Roman hadn't been joking about hitting the gym every day for the rest of the week. Every day was spent at the Crossfit gym a few miles from their house, and Roman was like a drill sergeant.

"Two weeks to SummerSlam," he said every time there was a complaint, "You want a repeat of Great Balls of Fire? I didn't think so. So get back on those weights and don't stop until I say so."

"We don't even have matches though," Dean whined.

Roman didn't seem to care, and continued to work them to the bone. Dean was quite used to it, but Enzo was unpleasantly surprised.

What Roman didn't understand was that his idea of a regular workout was Enzo's idea of hell. He liked working out as much as the next wrestler, but not when it meant nearly killing himself.

"Why do you hate me?" he all but sobbed every time Roman added more weights to his set.

"You'll thank me next Sunday," is all Roman ever said. And as much as he hated it, Enzo had to admit that by the end of the week, he felt just a little stronger than he had at the beginning. He'd never admit that to Roman though.

Enzo eventually managed to get Roman back on his slave driving when it was their turn to be his weights. Dean yelled abuse as Roman heaved him up and down on the bench. He was even worse when it was Enzo up there and he was spotting.

"Come on Reigns, is that the best you can do?"

"I bet Jojo could lift Enzo faster than that."

"What, you losing your Mojo Ro?"

"Come on, you think Braun Strowman would stop at 80?"

The goading seemed to push Roman further, but after every set hed glare at Dean icily.

"You're a fucking jerk, you know that?"

Dean would grin and kiss his sweaty arm, "I thought you'd be used to it by now, baby."

Every day after the gym, the three would get home just as Jojo did, and their evenings were filled with helping with homework and singing songs and playing games.

She had very recently graduated from Disney to Pixar, which meant the adults in the house had a lot of new songs to learn. All except Enzo, who somehow already knew all the songs.

"I still don't get it," Gina shook her head, as she watched them.

Dean just shrugged, smiling, "Does anything about Enzo surprise you anymore?"

Gina looked at him from the corner of her eye. She then looked at Roman on the other side of her. They had the same look on their faces when they looked at Enzo. It was just too bad they weren't looking at each other to notice it.

She rolled her eyes as she turned around and got off the couch. Would she have to deal with all these goo goo eyes all week?

The answer, as she found it, was yes. Yes she would. She wished she could just scream at the two of them, telling them that they were both feeling the same way and should just fucking talk to each other instead of the obvious guilt that was plaguing their minds.

But still, she had enough self control to know that they had to hear the news from each other, and not from her, and as much as it pained her, Gina kept her mouth shut about it.

Well, she meant to, but then one day, Gina was working at home and Roman and Enzo were at the gym, and Jojo was at school, and Dean had faked a stomach ache to get out of working out, so instead, he was bugging Gina in her office.

He sat on the other side spinning around the chair seeing how dizzy he could get.

"If you dare throw up on my desk, I will hurt you Ambrose."

Dean sat upright and shook the dizziness out of his head, "I'm bored," he whined. "I spent all day learning Jojo's new songs and now I'm bored." He set his chin on her table and pouted, "So why'd you stay home then?"

She shrugged, "Stomach ache."

He scoffed, "Really? You stole my excuse?"

Gina shrugged, "You stole my husband."

Dean opened his mouth to retort, and then closed it.

"Alright you win."

Gina laughed, knowing that that got him every time. She tried to go back to work, but Dean was still spinning in her chair singing softly. He sighed as he sat up straight again. There was silence for a while and Gina looked up to see Dean with his chin on the table again, just staring at her.

"What?" she blinked.

Dean shrugged slightly, "Nothing."

She raised her eyebrow, Nothing?"

He nodded. Gina sighed and went back to her paperwork, knowing that he'd speak up eventually. She only had to wait another minute.

"Gina?"

"Uh huh," she answered, not quite paying attention.

"I.." Dean cleared his throat, "Can... can I ask you something?"

"Uh huh," she said again.

"Well it's kinda important."

"I'm listening Dean," she said, turning the page."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Okay then," he cleared his throat again, "Well I was wondering... did... did you ever hate me?"

