Ok so this is my first ever Boondock Saints fic and the idea has been nagging me all week to write. This is a one shot little thing, just meant to be sweet and fluffy. I'm not planning on explaining how Rowan was bought into their lives, because that wasn't really my plan. I guess if people like this enough than I can gladly expand on the idea. But, I, like many other BS fans, find it odd to see the boys with love interests.

Murphy was in love. Head over heels in love. He never thought it possible to love someone as much as he did now. He had never felt such a strong connection with another person. Well, that was a lie, he had that connection with his twin, but this one was something different. Connor rolled his eyes playfully as he leaned against the door frame.

"Are ya gonna spend all day doing that?" he asked his twin brother.

Murphy looked up at him with slight annoyance etched in his face. Connor had interrupted a perfect moment and he was ready to slug him.

"Connor, she's sleepin', you need to be quiet," Murphy told him in a harsh whisper.

"I won't wake her, she sleeps like the dead when she's out," Connor replied, a smile tugging on his lips as he watched just how protective Murphy could be.

"Yes, but she needs to be to sleep first, right now she's still wide awake," Murphy replied, looking down at the little bundle in his arms.

Rowan's green eyes were wide and alert as they darted over to look at her Uncle Connor. She smiled when she saw him and let out a little happy coo as one tiny hand reached out for him.

"She wants her Uncle Connor," Murphy smiled as the little pink bundle began to squirm and wiggle loose from her blanket.

Rowan let out a little annoyed cry when her father wouldn't let her go and she began to fuss loudly. Murphy rolled his eyes a bit and looked at Connor.

"She gets that from you," Murphy smirked, standing up and passing her over to his brother.

"Aye, Ma said that too," Connor smiled, taking her tenderly and she began to settle down quickly.

She was only three months old but she could tell the difference between her father and uncle. Both of them held so much love for her. But her father was a little more quiet and intense, while her uncle was a little louder and less subtle. Connor was a little more open, a little warmer, while Murphy could be withdrawn, but he wasn't cold. Uncle Connor was her playmate, her entertainer, always making funny faces for her to laugh out or loud, funny noises to brighten up her face. Her father was more of a comfort for her to latch onto when she was upset or fussy. Her little fingers would wrap tightly around his shirt as he helped calm her down and chase whatever fears she had away.

Rowan calmed down and Connor passed her back to Murphy so he could finish lulling the little girl to sleep. He was a pro at that. He felt his daughter grow heavy in his arms and gently placed her in the crib. The two men stood over it as they watched the infant sleep.

"She's perfect," Murphy sighed.

"Aye," Connor agreed.

So Murphy was in love, but so was Connor.