Author's Note: This drabble pays homage to Joey and Ava as they exist in any other RP board or situation. Get them away from the circus and suddenly Joey gets all adorable and zany, Ava gets bouncy and adorable, and they get very, very domestic beneath all that crazy and glitter. I love me some JoeyandAva.

By the way, this drabble's image? That's the reason I ship Jimmy/Leana so hard. Look at that picture and tell me it's not adorable. Also, yes, I realize that the song for this chapter is weirdly perky and upbeat for Joey.

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Pairing: Joey/Ava.
Warnings: Fluff.
Disclaimer: Ella belongs to me and Megan; Spencer is all mine.
Genre: Family.
Word Count: 420.
Song: It Doesn't Get Better Than This, Katy Fitzgerald.

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Ava's bird was an eagle. But she had the acquisitiveness of a magpie.

Joey should have figured this out about her; he certainly spent enough time picking out sparkly jewelry for her. But he'd never really thought about the impact her acquisitions would have on their life, until she started collecting other things.

Ella had only been the start. She had soon been followed by a three-legged pit bull mix Ava named Kickstand, and a King Charles spaniel christened Patchwork. And then one stormy night, Ava had come home with a small blanket-swaddled bundle in her arms; an infant sparrow shifter she'd found abandoned in the woods. Joey had tried to put his foot down, pointing out that Shawn wouldn't allow it, but one pleading look from Ava's stupidly huge eyes and he was lost. So Spencer joined the family.

Family… when in the hell had Joey gotten saddled up with a family? For almost a hundred years he had been alone, with no one but Shawn for company. He'd been a loner, and he liked it that way. And now here he found himself, married with two kids, like some supernatural version of the Cleavers.

The weirdest part of all of it? He liked it. He liked coming home to Ava in the kitchen, the dogs tugging on their chew toys and the kids in the living room, Ella surrounded by a sea of dress-up costumes and Spencer warbling to himself in babyspeak. He liked how Kickstand and Patchwork didn't seem to fear him, how Ella would climb into his lap and demand a story about princesses and unicorns, how Spencer would shift suddenly and perch on his shoulder, chirping in his ear. He liked putting the kids to bed with Ava; watching them sleep was the best part of his day.

He wondered sometimes, what it would have been like to meet Ava under normal circumstances. If he'd just been a human guy who happened to meet her, would they still have fallen in love? Would he have given her the time of day, would she have given him her heart? Would they have married, had a child of their own flesh and blood?

He found he didn't like thinking about that. This wasn't at all the kind of life Joey had ever thought about or planned for himself, but now that he had it, he couldn't imagine living differently. He would happily surrender his humanity if it meant that he got to keep Ava and their family.