A/N: The letter and words of Anne Boleyn are in the public domain.

No one was more surprised than Adam when he woke up on Monday morning and felt alright. He did his yoga, took his shower and went downstairs.

Vince had almost finished his breakfast. Eric stood at the stove and stirred something in a frying pan. They both smiled when Adam came down the stairs and looked like his normal self.

Vince gave his chuckle. "Well, good morning, son. Did you sleep well?" He put down his completely empty coffee cup.

Adam nodded and kissed both his father's and daddy's cheeks. Good morning, father, daddy. I actually did. I missed Dean though. Thank you again for the wonderful day, yesterday. That lap top is incredible. Daddy, did you add that pregnancy tracking software?" He sat down at the table. Eric put a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast down in front of Adam.

Eric also set Adam's pill and orange juice down next to Adam's plate. "Of course I did. You'll love the feeding charts and medical records. Wish I'd had something like that with you. Have you looked at all the added software?" He arched his brow and sipped his coffee.

Adam swallowed his bite of food. "Not yet, but I will. Everyone was so generous. I'm still amazed at the comic Shawn put together and that you thought of it..." He paused, looked at Vince and sighed.

"Father, how soon can we meet with Bob Orton? I want to get this settled." Adam arched his brow at Vince.

Vince put some papers in his briefcase. "Soon. We have a meeting with Carol Reso this morning. Your dad and I want to find out what we can do. Keep it legal and above board." He closed the brief case and stood. Vince kissed his husband then the top of Adam's blond head.

"Love you, Vinnie. I will meet you at Carol's office at eleven. Have a good day, honey." Eric stood to walk his husband out.

"Love you, father. Thank you. I want Dean to legally be the papa." Adam stated as his parents went out to the garage.

"So do I, baby." Dean spoke as he stepped into the McMahon's kitchen. He pulled off his motorcycle gloves, then kissed Adam good morning.

Earlier that morning at the Hart house:

Dean had managed to get some sleep, but it was hard without Adam next to him. He hoped Adam was okay, especially for the sake of the baby. Dean did some yoga, showered, dressed and went down to the kitchen. The house looked wonderful. You would have never known there had been a fire with major smoke damage.

Dean found his parents having coffee and eating the huge bran muffins Bret had made. Dean joined them. Good morning greetings were exchanged and Dean poured himself a cup of coffee, but didn't take a muffin.

Shawn gave a slight smile. "Hard time without Adam? Maybe it won't be too long. But son, it is only six in the morning, please wait to go see him, at least until seven thirty or eight." He tousled Dean's hair.

Dean shrugged. "I got some sleep. Dad, I have another problem. I've got to get a job, a good job. Adam needs an engagement ring and I want to buy it for him." While he had missed Adam in his bed, getting Adam a nice ring had really been the cause for his lack of sleep.

Bret looked at Dean. "Son, we agreed, a while ago, we want you to concentrate on school, not work. We will buy the ring, then when you get a job, you can pay us back. I'm sure Adam understands we can't get a big ring. Besides, I have a feeling Adam isn't a big ring type of person." He finished with a sip of coffee.

Dad, I appreciate that, I do, but no. I know what we agreed to, but I can work and go to school. You're right, Adam doesn't want a big ring,but he needs a ring, he deserves it." Dean took a sip of his own coffee.

Without a word, Shawn got up and left the kitchen. Bret and Dean looked after Shawn, then at each other. Bret and Dean both shrugged. Dean reached for a muffin, but he only picked at it.

"I can respect that, son. Maybe we can find you something on the weekends. The holidays are approaching. Stores will be hiring extra sales help. We will have to talk about this." Bret was firm, but he also understood.

Before Dean could answer, Shawn returned. "I think I can solve your problem. You could give Adam this." He put down a small, ornate box that looked like it had been made of ivory, which it was. It was old, but well cared for. Shawn pushed the little box over to Dean.

Dean's brow arched. He picked up the box and opened it. The box was lined with blue velvet. The box contained a beautiful ring. The ring was made of platinum and the stone was a half carat sapphire in a delicate Marquise cut. It was graceful and its simplicity made it elegant. Dean looked at his dad.

