Disclaimer: I only own Cassidy, Caitlynn, Hannah, and any other OC's that may pop up in the future. Basically, you recognize, I do not own. Thanks to my friend Aaron for his help in role playing this chapter with me.

Chapter 37

"Cassie?" John asked, coming up behind where she was standing at the door to Caitlynn's room watching her sleep. "Can we talk?"

"Sure, I guess." Cass said, closing Cait's door, and following John to the living room of their suite.

"Are we ok?" He asked, sitting down on the couch and looking at her intently.

"What do you mean?" Cassidy asked him, having a pretty good idea as to what he meant, but was trying to avoid the conversation.

"About today." John stated. "Are we ok after what all happened?"

"I guess so. She's safe and okay, that's all that matters." Cassidy said, shrugging her shoulders.

"No Cassidy." He said adamantly. "I'm not talking about where Caitlynn is concerned damn it. You and me. Us. No Caitlynn. Us only. Are you and I ok in regard to you and I?"

"Didn't realize we weren't okay." Cassidy said, biting her lip unconsciously.

"Yes you did." John accused "You had all these feelings bottled up that you're just brushing aside. I can tell Cassidy, you can't bullshit me remember? Damn it Cass if you have a problem bring it to me, tell me about it and confront me. Otherwise I won't know what in the hell's going on."

"Fine, YOU lost OUR daughter today. I guess I can say thankfully we got lucky, that it wasn't a COMPLETE psychopath that found her." Cassidy said, turning her gaze to his.

"Yeah." John nodded "I did. I screwed up. Pretty bad." His words almost shocked Cassidy, she was ready to argue with him over the fact.

"Well, I guess as long as you realize this." Cassidy said, getting up to grab her hair clip from the table.

"There's more isn't there?" He asked. "I've never known you to give up so easily."

"What do you want me to say John?" Cassidy asked, turning around and facing him.

"I want to be sure that things are ok." John said. "I mean, I guess I'm just feeling that things are being pushed on you too much. I mean you were forced to leave home because of getting pregnant, you came back and had to see me again under forced circumstances. I just want to know where you're coming from I guess."

"Well you pretty much said it all. I got pregnant, and had to leave home, leave you because I was terrified. Still think you resent me for that, and you talk to Cait on her birthday over the phone, making Randy talk me into flying out to see you again, and to tell you about her." Cassidy told him, clipping her hair up off her neck.

"Wait." He said in shock. "Wait, you think I resent you?"

"Well as you like to throw in my face every so often, 'You have only been a parent for 6 months, while I've had 4 years to practice.' So yeah, I think you resent me, for letting myself think that you'd not believe that she was yours, to tell you that all those years ago." Cassidy said defensively.

"Honey I have not said that to throw it in your face." He said adamantly. "That was NOT my intention. I was simply pointing it out. Pointing out the fact that I'm not as up on the latest parenting skills. When I've said that it wasn't a personal attack on you, it was an excuse for me, for my actions."

"Come on John, admit it. Somewhere inside of you, there's a part that hates me, because I kept our daughter from you for 4 years." Cassidy said, trying to goad him into admitting it.

"Nope." He shook his head "I never hated you. I was disappointed and upset yes, but hate was never an emotion I've felt."

"Fine then, I'm going to bed." She said, going over toward the room they shared, when John jumped over the back of the couch to block her.

"No." He said. "You aren't. We aren't finished yet."

"Yes we are." Cassidy told him stubbornly.

"No we are NOT!" He growled at her. "Go and sit your ass back down on that couch, before I drag you back to it."

"You can't tell me what to do." Cassidy said glaring at him, as she opened the bedroom door.

"Really?" He asked, before throwing her over his shoulder and stalking back to the couch. He dropped her on it none too gently and sat beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders so she couldn't move.

"Let me go." She said, trying to push his arm off her shoulders.

"No." He said quite loudly. "We are going to talk and I don't give a flying fuck if you don't like it."

