Kat sat in the living room, all dressed up and ready for her date with Sting. She wore the dress and shoes that Dean asked her to wear, her blonde hair was curled and sprayed and her makeup was full of glitter. She was dressed up, but not overdressed. She wouldn't look out of place if they decided to go to a place like Ruby Tuesdays or other like eateries.

When the clock struck 7, a knock was heard at her door. She grabbed her black quilted leather purse and answered it. It was none other than Sting himself, wearing a red suit, black shirt and a red tie. He had on a pair of black sunglasses and his hair was neat.

"You look beautiful." Sting greeted.

Kat blushed and looked away bashfully. "Thanks. You look really nice."

"Thanks, it's Versace. Very expensive."

Kat laughed, she got the joke, and she was practically obsessed with Sting's Joker gimmick so she knew exactly where that statement came from.

"Are you ready to go?" Sting asked, grabbing Kat's hand.

"I am." Kat smiled and followed Sting out of the apartment, closing the door behind her.

Sting lead her to his red 1982 Pontiac Trans Am, and opened up the door for her.

"This yours?" Kat asked, smiling.

"Yes, it is."

"Mine is the black 88." Kat laughed.

Sting started up the ignition and made his way out to the main road.

They drove around the city, until they found a small Italian food joint that had been family owned for over 75 years.

"Borden. Table for two." Sting told the hostess, who checked the list of reservations and nodded silently.

The hostess led Sting and Kat to the table and told them that a waiter or waitress would be there very soon.

"Hi, I'm Bella; can I start you off with something to drink?"

"I'll have lemonade." Sting ordered.

"I'll take a Dr. Pepper." Kat smiled.

"Alright, I'll be right back."

Soon enough Bella came back with the beverages and Sting and Kat were quickly ready to order. Sting ordered chicken parmesan and buttered ziti, and Kat ordered shrimp fettuccini.

"So, you're a babysitter?" Sting asked, smiling.

"Yeah, but I'm taking classes to be a social worker."

"That's cool. What kind of social worker?"

"I want to work with the poor in America. I mean, it's sad but true, but there are poor people here in America. No one seems to care, because you know, it's not some third world country. Not that it's wrong to help out other countries, but let's worry about the homeland first."

Sting couldn't help but to smile. "You feel very strongly about this, huh?"

"I do. I didn't come from a family with much. I knew what things were like. And I knew my family was better off than some, but still it was frustrating. And when I started babysitting Dean, I saw just how bad it really could be. That poor boy, the situation he lives in, it just breaks my heart."

Sting's face turned into a frown. "If you don't mind me asking, what kind of situation are we talking about?"

"His mom is a sleazy drug addict hooker who moonlights as a stripper." Kat began.

"Tanya, Dean's mom, would leave her son with me for weeks at a time. I don't mind, but it's just irresponsible. And sometimes she wouldn't pick him up from school and stuff. Without letting me know. And I know she doesn't keep her house tidy. I know she leaves food to rot, and I'm pretty sure she doesn't know what cleaning is. And I know she doesn't hide her drug use and her sexcapades because when I was getting ready for this date, Dean said some things that just kind of shocked me. Not that it should have, but it did."

"What did Dean say?"

"Dean said something like he thought me and you were going to a motel instead of out to dinner, and that he thought you wanted me for my drugs. I don't have any drugs!"

"I just think it's all the poor boy knows. He seemed to be very upset about not having a conventional family when he and his buddies came to the arena earlier."

"I'm trying to adopt him." Kat said, as Bella brought them their dinners.

"Adoption, huh?"

"Yeah, that poor little boy needs a loving family. I think the last time he felt loved by his mom was when she shoplifted him a Rob Van Dam toy. He's been clinging to that toy, so proud of it, because his mom got it for him. Sort of sad in a since."

"It is." Sting nodded sadly, taking a bite of ziti.

"I called child protective. Seth's mom, Seth's the one who thought we were married, works for the county, and I already put in a request for adoption. I can't have him end up in the foster care system. I can't have Tanya cleanup for two weeks, keep custody and then turn back into the white trash piece of shit she is. I've been there for poor little Dean for so much, and the little boy loves me like I'm his big sister or auntie or hell maybe even like a mother."

"You do seem to be good with kids."

"I love the boys I babysit. You know, in a family way. But something about Dean is just really special. Roman is a wonderful little guy, tough and rough, but very intelligent and helpful. Seth, as you already know, has a wild imagination. But Dean, he's such a sweetie pie, and he really doesn't deserve to be treated the way he's been treated."

"He seems like all he wants is a loving family. To be loved the same way his best friends are."

"And I'm gonna fight like hell to give him that. I'm just afraid that the judge will look down upon me because I'm only 23. I'm not a blood relative. And I know they will look me over because I'm not married. I study this stuff, they like to make sure the child will have a mother AND a father figure."

"When do you think they are going to start the whole custody side of this?"

"It's hard to tell. I know they will have to interview Tanya a few more times, but I really don't know. I'm sure they are investigating stuff as we speak. I just don't know. I just need to give Dean a good home."

"And he'll end up in foster care if you don't adopt him?"

"Or Tanya will pull a fast one and keep custody."

"What was it that Seth was saying earlier?" Sting laughed.

Kat blushed. "Oh he was just rambling off thinking you and I were married because I have a scorpion key ring and I like WCW."

"He said something else too…"

"Yeah, how he thought we could just make Dean our baby." Kat laughed and nearly choked on her shrimp.

"Look, call me crazy but if you want, we can head over to city hall, sign a few papers, and for the sake of Dean, get this ball rolling."

Kat had an obvious look of confusion on her face.

"What the fuck are you saying?"

"Let's get married. For the sake of Dean. We'll have a city hall wedding then we'll have a big ceremony once we get Dean. Marry me, Kat. Marry me."

"Wake up today, make kids waffles. Gets a scare thinking they ran away. Sexy wrestler asks me out to dinner. Same sexy wrestler asks me for marriage so I can get custody of a sweet little boy. Tell me this is fucking real. I can't let this be a dream."

"Let's go. We can do this. For Dean."

"For Dean." Kat smiled.