Shawn smiled softly. "It was my grandmothers, your great grandmother. It was her engagement ring. Don't you think it would suit Adam's hand perfectly? It may need to be sized, but that is an easy thing to do, and much less expensive. I would love for you to give it to Adam. Dean, you're just as much a Michaels as you are a Hart. This is part of your inheritance. Why not share it with Adam. It would make your great grandmother happy." Shawn wasn't sure how Dean would feel, but he wanted him to feel like family.

Dean carefully took the ring out of the box and looked at it closer. "Oh, it's perfect. It screams Adam. It's elegant, yet strong, independent in its beauty. But, are you really sure? It would mean a lot to me, but, I'm not really her great grandson." He still felt funny, even after five years, was he really a Michaels-Hart?

Shawn's eyes filled with emotion. "Dean, my dear child, you are as much a Michaels as I am, and as much of a Hart as your pops. If your great grandmother Michaels was alive, you would be two peas in a pod. She was a rebel, you would have loved her. I think we've been bad parents. We haven't shared or taught you family history like we should have. I think we were too concerned about the present to think about the past. I'm sorry, Dean. That is our fault. I'm going to put together a photo album and history for you. I'm so sorry, son. Please, take the ring for Adam. It would mean so much to me." He gave Dean a hope filled look.

Dean hugged Shawn and remained attached. He placed his head on Shawn's shoulder. "Daddy, it's not anything to be sorry about. I would love to learn about the family history. It's hard for me to comprehend that I have a whole new family to learn about. I don't even know if I had any aunts, uncles or cousins. I think my drunken sperm donor mentioned a sister once, but nobody claimed me. Fuck em, I'd ten thousand times rather be a Michaels-Hart than a Damnbrose." He hugged Shawn again and didn't care that he was a grown teen and sat on Shawn's lap.

Shawn held Dean close. "My sweet, baby. I won't yell for your language, you're allowed to feel how you feel. I'll do the family history over the weekend. I have to find some pictures and I may have one of your great grandma's journals. You actually look a bit like her. Where do you think I got the copper in my hair from? She had an auburn mop like you. She shocked everyone when she bobbed her hair and wore jeans. I'll find the photos and journal. Now, what about the ring? You know Adam would love it." Shawn let Dean up off his lap, Dean was not a lightweight.

Dean sat back down in his own chair "I'd be honored to give it to Adam. It's kind of like the one I'd been looking at. Adam isn't a diamond kind of guy. He told me once, in the hospital, he loved sapphires. Thank you for sharing a family heirloom with me. It means a lot to me. If I could have one wish, it would be that I'd been born to you." He lovingly put the ring back in the box. Dean then put the box in his pocket.

Adam smiled into the kiss. When the kiss ended, Adam spoke. "What took you so long, it's ten minutes after eight!" He tried to sound mad, but he wasn't really.

Dean laughed and took the rest of Adam's coffee. "You only need half a cup. Dad told me not to show up before eight. How did you sleep? I sure missed you."

All the bravery Adam had built up came crashing down. The tears wanted to begin. "Oh Dean, I was miserable. I managed to sleep, but not before I drowned poor Peanut. I can't..." Adam stopped and quickly wiped his eyes and sniffed. Eric had come back into the kitchen from the garage. He didn't want Eric to see how upset he really was.

Dean picked up on Adam's signal not to let Eric see the upset. "Well, it wasn't easy, but we made it. What do you want to do today, baby. Not often we have a free day from school."

Adam shrugged. "Wish my appointment with Doctor Page was today instead of tomorrow. Oh well, we should work on the Tudor Times." Adam couldn't think very well, he was still upset.

Eric sat down at the table with Dean and Adam. "Baby, you've been crying. You can't fool your old dad. What is it? Please, don't bottle it up like last time." He looked at Adam, worry was deeply etched onto his face.

Adam gave a wry smile. "No, I can't, can I. I'm okay, I just really missed Dean last night. I did sleep, but not without crying my eyes out. How would you feel if father suddenly stopped sleeping with you? I know he goes on business trips, but at least he comes back. It felt like half my heart and soul were ripped from me." He was close to anger as he explained how he felt.