"John, you're going to wake up Caitlynn." Cassidy said harshly, slapping his shoulder.

"Well don't give me a reason to yell." He said, smacking her shoulder back lightly.

"Well I think I have said pretty much all I want to say to you tonight, so what oh great one, do you feel we need to talk about?" Cassidy asked smartly.

"I want some answers." He said. "Now don't be going and thinking this is an attack at you or some whacked out shit because it ain't. I just want to know from your point of view, why you felt it right to be away from me for four some odd years."

"I've told you John." Cassidy said, trying to stand up again.

"But." He said. "All you said was something about your parents and some shit about not burdening me. I want to know why you felt that way."

"I figured you wouldn't want to be tied down to a child. Then I thought you'd tell me that the baby wasn't yours, and that I probably slept with half the guys on the college campus." Cassidy told him, as if it were nothing.

"You actually think I'd be like that?" He scoffed, severely offended.

"I don't know John, its how I was thinking after my parents fuckin disowned me." Cassidy said, intensely.

"But how'd I get dragged into it?" He asked. "You should have wanted to push your parents away not me."

"I was scared you'd react the same way they did. I couldn't face that kind of rejection again, so I ran away. I thought it'd be easier to just let you hate me, for leaving you, than you resenting Caitlynn someday." She told him getting upset again, thinking about the past.

"I wouldn't have resented my child Cass." John said quietly. There was no accusatory tone to his voice however.

"Yeah, well in my fucked up head at the time, I couldn't see that. Hell my parents resented me, so I figured you, Mr. Up and coming pro wrestler, wouldn't want to have a baby on your hands at 21 years old."

"So you really don't know me at all do you?" John accused.

"No, I guess I don't obviously." Cassidy snapped, feeling the start of a headache coming on.

"Cassidy why in the WORLD would you think that my stupid JOB would be more important than you and Caitlynn?" He asked "I mean yes, I love being a wrestler but it don't mean shit if I don't have you and her."

"John, I was scared okay. I was 21, scared and alone. Before you even say it, I was ALONE! My parents had done kicked me out, I was living in Louisville, and you were living in California." Cassidy said, turning to glare at him harshly. "I can't even begin to tell you how many times I WANTED to pick up the phone after Cait was born, to call you and tell you about her. Then I was scared you really would hate me, so I didn't. Every time I looked at her, I felt a piece of my heart shatter completely. I knew that being a wrestler was your dream, and I didn't want you to do the 'honorable' thing, and marry me, just because I was pregnant, and then find out 10 years down the road, that we weren't what you wanted." She said, wiping away the tears that fell from her eyes.

"I would have done that though." He said. "Marrying you I mean. I don't think I would have ever doubted that decision though."

"You can say that now." She laughed bitterly almost.

"Yep" He nodded "and I can say it for back then too. You were my whole world back then. I loved you deeply and to find out you were having my baby, would have made me happier than I had ever been."

"Fine, I fucked up by not telling you. Is that what you're waiting to hear?" She asked in a smart ass tone.

"No." He shook his head calmly. "I don't want to hear that at all. I just wanted to hear your reasons for leaving that's it."

"Well you've heard them. Now can I please go to bed?" She asked, rubbing her aching temples.

"Just for my own piece of mind, no bullshit, straight up, things are ok between us right? Don't be a smartass either I want a truthful honest answer." He looked into her eyes so he could tell if she was lying when she answered.

"I guess we are, but I told you earlier, I didn't think there was anything not right with us." She said, closing her eyes to block out the light.

"Okay." John nodded. "Thank you for talking with me." He leaned over and kissed her aching temple.

"Well, night." She said, getting up to go to bed.

"Night baby" he said softly, watching her go. He still wasn't 100 feeling well about things but if he couldn't get answers he'd have to wait for them.

xoxoxoxo

"John, are you sure about this?" Cassidy asked, looking worriedly at John.

"Yes baby." He said, pacing back and forth. "I have everything handled."

