up as the next sentence that came through the phone stopped everything.

"He escaped."

Shit.

Who in their right mind would let someone like him back out onto the street? Who was behind this, really behind this? It made me mad, the fist that I was making at my side there was about to be set on fire from the rage that I was feeling there. He was out from prison, out there in the world, and we had no idea where he was and what he was doing. I wanted to have the fire take over all of me, the anger that I was feeling not just for the fact that the bastard was out in general, but that my wife was once again shaken up my her past that she wanted to leave behind.

"You decide to call her and drop her this? Why not let her go out to the prison and let her know," I said in almost a growl now as I was trying to so hard to keep it together. Since Rose was now feeling shaken and unhinged, it was my turn to take care of her and protect her from what was going on.

"Chato, listen to me…" She said into the receiver, but I was cutting her off now.

"No, you listen. You say you're still going to keep tabs on Rose, yeah?" I asked her, the others were picking up on what I was saying and no one moved. I didn't care, I had to think about Rose and what was best for her, Rose and Mary.

"You know I will," Waller replied calmly.

"So, you make sure that bastard doesn't get anywhere near my family, not even in the same city. I don't want him anywhere near her, and I'll be damned if he finds his way back to Rose and messes things up for her as if he already hasn't before," I was letting her have it, mostly because she knew what the guy did to Rose. I would beat him to a pulp if I could, and sometimes I wish I could.

"You think I would let that happen to Rose?" She asked me now, sensing my anger there in my tone as I was talking to her, more like a scolding than anything.

"You really want me to answer that?" I asked her back in a challenging manner, hearing nothing on the other end there for a moment or two. She was thinking about it, I knew she was as I looked down at my fist at my side, being that it was still in flames. No, this is not what I wanted to do, not in front of my friends there, not in front of my daughter. Thankfully, she was at an angle that couldn't see it, so I placed the flame out when Waller spoke again.

"I'm keeping an eye out for him. He won't come anywhere near you and your family," Waller reassured me, having me look over at Rose now. She looked a bit better, breathing there next to Croc who had a hand there on her shoulder and Boomerang was staying rather close to her now in a protective manner.

"Waller..." I trailed off, trying to find the right and calm words there and not blow up.

"Chato," She said to me, her voice was reassuring instead of demanding, "He's not going to find you. I will make sure of that." I had to breathe out and rely on her words, which was better said than done. I closed the phone then, hearing the click go off now as I breathed out slowly to calm myself down and not freak out again. I knew that if I could, I would find the guy myself and end him. But it wasn't the case, I had Rose and our daughter to take care of.

I looked over to the group now, all of them there watching me. All except June and Mary, having me see June talking to Mary and distracting her inside the house. I was glad she did that, my daughter shouldn't be around for something like this and I saw Rose breathing in and out, almost in a shaky manner. It made me move without thinking, getting over to her and engulfing her in my arms.

She was shaken up, which was not like Rose at all because she was so strong. I hugged her tighter, in hopes that she knew that I had her and was not going to let her take this whole thing and let it haunt her.

"He's not gonna get to you," I looked over at Deadshot now, seeing him give me a serious stare that he would give when he had something on his mind. He heard, they all heard, what I said to Waller now and they saw my anger. I didn't realize it until he spoke again,"That guy's not going to come anywhere near you three."

"Yeah, we'll make sure of that," Boomerang said in agreement to me now next to me as I rubbed Rose's back in encouragement. I could see Croc growl in agreement and Flag nodding his head in silence, having me feel another shift within my chest there from seeing that from the others. It almost felt like we were in our own gang, looking after one another when someone would try and hurt one of us. I knew what that was like in the past, in my old life to have guys to back you up and to have your back.

But instead of regular guys down the street, I had villains and powerhouses.

"She asleep?" Rose asked me as I walked out from her room, back into our room and seeing her already in her own PJ's. After the team left and headed back over to the prison, Rose and I had more time with Mary and got her to go to bed earlier than usual, but the previous argument with Waller on the phone was still weighing on my mind. It was really weighing on me, even with the promise that Waller and the rest of the guys gave me. But still…it was daunting.

"Yeah, she was wiped from the whole reunion with the others. But she was happy to see them," She replied to me with a softness there in her tone. I walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge there and watching her as she was looking at herself in the mirror, almost drinking herself in. I watched her as well, thinking that she was beyond beautiful from where I was standing. I knew she was no skinny girl, but she was a girl that could turn heads for sure. She turned my head back when I barely knew her, and she was still turning my head now from time to time.

I moved up from the bed, walking over to her slowly now as she was just watching herself, almost like she was lost in a train of thought there within her own mind and I stood behind her, trying to think of what to tell her since she was still thinking about the phone call, thinking of him.

Damn him.

"Rose…" I started with her, seeing her take a shaky breath.

"He's going to find us, isn't he?" I knew it would get to her, no matter how long it's been since we told him to not find us some years ago in that prison in Florida. I knew she was strong, but the strongest people could easily break within a moment from one incident or one person. This was that incident, and it pained me for not being able to fix it quick with her. I took my own breath, reaching out to her and touching her skin there along her arm.

"He won't find us, mi amor," I said to her in reassurance now, seeing her look at me through the reflection of the mirror there, her scar there on her face was enough for me to remind her of what she was, not who she used to me.

"How can you be sure?" She asked me as I pressed forward a bit more and wrapped my arms around her from behind.

"Because I know we have a whole goddamn squad of villains that would kill him before he'll find us," I promised her, hoping that she heard the truth there in my tone and she looked a bit better from the notion. She moved to manuver and turn to face me in her arms, being this close to her was taking my breath away once again now. It was like that dream I had, the both of us being normal in that club and nothing touching us. It felt like the same thing again as she reached up and touched my tattoos there on my face, almost like she was mapping them out there with delicacy. There were times that I thought of her as more than a mystery for me to solve, even after being married to her and having our daughter to her.

I was still discovering her.

"I love you," She said simply to me as if the conversation was all done and over with. I just leaned down to touch our foreheads together, a gesture we would do every once in awhile since we started dating. It was one of those things we did in front of the squad so they wouldn't know we were dating, a simple act that was enough for us to share with one another. I would still do it since it was such a grounding thing for me to do and to feel.

I was not going to trade this with anything or anyone else in the world. Leaning in to press my lips against her, I felt her mold against me and kiss me back softly, having me pick her up with ease and feel her wrap her legs around me, almost giggling against my lips from the antic and I grinned through another kiss. Walking the both of us over to the bed, I got the both of us settled there within the blankets and the pillows. She was straddling me there on my lap, looking down at me and the warmth as back there on her face and in her skin as I grinned up at her.

"I love you more," I promised, seeing her shake her head and her hair flying in front of her.

"Not possible," She teased, having me reach up to move some of her hair from her eyes, "You know, Mary wants to know if she's going to get a baby brother or sister,"

"Oh really?" I asked her with a raised eyebrow, seeing that hint of a tease there in her voice and seeing it on her face. I leaned up to press myself closer to her, making it impossible to not be away from her now as I watched her closely, "You sayin' we should try?"

"I'm not saying a single word, Chere." She said with a grin, leaning down to kiss me there within our bed. Nothing else mattered and I didn't care what the future was going to hold for the both of us. It was the thing of the past, and I was going to hold onto the future with both hands.

All because of my diamante.

Author's Note:

The two songs that I used in this story were called Black Sheep by the Evil Exes and Good Grief from Bastille!

If you haven't read my prvious story, As Tough as a Diamond, please go read it! Leave a review and lots of love!