Dean held Adam's hand in his. "Nail on the head. That is exactly how I tried to put to words. My soul and heart were ripped in half. Promise me something, love of mine. When I become an Archaeologist, you and the kids will go with me on digs. I was serious when I said I want you to me my...my... Journalist is the word I want. All good Archaeologist have a Journalist to record everything." Dean was serious as he spoke.

Adam chuckled. "It's Archivist, and yes, that is what I would love to do. I love doing research and I'm getting good at photography, and I can draw. We will make a great team, like Indy and Marion. Maybe we can get a nice RV, to take on digs, better for kids than tent. But that is then, my heart hurts now. I guess we will get used it... but I don't want to..." He gave a sigh so deep it came from the souls of his feet.

Eric listened to the boys talk. They had so much hope and they had solid plans for the future. Not many teenagers thought like that, and perhaps they should. Eric also knew some of it came from Stephanie, she was an excellent Guidance Councilor. Still, he felt bad for keeping them apart, but it had to be, for now any way.

"Son, you really need to look at your new lap top. I had them install Libre Office, with all the newest updates. It's the best all round writing program. It might even help you with your Tudor Times project. See, your old dad pays attention." Eric gave Adam a wink and smile. He then turned to Dean.

"Dean, Vince and I are meeting with Carol Reso in a couple of hours. We want to find out the chances of you getting full parental rights. Then we hope to talk to Bob and Randy soon. You'll be there?" Eric's brow arched, he figured he already knew the answer.

"Absolutely, I'll be there, when you talk to the Orton's. Eric, sir, I want full parental rights, I want full custody and to be named the legal father. I suppose we can use visitation as leverage. But, to be honest, to me, It's just Randy's sperm. Say, can you ask Missus Reso something?" Dean looked at Eric and spoke like the man he was.

Eric looked at Dean "Of course. What would you like to ask her?" He got up and poured three cups of fresh coffee, well two and a half, the half cup was for Adam.

"Well, I know Randy is the biological father, but now, my blood flows through Adam's veins and that blood flows through the baby. I want to know if that strengthens my case to be named the father. My blood has to mean something, right?" Dean looked at Eric, one finger absentmindedly traced over one of Adam's arm scars.

Eric got a small notebook out of a drawer along with a pen. He wrote rapidly. "I don't know, but, it might help in some way. I never thought of that. Adam's blood was yours, maybe it does affect things. You really want this baby don't you?" He put the pen down.

"Yes, sir. I do. I want the baby to feel safe and secure. Not bounced around from Adam to Randy and back like a basketball. How can a baby possibly feel safe if it goes to sleep in one bed and wakes up in another? How can a baby feel safe if it wants its daddy, but daddy isn't there? Randy can come visit or we can take the baby to him, but honestly, I'd rather not even have Randy in the picture. Now, if Dolph wasn't pregnant maybe I'd feel a bit more generous, but tell me honestly, do you think Randy can deal with two babies at the same time? They won't be twins you know." Dean spoke with unabashed fervor, he meant what he said.

Adam laid a hand on Dean's arm. "I feel the same way, daddy. Randy can be dad to Dolph's baby. I want Dean to legally be named the father of my baby. He's also right about the baby feeling safe. Day care is different, the baby will learn that daddy or papa will always come." He was just as serious as Dean.

Eric nodded. "All we can do is try. Adam, have you thought of maybe asking Dolph to quietly speak to Randy? Maybe lay the foundation, that Randy only really needs one baby to care for?" Eric sipped his coffee.

Adam shook his head. "No, daddy. Dean asked me the same thing. I'll tell you what I told him. Dolph is too delicate, he doesn't need the stress, especially if Randy over reacts. Yes, Randy is working on changing, but, you know his temper. I won't do that to Dolph. He's been too good of a friend. Maybe, I might consider it if things go really south, but even then, I'm worried about what the stress could do." He gave a shrug. He honestly wasn't about to change his mind about hurting Dolph.

Eric smiled at his son. "You're so sweet to be so concerned about Dolph. I can understand and I should have realized myself, he is not as strong as you. I don't mean physically. Dolph must really be worried about what the drugs and steroids have done to his body, and his mind. So, what are you going to do today?" He took a last sip of coffee. Eric had to get his day started.

