"E.T. go home!" Mary said to John, teasing him while he was engrossed in the soccer game on TV. Him and their 10 month old son were both sitting in front of the television, with only their faces visible because each of them had their own blanket cloaked around them, from head to toe.

John didn't even hear her, and Dick, surprisingly, was sitting still, a rare occurrence for the bundle of endless energy. His gaze was also transfixed on the TV.

They really did look like E.T.

But much cuter.

Mary went to clip coupons for awhile, during which the game finally ended (with John shouting for his team's victory), and Mary informing him that he was going to get their son addicted to soccer.

"I hope so," was his response, which Mary threw a magazine at him for it.

John bathed Dick and got him ready for bed (it was his turn tonight), so Mary searched for her missing cell phone; her husband was in the bathroom singing 'Your Song' by Elton John, and doing something to make Dick burst into high pitched squeals and giggles.

"Maryyyy, our offspring is splashing me!" He yelled out to her,

"If he's behaving like a child, he clearly inherited that from you," she informed him, reaching under the couch and pulling out a Superman bib instead of her cell phone.

"Where's the diapers?"

"Bottom drawer on the left,"

"Those are maxi pads…"

"The other left, honey,"

"…Oh."

"You find them?"

"Uh huh."

Mary tried the laundry hamper; no go.

Dick was happily repeating a chorus of "Da-da-da-da-da" as John brought him out in a fuzzy yellow duck onesie.

"Told you I'm the favorite," John grinned,

"Dickie! Who's your favorite?!" Mary enthusiastically asked; Dick got all excited, waving his arms around, smiling and exclaiming, "Ma!"

"Traitor," John grumbled, and headed into the bedroom to start a bedtime story.

10 minutes later, Mary finally found her phone - Dick had hidden it in his crib. Little stinker.

Upon entering the bedroom, she found Dick sound asleep in their bed, with John watching over him.

Wearing a soft smile, he seemed to be memorizing his son's face, adoration written all over his expression. Dick's tiny hand was holding onto John's pinky, and he wasn't about to move it.

Quietly walking towards the two of them, intending to take Dick to his crib, she teasingly whispered to John, "Am I interrupting something?"

"No," he replied in hushed tones, carefully pulling Mary onto the bed with him, "You're completing it."

Awww, bunch of fluff *heart eyes*

This never was my most popular story by a long shot, but I love the Graysons. They're precious.

So just a reminder, they're speaking Romani, thats why I italicized the dialogue -

Will keep slowly but steadily updating...

Happy Supernatural Season 13 Premiere Day!