Phil's P.O.V

"Honey, I'm home!" I called out.

"Papa!" Catherine sprinted around the corner, tackling my legs. The force sent me stumbling back, and I nearly dropped the bags in my hands.

"Hey, Cat. Careful, I don't want to drop everything."

Catherine let go, bounding back and grinning up at me.

"Can I help?" She asked.

"Yeah. There's some pillows in the car, do you want to go and bring them inside for me?"

"Sure!" Catherine skipped over to the car.

I lugged the bags inside, dumping them on the dining room table. Dan waltzed into the room, smiling once he saw me.

"Hey babe."

"Hi. Where were you?"

"Bathroom. I was unpacking the boxes...why, did you want some help?"

"I will need it, yes. There are some things that are too heavy for me to carry by myself."

"Lead the way."

Dan followed me out the house, remarking about where which furniture will go where.

"How about we actually get everything inside the house before we plan it." I said, pulling the paint buckets out of the back of the car. Catherine had insisted on painting her room; and with a face as cute as hers, Dan and I both had trouble saying no.

"But there only groceries and decorations. I think I can plan our house mentally."

"You can't stop saying that, can you?" I asked, laughing at Dan's embarrassed flush.

"I like the way it sounds!" He cried in defence.

"I suppose I should be used to it, it seems to be a reoccurrence with you." I winked at him.

"You'd piss me off so much if I didn't love you." We had made it to Catherine's bedroom, our shoes crunching on the plastic coverings.

"Lucky for me you do then." I smirked, kissing him quickly before putting the paint tins on the ground.

"What are these called again?" Dan asked.

"Bubblegum blue."

"And her bed sheets are 'Princess Pink'. The names for kid things are so weird."

"But it makes her happy, so does it really matter?"

"No." Dan shook his head. "But I feel like even we could come up with better names."

"You and I?" I asked, quirking my eyebrow up.

"Maybe not."

Catherine bounded into her room, a giant smile on her face.

"Are we painting my room now?" She asked.

"We were about to, yes. Would you like to help?"

"Yes!"

"Aah!" Another paintbrush flick, this time to my face.

"Got you!" Dan and Catherine yelled, giggling when I wiped the paint off.

"Why am I the target in this paint game?"

"Because we're not going to throw paint on ourselves, are we Cat?"

"No, that would be silly."

I dipped the paintbrush in an open bucket, slowly picking it up and in one smooth movement, I flicked it at Dan. It hit his shoulder and a little ended up in his hair.

Catherine, deciding to change teams, flicked her own small paintbrush at Dan.

"Looks like the tables have turned." I said.

I high-fived Catherine, who appeared to be having the time of her life.

"Do you think it's funny, Cat?" Dan asked, turning to her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"I think it's hilarious." She replied.

"The sass is strong in this one."

"Not strong enough." Dan muttered to me. He quickly put his hands in the tin so they were covered in paint, and ran towards Catherine.

She squealed in surprise as Dan picked her up and spun her around, his hands leaving giant blue paint marks on her shirt; which interestingly enough, was white.

Understanding Dan's plan, I put my own hands in the paint and ran over to them, making hand prints on Dan and Catherine's clothes. Catherine giggled, her excited smile making Dan and I grin widely.

Dan put her down carefully, holding her shoulders until she regained balance.

"That was fun! We should do it again!"

"Maybe another day. If we don't start actually painting, we'll never get your room done."

"As it is you'll have to stay in our room tonight."

"Sleepover!" Catherine yelled.

"You can call it that." Dan laughed.

We somehow managed to paint the walls of Catherine's room, leaving the roof for tomorrow to paint. Dan and I fixed sandwiches for dinner; the three of us ended up in bed by ten. Catherine fell asleep quickly, her small light snores filling the silent room.

Dan and I smiled at each other as we watched her sleep. No matter how much time that passed, I still had to pinch myself; to make sure that my life wasn't a dream.

We shared a whispered conversation and small kisses; careful not to wake Catherine up. She was clutching her teddy bear tight, but occasionally she switched between cuddling Dan and cuddling myself.

"Can you believe that this is actually our life?" I asked Dan.

"Sometimes, no. I mean, think about it. I'm married to the love of my life; I have the best child anyone could ever ask for...I have good friends and a great relationship with my family."

Dan carefully leant over Catherine and pecked me quickly on the lips.

"There is nothing in my life I would change, and nothing in the world I would swap for what I have now."

"Nor would I." I said, staring into his eyes. I saw the love he held in there, and my mind buzzed with the happy feeling that it was all for me.

And in my heart, I felt the love I held for Dan swell.

REVIEW REPLY THINGY!

NeverlandNat: Do you really want me to stop? I mean, I don't think you do...but do you? Because I can if you want. I really do hope the chest pains are good, the last thing I want to do is cause you pain. You know, the cute fluffiness is going to keep going. Actually, there's probably going to be even more domestic fluff.

PhanWinchesters: (I would just like to point out that I love your name). I'm glad you like it. I love Catherine, she's so much fun. You know, I never thought about that before. I don't know, they might put her in a video. I might have to think on that.