"I just want to hang out here. I think I have a birthday feast hangover. If we go out, I'll either text or leave a note. I may drag Dean to bed and get some good sleep." Adam laughed with an impish grin.

Eric held up his hand. "I don't even wanna know. Just don't tear up the house. Oh, if you hear noises from the pool house, it's the contractors. They are coming at some point to get measurements and whatever else they need to do to get started. They have keys, so, you don't have to worry about them. I've got to get ready to go. Could you please put the dishes in the dishwasher." He stood and kissed both boys on the top of the head.

"Sure thing. We won't tear up the house, we are too old for that now. I can't wait to have the pool house done. I want to start the nursery. Have a good day, daddy. Oh, what's for dinner?" Adam asked he stood and took the first dishes to the sink.

"I've got a brisket in the crock pot. Dean, you're welcome to stay for dinner." Eric then checked said crock pot with a satisfied nod.

"Thank you. I'll have to see what dad says. Have a good day, sir." Dean gave a nod to Eric.

"Well, you are more than welcome to stay. I'm going to change and go. Thanks for the idea about the blood transfusion." Eric hurried up stairs to change. He had a fresh pep to his step. Maybe just maybe they had a good cause for Dean to be named the father of Adam's baby. He didn't want Randy in Adam's life.

"You, sit. I will do this." Dean looked at Adam with a firm, stone faced expression.

"Yes, dear. I can't wait to... really..." Adam was once again overwhelmed, but he didn't cry.

Dean stood next to Adam. He pulled the blond up against him. Adam's cheek was pressed against Dean's abdomen. He felt so safe and loved. Dean gently stroked Adam's head.

"I know, baby, I know. We can do this. If things go right, we can be married over the Christmas break. Then, nobody but nobody will ever be able to pull us apart. We are like the elephants, mated for life, never to part." Dean kissed the top of Adam's head.

Adam nuzzled against Dean. "Never to part, I like the sound of that. I love you so much, my knight." He kissed the fabric of Dean's shirt, then pulled back. No point in making the day a total downer.

"I love you, my darling prince. Did you yoga this morning? I did, but I sure missed that cute little butt going up and down." Dean gave Adam a sly smirk. Dean then went to work putting things in the dishwasher.

Eric smiled from the front door as he listened to Adam and Dean chat away in the kitchen. They did what so many couples forgot to do; they talked, just talked. Most marriages and relationships broke down because they just forgot to talk. Knowing his son and grandchild were in good hands, Eric quietly left, through the front door, there was no need to bother the boys.

An hour later, up in Adam's bedroom, Dean was balls deep inside the beautiful blond. Sweat dripped from Dean's brow and mixed with the light sweat on Adam's body. Their pace rivaled that of wild stallions in a battle to own the last mare.

Dean's lips were wherever they could reach. Adam's hands raked up and down Dean's back, careful not to cut Dean's skin with his nails.

"So close, so close..." Adam panted out the words. He cried out in pleasure when Dean's cock hit that bundle of nerves that sent waves of pleasure coursing through every nerve in Adam's body. Dean's hand wrapped around Adam's cock only added to the sensations racing through him.

Dean bit down on Adam's shoulder with a growl. "Cum for me, baby, let it go. Make me dirty, baby." His breath was hot and lust filled in Adam's ear. He raked Adam's ear lobe between his teeth.

Adam's eyes rolled back as his body arched up to meet Dean's. When he did, it drove his cock deeper into Dean's grasp. Adam felt so good, all he could was cry. They were tears of utter emotion, Dean made him feel so many wonderful things, all at the same time.

Dean's hand gave a twist to Adam's cock at the same time, his own cock brushed against Adam's prostate again. It would more than the blond could take. His cock erupted with a scream of delight. His essence coated Dean's hand.

Dean let out a grunt of his own when Adam's ass muscles clenched down on his cock. The action cause Dean to reach his end with a growl and grunt of satisfaction. His spunk filled Adam and spilled out a between Adam's legs.

Both teens let out sighs of contentment. Dean leaned down and gave Adam a gentle kiss as his spent cock slid out of Adam's hole. Adam let out a small whimper into the kiss at that loss of contact.