Gina's pen finally stopped over the paper and she looked up with a frown, "What?"

"You know, since it's my fault you and Roman broke up."

That's when Gina put her pen down, "Um, excuse me?"

Dean shrank back in his chair, but didn't say anything else.

Gina blinked at him, "Dean. I was joking. About the stealing my husband thing. That was a joke, I thought you knew that."

"I know it was," he sighed deeply, "Just... I've been thinking and... I never really thought about it before but, I did kinda end your marriage and you probably hate me for it so..."

Gina almost laughed, "Dean! Do you really think you ended my marriage?"

"Well," he shrugged, "Yeah."

Gina tried not to smile as Dean looked at her guiltily, "Dean, Roman and I were over long before you came into the picture."

"But you didn't get divorced until I came along."

"Yeah, because it was easier for us to not to. Until he fell for you, that is-"

"But you said-"

"Roman and I just happened to be friends who were too lazy to get a divorce. But then he fell for you, and he didn't want to pursue you while he was married to me. So I guess in that way, yeah, you're the reason we got divorced. But our relationship had been over long before that."

Dean nodded as he listened to her, and a look of relief passed over his face.

Gina smiled, "Don't you think you would've known if I hated you?"

Dean shrugged, "Well maybe you're as good at hiding your feelings as I am,"

Gina almost laughed, "You think you're good at hiding your feelings?"

Dean shrugged, "I am."

Gina just shook her head, "If you say so."

"I do say so," he crossed his arms, looking all determined. Gina just rolled her eyes.

"Well anyway, just know that I've never hated you for falling in love with Roman. And I never hated Roman for falling in love with you, alright?"

Dean nodded, her words obviously helping whatever was going on in his head. He was getting up to leave when Gina spoke again.

"And I don't hate you for falling for Enzo either."

Dean felt everything inside him freeze. His eyes snapped to Gina in shock, "Wh- what did... wha... what?"

Gina smirked, "You're really not that great at hiding your feelings, Ambrose."

His eyes stayed unblinking as he stared at her as she just went back to her paperwork as if she hadn't just dropped a huge bomb on his head.

Gina started feeling sorry for him after he hadn't moved in a few minutes.

She looked up at him again, "You wanna talk about it?"

Dean didn't look like he could if he wanted to. Gina almost felt sorry for him.

"Alright, we'll talk when you're ready."

But it didn't seem like he would be ready anytime soon. Gina got through three more pages before putting her pen down again and looking up at the still frozen Dean.

"Okay, obviously you're still processing, so I'll make it a bit easier. No, you're not giving anything away, I'm just very observant. Also, I know you;re probably wondering, and no, Roman does not know. And neither does Enzo."

Dean blinked, and then finally spoke, "You... you haven't told them?"

Gina shook her head,

"Are... are you going to?"

She shook her head again, "No. But you are."

Dean shook his head immediately, "Uh, no. No I can't do that. I won't do that. No. Nope."

Gina raised her eyebrow, "Well then what are you gonna do?"

Dean shook his head again, "Just... I'm just gonna hope the the... feelings... go away."

"Dean, I've seen you look at him. Trust me, they're not gonna go away."

Dean slumped in his chair, still looking horrified at Gina, "Wait," he frowned, "Why are you so okay with this? I'm not even okay with it. I'm not supposed to be having feelings for Enzo while I'm with Roman. That... that's not supposed to happen."

Gina shrugged, "Having feelings for two people at the same time isn't a crime, Dean."

"Yeah but it's not normal." he said, leaning forward, "Feeling like this is not normal, Gina. I shouldn't be feeling like this, it's wrong."

"It's... complicated," countered Gina, "But understandable, I guess."

Dean tilted his head at her, "Wait, I don't get it. Roman's one of your best friends, you should be hating me right now. Hell I kinda hate me right now so... so why aren't you hating me?"

Gina just looked at him for a long time, not knowing how to answer without giving away all the other secrets she was keeping.

She'd already said too much anyway.

It was then that they heard the front door open, and noise came pouring into the house.

"I'm hoooome!" came the loud voice of Jojo as she slammed the door behind her, "And guess what! No homework!" she was heard running up the stairs, and the adults smiled as she burst through the door of the study.