"What if he tries to get revenge somehow? I mean, this could all backfire in our faces, and our daughter's life could be in danger." Cassidy said, worriedly.

"He won't." John said, smiling sickly at her. "I have everything under control."

"Alright, well Jim said that he has plenty of security around Cait, and Kurt is close by the room she's in." Cassidy whispered, as she began chewing her nails nervously.

"That's not all." He said, still smiling sickly. "Did I tell you about the closet that's in there?"

"John, I swear I'm like so close to going over the damn edge, and grabbing Caitlynn and going home. What the fuck are you talking about?" She asked, nearing hysterics almost.

"Shh." He soothed, coming over to her. "There's a hidden closet in the bathroom of the room Cait's in. Before anybody came to the arena today before we had to be here with Cait, Randy snuck in and hid in it, it's big so he can move around and shit and he brought drinks and something to snack on. Anything tries to go on and he'll be there to stop it."

"So Cait has no idea he's here?" She asked, looking up at him hesitant still.

"No." John shook his head. "And won't until he has to show himself."

"Do everything in your power not to make him show himself." She begged, hugging him tightly.

"I will." John said, hugging her back. "And if the match goes off without a hitch he'll sneak out and 'bump' into us later."

"What do you mean, bump into us later?" She asked, looking at him warily.

"I dunno as we're walking down the hall, he'll show up and talk or something." John shrugged.

"I really wish I didn't have to go out there with you." She told him, shaking slightly.

"Baby it'll be fine." He soothed. "You just sit beside JR and things will be okay."

"Alright." She said, as they heard Edge's music start up. "Guess its show time."

"Come on." He smiled, leading her to Gorilla position.

"Feel like I'm going to puke." She mumbled, walking hand in hand with him to where they needed to go.

"Direct it toward Edge." He chuckled. "Spew on him."

"Okay." She replied, chuckling softly. "Don't get hurt, and don't give him the chance to find her." She whispered, as they waited for his music to start.

"I won't." He said, as his music started. John took her hand tightly in his and they made their way out in front of the crowd.

"I'm gonna faint." She muttered, as they walked down the ramp toward the ring. If she was being perfectly honest, the look John wore on his face, was something she was a little afraid by. He literally looked as though he could kill Adam with his bare hands, and never give it a second thought. Not that she minded, but it still kind of scared her.

"Sit here and don't move no matter what." He said, sitting her in an empty chair by where JR was sitting, on the other side of Lilian Garcia.

'I love you.' She mouthed to him, as he got inside the ring. "Dear God, please let this go the way it needs too." Cassidy prayed to herself, unsure what would happen to her, if things went different than they should.

"Don't look to happy today Johnny boy." Adam taunted, smiling as he chomped on the gum that always seemed to be in his mouth.

"Well let's see, my child gets lost, and some asshole prick finds her, but instead of bringing her back to me, decides to blackmail me instead." John said, ready to attack him.

"Smart ain't I?" Adam chuckled, keeping a careful eye on John's every move.

"No, but you are a bastard." John said, tackling him to the mat.

"Get off me bitch." Adam said, trying to push John off of him and block the blows at the same time.

"Oh what, you think you can keep my daughter from me, and I won't beat your ass into the fuckin ground?" John asked, wailing on him.

"Get off." Adam said, succeeding in pushing John away, only for John to tackle him again.

"Come on bitch boy, you want to scare my daughter? Well guess what, I'm not an innocent little 4 year old." He spat, punching him right above the eye.

"But you punch like one." Adam said, kicking John between the legs. "Owww shit!" He yelled, when his leg collided with something hard.

"Oh really? Is that why you have a busted up face then?" John asked, smirking at Adam, before drilling in his face again.

"No, that's why you have a bastard child that your woman was ashamed to tell you about" Adam shot out, enraging John even more.

"YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!" John roared, forgetting that this was an actual match, and began beating Adam, intent on killing him.

