Author's Note: You know me, I love family fluff so I couldn't resist writing this one. Anyway, please send me some more things to write and I will definitely get them out to you. Thanks for reading! I hope ye all enjoy.

Alone Time

Brock's lips were so soft as Brian brushed his own against them, "Mm, I love when we get our alone time." His mouth formed a shy smile as he kissed his husband again, this time lingering a little longer than he ought to.

"Me too." Brock hummed in agreement as he shifted in the big bed, allowing the Irishman to wrap his arms around him. It was later than they usually stayed up, but the pair had missed each other dearly. Brock promised that if he wasn't too tired, they'd "fool around." Brian always made fun of him when he said it like that too.

The younger man's lips trailed lower to Brock's neck, "How about another kiss?" He murmured into the space there.

"Don't mind if I do." The older man grinned, before puckering his lips once more. However, the sound of something in the hallway stopped him in his movements. "Did you hear that?" His voice was laced with concern and it made his partner stop his movements if only for a second.

"Hear what?" Brian inquired, nearly freezing.

"Listen…" Brock insisted as they both got quiet again. Sure enough, the pitter patter of little bare feet was the only noise that occupied the otherwise quiet hallway. "I believe your daughter is up, daddy." He gave a soft smile while Brian scoffed.

"Excuse me, my daughter? She acts just like you! And what did I tell you about using that god awful word?" He shook his head playfully as their child's footsteps grew closer.

Brock laughed, "You know I like teasing you. You get all riled up." He found his thigh in the bed and squeezed it for extra measure. Then, they waited and waited until finally their bedroom door slowly crept open and a small figure appeared at the foot of the queen sized bed.

"Papa?" Her voice was thick with sleep and she rubbed her eyes, signaling that she had only recently woken up.

The thought of fooling around or being intimate with each other immediately flew out the window with their daughter in distress. She always came first, that was the rule. "What's wrong, princess?" It was Brock who answered her and Brian who pulled her up into the bed so that she was in the middle of them. For only four years old, Millie took pride in sleeping in her own bed, her "big girl bed" but before then, she often co-slept with her fathers. So being in the middle of them was somewhat one of her favorite places to be.

"Another bad dream?" The Irishman smoothed her blonde hair out of her face and kissed her forehead as she nodded.

"Are you okay sweetie?" The older man asked, making sure he didn't have to take care of any monsters under the bed or other things of that nature.

"Will you and daddy tell me a story?"

"What kind of story?" Brock asked as he pulled their little girl closer to him and snuggled closer to his husband. These were the moments he truly cherished about his life and his family.

Millie clearly had her thinking face on as she pondered on what kind of tale she wanted to hear, "Hmm… A happy one, with you and daddy?"

The older man chuckled, "You want to hear a real story, not a pretend one tonight?" He questioned as he looked at her lovingly and she nodded. "I can tell you about the first time I met daddy, would you like to hear that?" Brock went on and Brian only looked at him curiously, wondering, just wondering what he was going to say.

"Yes!" Millie got out excitedly.

However; the Irishman merely grinned, "Yeah I'd like to hear that one too." His husband was being cute, there was no doubting that. It was one of the many things he loved about him.

Brock cleared his throat and snuggled up to his daughter. "It was a long time ago, and daddy and I had only talked on the phone and on the computer because we lived far away from each other. But, we were finally going to see each other because we were going to this big place where people play lots of games." He described. "I was scared."

Millie looked confused, "Why papa?"

"Because I really liked daddy, I wanted to make him smile and laugh, I just wanted to be around him."

At this, Brian had to jump in, "But, papa didn't know that I also wanted to make him smile and laugh. So he was scared for no reason." The two made eye contact, and couldn't help but to grow fond at the memory of them seeing each other for the first time. The first time that they knew that this had to work.

"That's silly." Millie got out. "But then what happened?"

"Your daddy was very handsome when I first saw him, he still is very handsome." He looked down at his daughter who seemed to be growing sleepier by the minute, and yet she was so intrigued with the story. "We had fun together, we had dinner and played games… And I think I knew that I loved him already."

"You did?" It was Brian's voice, and not their daughter's, and Brock could feel himself blushing as his face grew hot, but he nodded. "So how does the story end?" The younger man asked sweetly once he looked down and realized that Millie had passed out in between them. She never made it very long into story time, but the couple never minded.

"With us cuddling in bed with our daughter." Brock answered in a murmur, and was then lost in Brian's lips as the Irishman pulled him close.

"I love you."

"I love you too."