"No homework?" Dean grinned as Jojo leapt onto his lap, "Are you just making that up so you don't have to do any?"

"No silly," Jojo giggled, "We were extra good today so Miss Hattie didn't give us any."

"So does that mean we get to watch all the Pixar movies you want?" nodded Dean, "Cause I've been practicing and I know all the songs now."

Jojo crossed her arms with a sigh, "No, Dean, today is Mary Poppins day, didn't you know?"

Dean blinked, "What?"

"Yeah Dean," grinned Gina, "It's Mary Poppins day."

He narrowed his eyes at her, "You watched me learn all the songs to all the Toy Story's, and you knew it was Mary Poppins day?"

Gina smiled smugly, "Listening to you practice was fun. I didn't want to ruin it."

Dean took a deep breath, "You're a mean person."

"Does that mean you can't watch with me?" Jojo asked, "Do you have to go learn all the Mary Poppins songs now?"

Dean scoffed, "Are you kidding, I already know all the Mary Poppins songs. I bet I know them better than you."

Jojo gasped, clearly feeling insulted, "No way! I'm the best at Mary Poppins!"

"Oh yeah?" Dean grinned as he jiggled her on his lap, "Well which song is your favourite."

"Chim Chim Cheree!" she said, as if it was the obvious answer, "Chim Chim Cheree is the best one."

"No way," Dan shook his head, "The best one is Supercalafragalisticexpialidocious."

Jojo shook her head, "I don't like that one."

Dean's eyes widened and he gave an exaggerated gasp, "What did you just say?"

Jojo just shrugged, "I don't like that song. It's sucky."

"Jojo, no saying sucky," said Gina, not looking up from her work.

"But Mama, it's sucky!"

"Jojo," she warned.

Jojo just shrugged, "It's sucky," she whispered.

Clearly feeling insulted, Dean glared at the little girl, "My song is not sucky!"

"It is so sucky!"

"You're sucky!" Dean snapped.

Jojo gasped, "You take that back!"

Dean refused, "The only reason you don't like it is cause you don't know how to say it."

Jojo's gasp was beyond offended. She jumped off Dean's lap and stomped her foot, "I can so say it!"

Dean smirked, leaning back, "then say it."

Jojo blinked a few time, and then shrugged, "I don't wanna."

"Ha!" He pumped a fist, "You can't say Supercalafragalisticexpialidocious!"

"I can say it I can!" Jojo stomped her foot, "I just don't wanna because it's sucky!"

"Alright, enough with the sucky!" Gina finally intervened, causing the other two to shrink back a bit, "Now Dean, are you seriously going to have this argument with a six year old?"

Dean blinked, "Well... well she started it."

"He started it," Jojo pointed, "He said I can't say it."

"Well then say it."

"I don't wanna!"

"Hey!" Gina glared, "Dean, you're in time out."

He gaped, "Wha-"

"You heard me."

He scoffed, "In case you didn't know, I am not your child."

Gina raised an eyebrow. Dean just looked back at her. The staring only lasted a few seconds before her glare made Dean give in.

"Fine," he whined as he got up.

Jojo grinned as he left the room.

Once he was gone, Gina leaned in,, "Can you say it?"

Jojo shook her head, "It's really hard okay." she whispered.

:::

Enzo and Roman came home a few minutes later. Roman breezed through the door while Enzo kinda limped.

"What did you do to him this time?" sighed Gina as the man collapsed face down onto the couch.

"Nothing," Roman shrugged, "We just trained."

"Liar!" Enzo yelled, "You're a liar! Gina he's a liar! A mean, hateful, unreasonable liar! That wasn't training that was torture and I'm never speaking to you again."

Roman just sighed softly and went over to the couch, patting Enzo's back, "It's for your own good, you know. This training will help."

"For my own good," he muttered into the pillow, "That's probably what the police say to someone when they're about to put them in the electric chair."

Gina raised an eyebrow, "Enzo, are you seriously comparing training with Roman to the electric chair?"

Enzo scoffed, "Are you kidding? The electric chair is better. At least those guys get to die afterwards."