"Ugh!" Adam groaned, trying feebly to push John away.

"I hope you fucking rot in hell, you son of a bitch." John growled in Adam's ear.

"See you there." Adam spat with bravado he didn't feel.

"You wish." John said, before locking in the STFU, making Adam tap out instantly.

"ARGH MY NECK MY DAMN NECK YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Adam yelled dramatically.

"Be damn grateful I didn't snap it again for you." John said, before spitting on his prone body. John came out of the ring and over to Cassidy, holding his hand out for her to take, which she did so almost hesitantly.

xoxoxoxo

"I want Caitlynn." She said, once they got to the back.

"Alright come on." He said, leading her to the room she was in. "Back off assholes." He said, shoving the guards out of the way as he went in.

"Caitlynn." Cassidy said, rushing into the room, and grabbing Caitlynn up into her arms.

"Hi mommy." She said, hugging Cassidy back. "How are you?"

"I'm okay. Were you a good girl in here?" She asked, pulling back to look at Caitlynn's face.

"Uh huh." She nodded. "You know sometin' though?"

"What's that?" Cass asked, as John mumbled something about going to shower, and that the guards were still there.

"I think I hear a sneeze earlier." Caitlynn said, making Cassidy bite her cheek to keep from laughing.

"You did huh?" Cassidy asked, trying her damndest not to laugh.

"Uh huh." Caitlynn answered. "It sounded like Uncle Randy."

"Did not." Randy called from the closet. "Oh shoot. Pay no attention to the voice coming from the closet."

"Randall." Cassidy said 'sternly'.

"Darn it I had been quiet all this time too." He grumbled, coming out of the closet.

"Bet that was really hard for you." John said, coming back into the room then.

"Actually it wasn't." Randy shot back. "I had my Ipod in there with me so meh." He punctuated his statement by sticking out his tongue.

"Okay, well Jim is restraining Adam, so we need to get the hell out of here now." John said seriously.

"Come on then." Randy said, letting John go out first, then Cassidy and Caitlynn, him bringing up the rear.

xoxoxoxo

"Do you have a car here?" Cassidy asked, once they had gotten outside.

"Over there." Randy pointed to his rental.

"Thanks for being here tonight Randy." Cassidy whispered, standing on her tip toes to hug him.

"It's okay." He said, hugging her back. "I'm glad I could be here, you know I'd do anything for you guys."

"Thanks." She whispered again, as she went to go put Caitlynn in the car, leaving John and Randy to talk for a few minutes.

"Been one hell of a night hasn't it?" Randy asked, leaning against a fence that was by the car.

"Mmhmm." John muttered distracted still.

"Hey you ok?" Randy asked, picking up on his mood.

"I wanted to kill him. I could have killed him, and it wouldn't have bugged me." John said, leaning against Randy's rental.

"Yeah I can see where you would." Randy nodded. "Hell I want to also and I would if he showed up."

"He called my little girl a bastard, then in the same breath, had the nerve to say that Cassidy was ashamed to tell me about Cait." John whispered, looking down at the ground.

"What?" Randy asked, floored by John's admission. "That son of a bitch...I'll kill him."

"Why didn't she tell me man?" John asked, as a few rebel tears fell down his face.

"John she was afraid of your reaction." Randy said, wondering why he was acting like this. "You know that."

"I know, I'm just letting Copeland's words get to me." John said, glancing over at the car. "Listen, I want to get them out of here, so I'll see you later on."

"Alright." Randy said, clapping John on the back. "Call me if you need me."

"I will." John replied, going over to his car.

"You ready to leave now?" Cassidy asked, looking over at him.

"Yeah I'm ready." He said, cranking up the car. "Let's get out of here."

"You okay?" She asked, still a little leery of him.

"Yep just fine." He said, mindlessly turning on the road.

"You sure?" She pushed, knowing something was on his mind.

"Yes I'm fine." He snapped lightly.