Dean rolled off Adam to lay on his back and pulled Adam up against him. Adam lay on his side and hooked a knee over Dean's hip, his fingers gently traced over Dean's chest. The blond's head rested in the crook of Dean's neck. Dean's arm held Adam in place. Both wished they never had to move again, and they didn't plan to.

Dean yawned. "Say, I have been meaning to ask, what has happened to Miss Ellen? I haven't seen her in ages." He'd finally remembered to ask about the family housekeeper.

Adam sighed. "Daddy gave her an extended leave. She has a younger sister who is very ill, up in Oregon. Miss Ellen went there to take care of her. Dad said we can manage, and if the house gets out of control, he will just call a maid service for a day. I miss her, she was like a second grandmother to me. I hope her sister gets better and Miss Ellen comes back, she would love royal baby..." Adam paused and pressed tighter against Dean. He let out another sigh.

"Jaybird and Heath fly out this afternoon. I'll miss him, but they really must get back. They have wasted too much time on me. I can't believe they named a star after me." Adam smiled softly, and reached for Peanut.

"I hope Miss Ellen's sister recovers. I would trust her with royal baby. Well, I'll tell you a secret, Jay and Heath had planned and prepared to stay for your birthday. I love you, baby. So glorious and all mine." Dean kissed Adam's temple.

Adam let out a bit of a giggle. "You're the wonderful one, and you are all mine. I wish we could stay here forever, but, we need to shower. I really would like to work on the Tudor Times."

Dean chortled. "You just want to play with your new lap top. So yeah, use me for sex, then leave me for the new toy in your life. Good thing to know before I..." He leaned over Adam to reach his jeans on the floor. Dean laid back down and pulled Adam back up against him. All this took only a brief moment.

Dean continued. "... gave you this." He opened the ivory jewelery box that contained the antique sapphire engagement ring.

It took Adam a minute to realize Dean held something in his hand. "You're so mean, Dean. I would never trade sex for a lap... top... what... is... that?" Adam cautiously reached a finger out to touch the beautiful sapphire and platinum ring.

Dean had a matter-of-fact look on his face, and his tone of voice matched. "Oh, the engagement ring I was going give you, but since you'd rather be with the lap top, see if it will give you a ring." He started to close the box, with a rather over dramatic sigh.

"Dean!" Adam gave Dean a pout to rival any pout he'd ever let pass over his lips, and as a diva, plenty of pouts had rode his lips.

Dean laughed. "You're so adorable when you get riled up..." He then sat up and turned serious. "Adam, you know how much I love you, and the baby. Now I'll ask you one more time, properly..." He slid over Adam, then got down on the floor on, on one knee. He took Adam's left hand in his, as the blond moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

As he spoke, Dean removed his class ring from Adam's left ring finger, and placed on the ring finger of Adam's right hand. "It's providence that here we are, in our nakedness, exposed openly to each other. We can hid nothing from one another. Adam Joseph, will you marry me, make me the happiest man in the world?" Dean spoke with his heart, his love for Adam reflected in his crystal blue eyes.

Tears pooled in Adam's hazel eyes. Adam nodded. "Yes, Jonathan Dean, I will marry you, and I love you, so very much." He let the tears finally fall as Dean slipped the beautiful ring onto Adam's left ring finger. It was a bit tight, but it fit. I looked perfect on Adam's hand, elegant, yet not so much that it looked "girly."

"We'll have it adjusted to fit better. It is lovely on your hand I love you, so much, my prince." Dean climbed back onto the bed and pulled Adam against him.

Adam held up his left hand. The sapphire sparkled on his ring finger. "It is beautiful, but, this must have... a cigar band would have worked for me. The money..." He bit his lip. Adam loved the ring, but he knew, while the Hart's were by no means poor, they weren't as well off as Vince.

Dean kissed Adam into silence. "Shawn gave it to me. It was his... my great grandmother's. Shawn wanted me to have something from the Michaels side of the family. First time I've had anything that was a family heirloom. If you'd rather have a new ring, it's okay, but, it would be a while. I'd have to get a job to pay for it." He looked at Adam. He wanted his lover to know that meant what he said.