Gina snapped her head to Roman, "Roman, you're making Enzo want to die?"

He just shrugged, patting his back again as he stood up to go to the kitchen, "Like I said, it's for your own good."

Gina sighed, "Enzo, why don't you go take a shower. Eaze up your muscles before dinner."

He nodded and got up slowly. He looked at her with narrowed eyes, "That is a cruel man," he whispered.

Gina smiled a bit, "Yeah I know, but you love him."

"Well yeah," he sighed as he walked away. It seemed he was too tired to realise what he had just agreed to. But Gina was gonna count it as a confession nonetheless.

That was officially three for three. And there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

She got up and went over to the kitchen, where Roman was rummaging through the fridge, "Where's Dean?" he asked once Gina came in, "In your room. I put him in a time out."

Roman chuckled, "You gotta stop putting him in time outs."

Gina shrugged, "He was arguing with Jojo about Mary Poppins, he deserved a time out."

He laughed again, "Jojo's already back?'

"Yeah, the Carsons dropped her off. She's in her room trying to learn how to say Supercalifragalisticexpialidocious."

Roman sighed, "It's really hard, okay."

Gina rolled her eyes, "Now could you stop sweating all over the fridge? Take a damn shower, I just sent Enzo up."

Roman grabbed an apple and closed the fridge doors. Gina tilted her head, "Now what's this about you torturing him?"

"I'm not torturing him," he sighed, "He needs to be ready."

"Roman, the man hates you right now."

He shrugged, "He needs to be ready, Gina."

She frowned at him. "You're being incredibly unapologetic about this. Considering he looks like he's in so much pain right now."

Roman shook his head, "It's for the best, Gina. He needs to be-"

"He needs to be ready I know. But you don't think you're gonna burn him out with all of this? Come on Ro, cut him some slack."

"There's no time for slack, Gina," he said coldly, "He needs to be-"

"Ready, Yeah, you said that. Several times."

Roman looked at her hard look and sighed, sitting down, "I know you think I'm being harsh, but-"

"You think?"

"Gina, you don't understand, okay? In a bit more than a week, Enzo is going to be in the ring with Cass, all by himself. Cass, who thrives off hurting Enzo as much as possible. And I'm gonna have a front row seat, and I won't be able to do a thing about it. Do you get that?" He shook his head, clenching and unclenching his fist, "I'm gonna be hanging above the ring, completely helpless while I gotta watch as Enzo faces off that son of a bitch. During that match, there is gonna be nothing I can do, but right now? I can help him prepare. I can help him be ready, because what's gonna happen next Sunday is gonna be a whole lot worse than a couple extra sets at the gym."

Gina looked at him for a long time after that.

"You're not used to being helpless huh."

Roman shook his head,n the distress all over his face, "It's fucking killing me. And the fact that this is all my fault anyway..."

Gina sat down, "How is it your fault?"

Roman looked down, "It's me Cass is trying to get at. He's only having this match to get back at me for breaking his face."

"And you broke his face because..."

He blinked, not looking at her, "I... I should take that shower."

Gina frowned after him as he left the kitchen with his apple.

Yet another secret. She shook her head.

These boys would be the death of her.

:::

It was on Sunday morning when Jojo opened the door of Dean and Roman's room very early in the morning. She knew she wasn't supposed to wake them up so early, but she didn't really do what she was told anyway, so she crept into the room very sneakily and climbed into the bed. She frowned a bit when she saw that her daddy's arm was wrapped tightlly around Dean's.

She loved it that her daddy's liked to sleep close to each other, but right now she was the one who was supposed to be in the middle, so she lifted heavy arms as gently as she could to make space for herself. There was some groaning complaints as she pushed and pulled, but neither of them woke up. It took a long time, but Jojo finally managed to make a little space big enough for her to squeeze herself into. She lay down, exhausted. Who knew arms could be so heavy?

Jojo settled in, hugging her arms around one of her Daddy's and closing her eyes. She didn't fall asleep again though. No, her sleepiness was long gone, so she just stayed there, switching arms every now and then.

She wanted to hold on for as long as possible because she knew that today was their last day at home and they would be gone by the time she came back from school tomorrow.

