AN: Yep, it's another slashfic and yes that means Heath and Casey are a couple. There might be occasional swearing and a little bit of violence, but this one's mostly sunshine and rainbows. It's AU from the episode that aired in Australia on 01/05/14, when Heath takes Harley back to Melbourne. Anyway, this is just random moments from a cute life I think they could have :) Enjoy!

There was a reason he needed to get up, but he was so tired. The sound of crying grew more insistent, he just needed to throw the cover back and stand up, any second now he'd do it. On the count of three. One...two...

"I've got him." Thank God.

On the edge of his consciousness, Heath felt the bed move as Casey climbed out, but sleep was at the forefront of his mind. He tucked the blankets tighter under his chin, determined to fall back asleep as quickly as possible. He closed his eyes tight, but the harder he tried to get back to sleep the more awake he felt. It didn't take too long before he accepted he was fighting a losing battle. With a sigh he threw the covers back and got up, walking softly to the nursery. The night was warm enough, considering they were practically at the bottom of the world, and the nursery was bathed in the soft glow of Harley's night light. Heath paused in the doorway, captivated by the sight of Casey sitting crossed legged on the floor, cradling Harley close as he fed him his bottle. Watching Casey care for his baby son with such tenderness reminded Heath for the millionth time how lucky he was. Casey, completely absorbed in his task and unaware of Heath, spoke softly to Harley.

"Your dad deserves some rest, we can handle this, can't we little man? Yes we can, because we love him, like he loves us. We're a family, we look out for each other, don't you ever forget it Harley. No, of course you won't, we won't let you. You'll always know how much we love you."

Casey, sensing his presence, turned his head towards Heath. He didn't care that Heath had heard him, and Heath wasn't embarrassed by hearing Casey say these sweet things like once upon a time he might've been. Now they just seemed natural and undeniably true.

"You're good with him you know," Heath said softly, sitting down next to Casey.

"I seem to have a way with Braxton's," Casey agreed, without taking his eyes off Harley who looked utterly content, "guess it comes from growing up around them." Heath wrapped his arm around Casey's shoulders. Casey settled comfortably against him. Casey's parentage was a point Heath was still struggling to reconcile. Casey not being a Braxton felt wrong in some ways, but his feelings towards him had gone beyond brotherly, he really shouldn't think of Casey as a brother anymore, though the fact that they shared a mother was never going to change. Heath knew for Casey it meant losing his identity, but here, away from everyone, they had a chance to make new ones, and all the important things would never change.

"Case..."

"I think he's fallen asleep," Casey whispered, deflecting the conversation from the topic he assumed they were heading towards. Heath leaned in closer, as they gazed down at the sleeping baby in Casey's arms. It was so easy, and so good; the way it should be. With Casey Heath didn't have to feel guilty about loving his son. That had to be good for Harley too, to be raised by two people who loved him ungrudgingly and wholeheartedly. Heath lifted his hand and rested it gently on Casey's cheek, turning Casey's face towards him. He wanted to look into those soulful eyes when he said this. He wanted Casey to know he meant it with every fibre of his being.

"Thank-you for loving him."

"It's not hard to do." Casey's eyes shone with the sincerity of his feelings for the little boy, it was exactly what Harley needed and Heath couldn't ask for any more than that. He hadn't needed to, Casey had offered it freely. The intensity of his feelings and the quiet intimacy provided by the early hours of the morning allowed Heath to say things he couldn't in the clear light of day. Things that were almost too much. Things that left him completely vulnerable.

"And me. Thank-you for loving me." If it was possible the look in Casey's eyes softened even more. Heath loved that they could share this unguarded moment. That they trusted each other enough.

"Same goes." Their mouths met in a sweet kiss, a chaste press of lips that felt like home. Heath became lost in the magic, just for a moment, until Casey gave him a sparkling smile, the one that said Heath was missing something obvious.

"I better get him back to bed." Heath returned the smile, Casey was right. He stood and then helped Casey up. Casey lowered Harley into his cot, taking his time to arrange the blankets just right. He stood there, gazing down at the sleeping child and Heath felt his mood shift, knew he had something to say.

"I'm going to the registry office tomorrow, I want to change my name officially." Casey continued to look down at Harley as he spoke, Heath watched his profile, waiting until Casey turned to him and then Heath just nodded. This was something he knew Casey needed to do. For both of them. For all of them. "This is a fresh start for us, no one knows us here, it'll make things easier."

"I know," Heath agreed, pulling Casey into his arms. It didn't really matter what his name was, he was still the same wonderful person and Heath would love him no matter what.