Adam kissed Dean softly. He brushed a bit of auburn hair from Dean's brow. "No, I love it. I wouldn't want another ring. Is this why it looked like you'd been crying when you got here this morning? I didn't ask. I figured you'd just say it was the wind on the bike." He moved a bit so he could look Dean in the eye more directly.

Dean nodded. "Yeah. Shawn felt bad he hasn't taught me about the Michaels and the Harts. He said this was my great grandmother's ring and that she and I were a lot alike..." Dean went on to tell Adam about the emotional conversation he'd had with Shawn about family, earlier that morning.

"... so, dad is going to make a kind of family history book for me. We can use it later to teach the baby about his family on my side." Dean's voice had a tone of pride.

Adam nuzzled up to Dean again. "I think that's cool. Makes this even more special. Let's go to the jewelery store later, I want it resized today. Then I am never taking it off again. Well, I will have to for a minute, to put my wedding band on. I think we should just tell people we are engaged, not when we plan to marry. I still don't want to... I dunno, jinx anything until the talk with Bob Orton."

Dean kissed the top of Adam's head. "That's perfect to me. Now Barrett will leave you alone. You have both my rings, my jacket, and this..." Dean kissed the spot behind Adam's ear that was marked during their previous encounter.

Adam meant to laugh, but a moan came out instead. That sound was all it took, Dean was instantly worked up. "Come with me." Dean's voice was husky as he moved to get out of the bed. Before Adam could even thing about it, Dean had picked him up off the bed and carried him to the huge bathroom.

Dean set Adam down so that the blonds back was against his front. Dean's arms wrapped around Adam's waist from behind. "Bath or shower? Gotta clean up your dirty mess, make you smell good, not like a whore house laundry room." He gave a deep sniff and took in Adam's exotic scent with a deep growl.

Adam's knees nearly buckled, Dean's voice was so sexually loaded. "Shower, now." Adam barely managed to speak.

Two minutes later, the two teens were standing under a waterfall of steaming hot water. Adam's chest was pressed against the shower tiles as Dean's cock thrust in and out of Adam's still tight ass. Adam used his hands to brace himself against the wall. Dean's hand wrapped around his cock and pumped Adam into sexual oblivion.

Dean's mouth assaulted Adam's neck and shoulders as he took Adam soaring. Between Dean's cock, hand and mouth, all Adam could do was whimper and moan, and try to stay on his feet.

The sounds that passed over Adam's lips only drove Dean to want to hear more, because he was the one that caused them. He bit down; sharply, right where Adam's neck connected with his shoulder, then he gently laved the area with his tongue. At first Adam cried out, then the cry slowly changed from a whimper to a lust filled moan.

Dean pressed his lips to Adam's ear. "You sound so slutty, baby. Do I make you feel that good? You my naughty boy?" His hot breath only added to the sensations Adam felt and his brain tried to process.

Adam tried to answer his fiancé, but all that came out was gibberish, that sounded more like moans and whimpers. His hands tried to clutch at the tiles as his knees wobbled.

Dean's hips set a steady pace as his cock thrust in and out of Adam. He felt Adam's body tremble. "I won't let you fall, baby. I've got you; I've always got you." Dean's whisper was firm as he held Adam up with his strong, free arm.

Adam relaxed and let the good feelings fully take over. He knew Dean's strength was there to keep him from falling and his love would hold Adam up.

The young couple didn't take long to come to their end. Dean sank to the floor of the shower and gently pulled Adam down into his lap. They let the hot water rain down on them as they worked to come down from their second sexual high.

Dean was just able to reach the shelf with the shampoo and body wash. He opened the shampoo, poured some into his hand and began to wash Adam's long, blond locks. Adam leaned his head back, and Dean swore the blond purred like a kitten. Dean was careful not pull or tangle the long hair. Dean also knew just how much pressure to apply as he massaged Adam's scalp.

An hour later, with the sheets in the washer, Dean and Adam sat at the table in the breakfast nook of the kitchen. They knew if they stayed in Adam's bedroom, the temptation to have a third round of sex was too great, and too risky.

Adam's new lap top was open and his graceful fingers flew over the the key pad. He typed as Dean dictated from their research on the Tudors.