"Okay." Cassidy whispered, looking out the window the rest of the drive.

"Sorry." He mumbled a few minutes later, when things had been practically silent between them.

"It's okay." Cassidy whispered, trying to hide the fact she had been crying.

xoxoxoxo

They got to the hotel and John carried Caitlynn in the hotel as Cassidy trailed behind a bit. They went up to their room and John tucked her into bed before going into the bathroom to change. Once he came out he sat on the edge of his and Cassidy's bed. "Adam got in my head tonight." He muttered quietly.

"What are you talking about?" Cassidy asked, not looking up at him.

"He said some things about you and Cait." He whispered.

"What'd he say?" She asked, having a pretty good idea what was said, but felt that she should ask anyways.

"That Caitlynn was a bastard child and that you were ashamed to tell me." John bit out quietly. "I know." She whispered, getting up and going outside on the balcony.

"You know?" He asked, following her. "What do you mean you know?"

"What'd you think I used to deal with when I was his PA?" She asked, smartly.

"Oh yeah." John whispered.

"Why'd you let that get in your head though?" Cassidy asked, turning around to look at him.

"I don't know." He sighed. "Just the way he said it."

"Well I don't feel that way." Cassidy said quietly, looking away from him.

"Don't feel what way?" He asked quietly, trying to move into her field of vision.

"I don't feel that she's a bastard, nor was I too ashamed to tell you." She said, keeping her back to him.

"I know that Cass." He said, damning Adam to hell for making him doubt things.

"Then why treat me like shit?" She asked, turning around to look at him. When she did, he could see the tears in her eyes.

"Baby I didn't mean to." He said lamely.

"I thought we had moved passed all this?" She asked, folding her arms across her, as she looked up at him still.

"We have." He sighed. "I just let Adam play mind games with me, which I shouldn't have done."

"It's not fair to me John, or to us. I mean, yeah everyone's going to have their stupid ass opinions on how what I did was wrong. I know that it was, and I don't know how many times I can apologize for not telling you." Cassidy cried, wiping at her eyes.

"What do you want from me Cass?" He asked "Huh? I fucked up. I'm sorry. What can I do?"

"Stop holding this over my head. Let it go like you've said you have." She replied, wanting to choke him.

"I HAVE!" He exclaimed loudly.

"Fine, but if you truly have, you wouldn't have let Adam get inside your head tonight." She said sadly, looking around him to make sure he hadn't woke Caitlynn with his outburst.

"He pissed me off okay?" John growled, getting inches from her face. "That's fuckin' it. He pissed me off and I hated the damn fact that he said it, and instead of taking my anger out on you I held it in ok? Sorry for doing what I thought was best." He stormed in and lay gingerly beside Caitlynn on her bed, being careful not to wake her up.

"No John, you just get fuckin snippy with me, and I have no idea why, but yeah if you think that's best." Cassidy said, sitting outside on the balcony.

"Maybe I'm not the one that's not over it." She heard him say quietly.

"Whatever." Cassidy snapped, getting up and going inside, grabbing her pajamas and going to the bathroom to change. Once she had finished, she went and lay on her bed, her back facing John as she cried softly.

"Yeah whatever" he mumbled, before going completely silent.

xoxoxoxo

"I'm sorry." She whispered tearfully, almost an hour later. She had packed up her and Caitlynn's things, hoping to get a flight to St. Louis, or Dallas, or anywhere John wasn't for the moment. Going over to pick Caitlynn up, was what woke John up slightly.

"What are you doing?" He mumbled.

"Cait has to go to the bathroom." Cassidy said, cursing her luck.

"Bullshit." He said, when he woke up enough to see the bags packed.

"Just go back to sleep John." Cassidy whispered quietly.

"No I will not." He said, glaring at her. "What in the fuck are you doing Cassidy?"

"I couldn't sleep, so I was packing." She said, which wasn't a complete lie, just not the whole thing.