After a long while, it still didn't seem like either of them was about to wake up. Jojo hoped that staring at her Daddy's face long enough would get him to wake up, but that didn't seem to work. So she opted to poke his face a little. She kept poking and poking, hoping he'd get up, and she thought it wouldn't work, and then without even opening his eyes, Daddy smiled, "Morning Jojo."

Jojo gasped, "How did you even know it was me?"

Roman blinked his eyes open, "I always know it's you baby girl." he smiled. He kissed her on her forehead as she giggled, "Now, how long have you been in here?"

Jojo shrugged, "Hours and hours and hours. Why do you sleep so much?"

"It's only about 7 in the morning baby girl," he chuckled,

"Yeah but look, the sun is out and everything,"

Roman chuckled, "You're absolutely right there."

Jojo nodded, "I'm right all the time. Now when is Dean gonna wake up?"

Roman shrugged, "He'll wake up right now if you hit him a little."

Jojo sat up with a grin, "I can hit him?"

"Go ahead," nodded Roman, "He won't even be mad."

With a giggle, Jojo sat up and raised her hand in the air, bringing it down in a loud slap on Dean's face.

Dean shot up in bed in a fright, almost yelping out a curse until he saw who was in their bed.

"Daddy told me to!" Jojo said immediately, pointing at Roman.

Roman couldn't help but chuckle, "I didn't know she'd hit that hard."

Dean blinked the sleep out of his eyes as he rubbed his reddening cheek, "Ow," he whined.

Jojo shrugged apologetically, "You were sleeping too much. And it's your last day so you can't sleep anymore, okay?"

Dean nodded, rubbing his eyes but laying back down, "No sleeping. Got it."

Jojo smiled, her arms hooked through each of theirs.

"So what are we gonna do today instead of sleeping?" asked Roman.

"Nothing," giggled Jojo, "We're gonna stay in bed and eat pizza and play a game."

"Oh yeah? What game?"

"It's called 'Day Time Bed Time'," she grinned, "It's when we all stay in bed and eat pizza."

"I like the sound of that game," chuckled Dean.

Jojo nodded, "I know you do. I made it up all by myself." she suddenly gasped, "But we got to get Enzo and Momma, they're gonna play too!

With that, she shot up out of the bed and ran out of the room. She was back only a minute later dragging a dazed and half asleep Enzo with her.

"Quick Quick, get in the bed with Daddy and Dean!" Jojo yelled at him, before shooting out of the room again.

Enzo blinked, "I... I... what?"

"It's for the game," explained Roman, trying and failing to look apologetic. The look on Dean's face wasn't any different.

"Yeah, you should probably listen to her."

Enzo blinked again. "Am... am I still dreaming? he muttered.

Before an answer could come, Jojo showed up again, this time dragging her mother along.

"Is someone gonna tell me what 'Day Time Bed Time' is?" she asked wearily.

"It's a game where we all get into bed and do nothing," explained Roman, "Right Jojo?

"Right," she nodded, leaping back into the bed between Dean and Roman.

Gina let out a little hum, "Okay then." she saw Enzo still standing frozen by the door and she smirked, "Come on Enzo," she took his hand, pulling him to the bed, "Its game time."

Not surprisingly, Gina all but shoved Enzo into the bed before her, right next to Dean. It was a big bed, but still, four adults and a six year old was still a bit of a tight squeeze, which meant sitting next to Dean meant that Enzo was almost on top of him.

He sincerely hoped his red face could be brushed off as the fact that he had just woken up.

Which was totally believable, because Dean was looking pretty red too. Dean of course, was gonna try and blame that on the fact that he had been slapped awake. And he most certainly was not about to think about the fact that Enzo was right there in bed with him.

Again.

On the other side of Jojo, Roman was trying not to show his huge smile. This week was ending how it had started. He was in bed with both Dean and Enzo and this time he didn't have to feel guilty because it was Jojo who'd made it happen.

And anything Jojo made happen couldn't possibly be wrong.

So he smiled.

It only took a few minutes for the initial awkwardness to go away, and 'Day Time Bed Time' was fast becoming Jojo's favourite game.