"...I require them to judge the best. And thus I take my leave of the world and of you all, and I heartily desire you all to pray for me. O Lord have mercy on me, to God I commend my soul. Queen Anne was then blindfolded. She knelt before the block and cried out; several times: To Jesus Christ I commend my soul; Lord Jesus receive my soul. The executioner then did his duty..." Dean paused to let Adam finish. His mind wandered.

"Your ring glitters in the sunlight as you type..." Dean hadn't realized he'd actually spoke out loud until Adam whacked him.

"Damn it, Dean. You made me type, her head glittered in the sunlight! Honestly!" Adam was a bit cross. He always took his work very seriously.

Dean hung his head like a beaten puppy. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize I had spoke out loud what I was thinking. I'll be good." He sounded defeated. He'd made Adam unhappy and he never wanted to do that.

Adam's shoulders drooped as well. "No, Dean. I'm sorry, babe. That is one of my biggest problems, I tend to be too serious, especially about journalism or writing. I love you, my knight." He brushed away the auburn bangs and kissed Dean on the cheek. He then gave Dean a beautiful, bright smile.

Dean perked back up. He decided it was best to keep working or else he'd ravage Adam for a third time, and probably not meet much resistance.

"Did you want to include that letter we read about? The one from Sir W. Kingston, the Constable of the Tower to Thomas Cromwell, written on the morning of Queen Anne's execution? I have the paper right here. We have to use that one last line Queen Anne said, 'I heard say the executioner was very good, and I have a little neck.' That line says so much." Dean had opened a file folder and scanned a page with his finger as he searched for what he wanted.

"Yes, please. It is such a great line. I want Jeff to do a sketch of Queen Anne, with her hand at her neck, and the quote underneath it." Adam chewed thoughtfully on the cap of his pen.

Dean looked at Adam. "Why don't you draw it? Jason and Seth have both said you draw. You even said you could draw when I have a dig site in the future. I've never seen you draw." He looked at Adam with question in his eyes.

Adam looked at Dean. "Well, to be honest, I never thought about it. I've never drawn people. You really think I should try? Jeff Hardy is really good and he said he'd be glad to do it." He shrugged. Adam didn't have much confidence in his ability to draw people.

Dean grinned at Adam. "Won't know unless you try now, will you? Just give it a whirl. We can always get Jeff to do it if your's isn't to your liking. Gotta try, babe. I have every confidence in you. Tell you what, you draw, I'll make us some lunch. I can do grilled ham and cheese like a short order cook on a Saturday night at a drive-in."

Adam laughed. "You come up with the weirdest analogies. Okay, but if you hurt my daddy's kitchen, even I won't be able to help you. I'll go up and get my drawing stuff..." He paused and stood. He went to a cabinet and took out a skillet. "This is the one dad uses for grilling sandwiches. Stuff is in the fridge, bread is in there, oh and the spatula is in there. I'll be back in a bit. Gotta put the sheets in the dryer first." He gave Dean a kiss, then headed for the laundry room.

Dean found what he needed in the fridge and started to make the one thing he could. Shawn had taught him the art of grilled cheese. That way he could have an after school snack that was at least partly healthy. Dean also found some chips to go with their lunch. He whistled happily as he cooked.

Adam put the freshly washed sheets in the dryer. Both he and his dad wished they could hang laundry outside to dry, but clotheslines weren't allowed in their neighborhood. Eric hated being told what the could and couldn't do, by a group of old biddies. Eric and Vince had to fight for three months over the pool design. Thankfully, there was one young lawyer on the Neighborhood Association Board that understood the concept and helped get approval. Adam started the dryer and went upstairs.

When Adam came back into the kitchen, Dean still stood at the stove and whistled. He could easily picture them, living happily, married and in the pool house. Adam shook himself back to reality.

"Smells good. So does the crock pot. I'd better check it." Adam went to look at the dinner cooking in the crock pot. When he finished, Dean grabbed Adam by the waist and kissed him.

Adam smiled into the kiss. Dean broke the kiss with a request. "Fix us some iced tea, please? The sandwiches are ready." Dean gave Adam's ass a swat.

Dean dished up their sandwiches on couple of left over Spiderman paper plates from Adam's birthday party. Adam prepared two large glasses of iced tea. He put them on the table then closed his lap top and sat down.