"We don't leave until the day after tomorrow." He pointed out, not buying the excuse. "And you haven't packed any of my bags, just yours and Cait's, and if she has to go to the bathroom so much, then why's she dead asleep?"

"Fine, I was going to leave." Cassidy muttered, not looking up at him.

"Why?" He asked, getting up out of the bed. "Just because we're fighting? Huh? Is that the way you solve all your problems Cass? Huh? First you run off when you get pregnant, then you try and pretend I'm not there after I find out, then you try to get with someone else to spite me...what's next Cass?" "I just figured we needed some space, then maybe we wouldn't be jumping down each other's throats." Cassidy said, shaking so bad that she was about to drop Caitlynn.

"Well we DON'T need that." John spat. "What we NEED to do is FIX THINGS. That's what couples do. They don't run from their shit they work it out, do you know how to do that?"

"Yes I know how to do that." Cassidy spat at him quietly, not wanting to wake Caitlynn up.

"Then show it." He dared. "Show that you know how."

"You know, you have a lot of nerve telling me I run away from shit. You're the one that tucked tail, and came in here, to lay down with Caitlynn." She said, moving to lay her daughter back down.

"I had no other choice." He shot back.

"What do you mean you had no choice?" Cassidy asked, turning around from putting Caitlynn back on her bed.

"I had no other choice." He said simply. "Meaning I had no other options."

"God John, I really wish you'd tell me what the hell you want from me. I can only say I'm sorry for not telling you about Cait so many times. I'm sorry if I let my feelings get hurt when you snapped at me tonight, but they did." Cassidy said, moving to go back to bed.

"And I fucking told you I'm over it." he said, rolling his eyes. "You're the one insinuating that I'm not, and trying to leave me because of it."

"That's not why I wanted to leave. I didn't want us to get into some huge ass fight, and ruin what we have between us. I just thought if we could talk when we're both calm and rational, and not so overly emotional, then maybe things would be okay. Instead, we're right back to square fucking one, and we're arguing and it's not good for any of us." She said, smiling softly at Caitlynn who slept like she did a lot. Buried deep under the covers, even if it was summer time outside.

"But see you don't get it." He groaned. "Leaving to diffuse a situation is NOT the answer. Damn it Cass you can't always run from your problems. What...you know what no I'm through, you've not heard a word I said tonight so fuck it." He said, walking away into the bathroom.

"So fighting with our child in the same room is the right thing to do?" Cassidy asked, storming over to the bathroom door.

"I'm not fighting." He mumbled. "I'm not saying another word."

"No John, I want you to tell me what the fuck you want from me." She growled, going into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her.

"I want you to sit and LISTEN, L-I-S-T-E-N to what I have to say." He snapped. "Sitting there and putting words in my mouth and assuming you know what's going on is getting us nowhere. You have NOT listened to the real reason why I was acting like I was, you have it in your damn stubborn ass mind that I'm pissed over something that happened so freaking long ago, it isn't even funny when I'M NOT!"

"Fine, then why are you so upset?" She asked, crossing her arms over her.

"Look I did have a fleeting thought of all that when Adam got into my head." He sighed. "And up until I talked to Randy I WAS stewing over it yes, but I realized how STUPID I was being and started beating myself up about it. THAT'S why I've been so moody since we left the arena, because I realized what a moron I was for letting Adam get to me like that ok?"

"I wish you hadn't of." She whispered, looking at him sadly.

"Hadn't of what?" He asked with a sigh, as he sat on the edge of the bathtub.

"Let him get to you like that. I mean, that's all he was trying to do obviously." She said, sitting on the sink counter across from him.

"Yeah so what do you want me to say?" He sighed.

"I don't know." She sighed, swinging her legs back and forth.

"Alright" he sighed again. "Guess you can just be mad at me until whenever".