She loved her family to bits, and she loved them even more when they were all together like this. It didn't happen a lot, but she'd make sure that it would happen again.

And she'd make extra sure that Enzo never ever ever left, becasue he was the best at all her games.

"Ooh hey! I forgot to show you something!" Jojo quickly perked up, "We had a project at school and I got the best mark!"

That sure shut everyone up a up a bit. Jojo getting the best mark at something wasn't something that happened a lot. At all. So their surprise was called for.

"You got the highest mark?" Gina said, trying not to sound so shocked. It didn't work, but Jojo didn't notice.

She nodded, "Uh huh. Look I'll show you."

She scrambled out of the bed and ran to her room.

"She's never got the highest mark at anything before," Roman whispered.

"Our baby's growing up," Dean pretended to wipe a way a tear.

When Jojo showed up again, she was carrying a rolled up piece of cardboard paper that was almost as big as she was.

I made it at school," sh e grinned, "It's a family tree, see?"

She spread the cardboard paper over the floor, and the adults leaned over her edge of the bed to see. It wasn't as much a tree as it was a whole lot of faces with names under them in some questionable spelling.

Jojo smiled at her creation and pointed, "See, that's Grandma Patti and Grandpa Sika. And that's Grandma May and Grandpa Kevin. But I didn't do Grandpa in colour becasue he got dead, remember."

"Yeah, baby, we remember," Gina nodded.

"And that's Grandma Julie and Grandpa Jony," she pointed, "But Gradma Julie is in black and white becasue she got Dead, and Grandpa Jony has lines over his face because he went to jail."

Dean pulled his lips into his mouth, trying not to laugh and the makeshift bars over his dad's face, "That's real smart, kid."

"I know it," she grinned, and carried on pointing, "and that, she grinned, is Grandma Trudy!"

Enzo blinked at that, "What?"

"Yeah, I saw her picture in your wallet when I was looking for money," she smiled, "She's your mama, right?"

Enzo was still quite taken aback, "Uh, yeah, she is. You... you put her on your family tree?"

"Of course I did, silly!" she chuckled. Enzo still stared at the little girl as she carried on.

Jojo's fingers moved down the paper, "and then that's Uncle Jimmy and Uncle Jey and Uncle Rocky and Aunty Nia and Aunty Tamina and Aunty Naomi." she went to the other side of the paper, "And that's Aunty Tina. Because Mama doesn't have any other brothers or sisters. And Dean doesn't' have any. And then that there is Leah, because Enzo only has one sister."

Enzo gaped again, "You... you put my sister on your family tree?"

"Of course I did, silly," she sighed at him, "I saw her picture on your phone when you were sleeping. You should probably not make your password so easy." she carried on pointing, not seeing the look on Enzo's face.

"And then that's Momma, and that's Daddy, and that's Dean, and that's Enzo, and in the middle, that's Jojo! Jojo is me." she grinned, "And that's my family tree!" she threw her hands up, "I had the biggest one on the whole class. Which means I have the biggest family! Which means I have more people who love me, which means I win, right!"

The adults looked at the grinning little girl with unadulterated adoration. Roman held out his arms and Jojo leapt into them, "That is absolutely right, baby girl, you win."

She grinned at him, "Now, is it time for Pizza yet?"

"It's always time for pizza," Dean grinned, "Now whoever finds the menu first gets to pick the toppings."

Three bodies leapt out of the bed and ran towards the kitchen.

Still at the edge of the bed, was Enzo, staring at his face on Jojo's family tree. It was right there next to the picture of her parents. Right there. Like it belonged there.

He felt a presence next to him as he stared.

"Hey," Gina said quietlly, "You okay?"

Enzo looked at her, the tiniest smile on his face, "She put me on the family tree." he said softly.

Gina smiled at him, "That's what happens when you're family, Amore." she threw an arm over his shoulder, "Now come on, we can't let Dean be in charge of pizza toppings. He'll ruin it with bananas."

She got off the bed, and left the room, leaving Enzo to keep looking at the tree. He finally let out a smile, getting up off the bed, and following his family to the kitchen.