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Once upon a time, in a land far away there lived a princess...

Michaela had begged Jon to read her a story before bed. Somewhat ruefully, he agreed. He sat on Maggie's bed, Michaela all curled up against him. Her little blonde curls were pulled back into a ponytail and still damp from her bath.

Maggie was sitting on the end of the bed folding and sorting laundry. It was odd to her to be casually sorting through a man's clothing again. Odd, but yet...familiar. Jon spied a picture frame turned upside down on her nightstand. He figured he knew what photo the frame held, or at least who it was.

Maggie looked up and found her eyes locked with Jon's. The left corner of her mouth upturned in a slight smile.

"Hey!" Michaela said, drawing their attention back to the story.

But the damage was done. They both continued to look up at each other, stealing glances like they were kisses. The tension was building between them. It was obvious how they felt about each other.

If it hadn't been before, Maggie knew she had given herself away when heat crept into her cheeks, giving her a guilty blush under Jon's gaze.

Maggie busied herself hanging up her clothes while Jon finished the bedtime story. She turned to see her baby girl sound asleep, leaning completely against their mysterious handyman.

"Can I get a little help?" He whispered.

She carefully maneuvered her daughter off Jon, and Michaela snuggled into the blankets. Jon stood and stretched, making his shirt come up a little. That gave Maggie a clear view of his hips. She averted her eyes, but too late. Jon spotted her staring.

He moved towards the door. "I'm gonna turn in for the night." He walked past her, and let his hand brush the small of her back. The touch set loose a cage of butterflies in her belly.

She turned just then, right into his embrace. Her face against his shoulder. She thought about moving, but she had come this far...

She laid her head down on him. And she felt his strong arms wrapping around her, holding her close. There was no rush, no overwhelming emotions. Just a peace. A comfort.

For Jon it was as if he had been empty, and she was filling him up. Making him stronger. More whole.

A few moments passed and they slowly pulled away. Maggie was feeling a little shy. She wasn't at all sure what just happened between them.

"Well," Jon whispered, "that was unexpected...and so nice." He let his fingertips slide along her jaw.

He leaned into kiss her, certain it was what they both wanted. But, she gently grabbed his hand away from her face, and averted his kiss.

She sighed, and his pride took a small hit.

"Jon..."

He looked down at her. Those gorgeous eyes peering into hers.

"Don't sweat it, doll." He leaned in quickly to place a small kiss on her cheek. "I'll see you in the morning." He whispered.

"I'll be here." She whispered back.

She closed the door behind him. She braced her hands against it and hung her head. Jon had almost kissed her! She wanted to let him, but she didn't want to make a mistake. Over the past few weeks that had become more comfortable around each other...but was she ready?

Been a long time since Jon had let anyone get close. A very long time. All he wanted was to be close to her. The closest. In the six weeks he had been living at the Blackbird he had grown so attached to Maggie and Michaela. The thought had crossed his mind about not leaving...maybe staying on.

Maybe there would be a permanent position as handyman. Or Maggie's man. He shrugged the idea off and drifted to sleep. This time there were no nightmares. No dreams of his long lost family. Just a blissful sleep that comes from pure and total exhaustion.

He came down the stairs the next morning to the smell of pancakes. Maggie was standing in front of the stove with a hand on her hip and a spatula in her hand. She was wearing blue jean shorts and a white chiffon tank top. Jon reminded himself to keep his actions and emotions in check.

"Good morning." He said.

She jumped slightly. "I didn't hear you come down. Morning." She replied. Hw smiled at her, and they held each others gaze for a split second.

"Morning munchkin." He told Michaela as he directed his attention to her. He reached over to ruffle her hair.

Her mouth was full of pancakes so she didn't reply, just smiled with her cheeks full of food. Jon shook his head at her.

Maggie sat a plate of pancakes down in front of him and his stomach growled. He couldn't remember when he had pancakes last. He looked around the table and realized how much like a family they looked.

But then again, what would he know about family?

The thought ate at him. He really knew nothing about having a happy family. He'd only seen pictures of his half brother, and well, his relationship with his father was no secret to the world.

Although, it seemed to be to Maggie. He figured she wasn't a big wrestling fan. But someday he would meet someone who was, and I'd that happened around Maggie he would have a lot to explain at one time.

He knew it was time to tell her some things about his past. Why he went to jail, his history...things like that. The very thought of it turned his stomach.

He didn't want her to find out just how extremely screwed up he was. What if she couldn't understand? So far no one has. Not the guys he was supposedly friends with in WWE, not anyone.

Maybe she was different. Deep down he felt like she was the first person to ever really believe in him. To take a chance on him...

No matter what happened in the future he would always be grateful to her for that