"I don't want to be mad at you. I want to be able to go to sleep, knowing that you still love me as much as I love you. I want to know that no matter what, I'm not going to feel like I'm this close to losing you, just because someone got inside your mind. I want to know that you'll talk to me, instead of talking to Randy, and making me think all the way home that I did something wrong to piss you off at me. I want US back John. The way we used to be." Cassidy said, tears flowing down her face as she let out all of her emotions.

"Baby I do love you." He sighed. "I do and I hope you know that."

"I know." She said, wiping away her tears.

''So what's this?'' He asked.

"What's what?" She asked, looking up at him.

"This whole thing." He reiterated.

"I don't know." She sighed, looking down at her bare feet again.

"Baby is this really about what you've said it's about?" He asked, wondering if something else was up.

"Yeah." She whispered, not wanting to tell him that he had scared her, with the way he had been acting before his match.

"Bullshit." He said lightly. "I know there's something else up."

"You scared me tonight." She mumbled, not daring to look up and see his face.

"How?" He asked, confused by her words.

"The way you were talking before your match. It was like something possessed you inside, and you seemed like, I don't know, a monster out for blood." She said, hating her choice of words.

"Oh." He said, looking at the floor ashamedly. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. I mean, I know you were just upset and frustrated, and you needed to get yourself into the right mindset to go out there." Cassidy said, in an attempt to apologize for making him feel bad.

"Yeah." He whispered, not feeling any better about himself.

"Great, now you're upset again." Cassidy whispered, looking away from him.

"Again?" He asked. "Was I ever not?"

"Fine, still." She corrected, not meeting his gaze.

"The only reason I'm upset is because I know I'm a stupid idiot." He said. "Hell I shouldn't have been around you like that."

"John, I know you were upset. Hell, I was upset too. You just seemed like you could have killed Adam with your own hands, and never gave a damn about the consequences. I was afraid that you'd let your anger for him, over rule any rational thinking you may have had left in your brain, and then you'd wind up hurt. Contrary to what you may have believed for the last hour or so, I do care about you, and I don't want to see you get hurt." She said, getting up and moving over to his lap.

"I knew what I was doing." He whispered. "I think rationally when I'm upset."

"You had this sick crazy man look in your eyes." She said, wrapping her arms around him loosely.

"I was pissed." he said lamely. "No one fucks with my family and gets away with it."

"No kidding? Baby, I know you love us, and I know how much you feel you need to protect us. You've always been that way, ever since the day I met you. You yelled at me for calling Sean a dork, cause he had on a Spiderman shirt, and Batman swim trunks." Cassidy laughed, thinking back on the first day she met him.

"So what now?" He asked, not knowing what to do.

"Put this behind us?" She asked, smiling at him gently.

"Amen to that." He smiled, lying against her tiredly. "Tired?" She asked, stroking the back of his hair gently.

"Drained." He admitted. "I'm way past tired, moving on to exhausted."

"Okay." Cassidy whispered, looking him in the eye. "John, do you ever want more children?" She asked, pulling on her t-shirt.

"Yeah." He nodded. "Someday I do. I mean I kinda want to wait a while longer, but I mean if it happens now then it happens now I guess, there's nothing we can do about it."

"Well I'm not saying I'm pregnant right now or anything." She said, rolling her eyes a bit at him."Alright then." He chuckled. "But if you are or you get pregnant soon then I'm all ready for it. God the thought...it makes me kinda giddy. Haha. I mean to see you grow bigger and have to go out and get you food at 2:00 in the morning and to see my baby being born..." He trailed off as he got choked up thinking about it.

"Yeah." Cassidy whispered, knowing what he meant.

"I love you baby." He whispered, wrapping his arms around her lightly. "Love you too." She replied quietly, holding him around his waist.

"Shall we go to bed now?" He asked, picking her up in his arms.

"Mmhmm." She mumbled, resting her head in the crook of his neck.

"Alright." He said, taking them back out to the main room where he gently laid her down on the bed before getting in with her.

"Night." Cassidy whispered, resting a leg on top of his.

"Night." He mumbled, wrapping his arms around her in a protective gesture.