Adam smiled as Dean sat down and put a plate in front of him. "Dean, these look delicious. Ooo and nacho cheese tortilla chips. Daddy must have hidden those from me. Doritos are my crack. Okay, going in for a bite. Do you know the number for nine, one, one, in case of poisoning?" Adam teased with a wink. He took a bite of his sandwich.

"Hey now! I'm still alive aren't I? You can be a very wicked little boy sometimes. So, how is it?" Dean waited for Adam to speak before he took a bite of his own sandwich.

Adam chewed his bite, his smile was almost immediate. "Perfect, simply perfect. Shawn's recipe for sure. I can tell by the addition of Parmesan cheese. He taught you well. Good to know, if I have a late class, you and the children won't starve." He took another bite with a smile on his face.

Dean dug into his sandwich. After he chewed and swallowed. "Nope. Our kids will never starve. They may get a lot of grilled cheese, but they won't starve. Yeah, dad said a sprinkle of Parmesan adds to the flavor of the American cheese. I sometimes put some garlic salt on the buttered sides, but wasn't sure if you would like that or not. It's also good to know about your addiction to Doritos, I'll keep you out of them." He put a chip in his mouth and crunched it loudly.

Adam looked at Dean and stuck out his tongue. "You can not keep me from the nacho cheese Doritos!"

The two teens laughed and bantered as they ate. When they finished, Dean cleaned up and washed the few things he'd used to cook with. Dean then took the sheets out of the dryer and went up to make Adam's bed. All while Dean did his little chores, Adam drew.

Adam had opened up his lap top and found a painting of Queen Anne Boleyn to help inspire him. He worked on drawing Queen Anne as she might have looked as she spoke of her small neck. He'd had several false starts as the wadded up paper proved, but now, he had his artistic flow going.

When Dean rejoined Adam, he picked up the wads of paper, threw them away, then sat back down at the table. He was silent so he didn't disturb Adam. Adam was always adorable when he was deep in concentration. The tip of his tongue stuck out and a few strands of blond hair fell over his hazel eyes. Dean refrained from reaching over to tuck the stray strands behind Adam's ear.

Adam was so concentrated, he hadn't heard or seen Dean sit down at the table. He gave a start when he finished and saw his fiancé.

"I didn't know you were back. How long have you been here?" Adam kept his drawing pad pressed against his chest so Dean couldn't see his picture.

Dean looked at the clock in the kitchen. "Oh, about an hour or so. The bed is made. You gonna let me see how it turned out?" He arched his brow and nodded to the drawing pad in Adam's hand.

Adam's eyes looked ready to pop out of his head. "An hour? Wow, I must have really been concentrating. You have to promise me two things. Be honest and no matter how bad it is, don't laugh. Promise?" He looked at Dean with a bit of timidity and fear.

Adam pulled the pad away from his chest, looked at it, then let Dean take it. Adam's eyes were wide and filled with anxiousness. He'd only ever shared his art work with a few people. Adam figured Dean had more right than anyone, he just feared being laughed at.

Dean saw the fear and worry in Adam's pretty eyes as he took the drawing pad from his blond. Dean looked down at the picture Adam had drawn.

Dean's eyes went wide at what he saw. He very carefully fingered the paper, but not the drawing. "Oh baby, this is... incredible. She looks ready to come off the page and beg for her life. This is definitely going in The Tudor Times. I want to frame it when we are finished. You need to do this more often." He leaned over and gave Adam a kiss.

Adam smiled into the kiss. "You really think it's that good? I thought it was okay, but Jeff might do better, his work looks like a photo." Adam gave a shrug. Maybe Dean was just being kind to him.

"Yes, it is that good. Sweetheart, this is better than a photograph. She looks life like. Mister Amoré is going to be impressed too. It will print so well. You have to do more!" Dean spoke with a gleam of pride in his eye. Not only was his future husband smart and beautiful, but so talented as well.

Adam blushed. "Thanks, babe. Maybe I will work on a few more. Oh, daddy is home." Adam turned to the sound of a car in the garage.

Both teens jumped when Eric came in and slammed the door hard. He was clearly extremely angry. Eric looked over and saw Adam and Dean.

"Bob Orton is a fucking bastard!" Eric was hot.