Okay. Time for a disclaimer. I own none of the talented wonderful men in this story. If I did... Well I wouldn't just be writing about it that's for sure! I'm honestly not sure where it's headed but I feel it might be a more realistic story. Probably will be a slow-burn for the main couple, if I'm able to resist. At this point, until things are more written out, it's an OC/? story. Officially this is a Dean/OC/Roman story, Seth might possibly be involved but at this point that is up in the air.

Authors note: Heeeeeeee's baaaack! =D


Leecie groaned and rolled over, frowning as she felt the cold sheets next to her. Cracking her green eyes open, she was mildly surprised when she saw the other side of the bed empty. Voices floated into the room as she sat up in confusion.

"What time is it?" she grumbled to herself.

She felt like she had gotten a lot more sleep than she had, seeing as Jon hadn't stopped fucking her senseless until two in the morning. Grabbing her phone, she unlocked it and looked at the time, eyes widening in surprise. It was nine! Why hadn't Rose come to wake her up?!

"Rose?!" she yelped in fear.

What if something had happened? She leaped out of bed and scrambled out the door. What if Jon had left without locking the door and someone came in? She ran down the stairs, calling for Rose, until she heard her daughter reply right as she got to the foot of the stairs.

"What's wrong mama?" the small redhead asked as she approached.

Leecie let out a groan of relief and wrapped Rose in her arms.

"I'm sorry I slept so long baby, are you okay? Why didn't you come wake me?"

"Jon was up already and made me waffles! And J-"

"We wanted to let you get some sleep before we surprised you."

That voice. Leecie looked up in shock and stood up to her full height. There he stood, all six foot three inches of his handsome self, grinning.

"Joe?" she asked in disbelief.

"Yep," he said, "Did you sleep well?"

"I, uh, yeah," she stammered, "When did you get here?!"

"About seven this morning," Jon said, peeking around Joe with a smirk, "Merry Christmas."

"Joe said he was going to bring his daughter but her mama wanted her for Christmas time so he'll bring her another time," Rose said, with a small pout, "Can she come next time?"

"Of course, as long as both her parents are okay with it," Leecie assured her.

She bit her lip as Rose ran off and dragged Jon with her, leaving Joe and Leecie alone.

"You okay? You look like you're about to faint," he teased.

"I'm extremely surprised," was all she could say.

"I understand, but don't I get a hug or something?"

She nervously stepped forward but was almost aggressively drawn into his embrace. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight.

"Mmm, didn't know I could miss something I had so little of. You give wonderful hugs," he said.

Blushing, she hid her face in his shoulder as she giggled.

"You're ridiculous Joseph Anoa'i," she mumbled.

She couldn't help but sniff to take in his scent and at the same time, fingertips slid along the skin shown from her apparently bunched up shirt. Shivering, she hugged him just a bit tighter.

"Mama, come on! Your waffles will get cold!" There was a pause then a giggle, "Oh and Jon says you might wanna get dressed."

Feeling about as small as an ant, she pulled back and looked down at her attire. She was dressed in a camisole, no bra, and short shorts, exposing quite a bit of her pale skin.

"I'm so sorry. I was freaked out that Rose hadn't come woken me up and I didn't think about my clothes or-"

"You're rambling baby girl," he teased.

She was sure her face was the color of a tomato as she slowly slid back towards the stairs.

"I- Um, I'm just gonna... go... get dressed," she murmured, unable to take her eyes off of him.

Her back smacked into the wall, making her curse softly, and she saw Joe smirking as he crossed his arms across his chest.

"Y-Yeah, um, okay," she whispered.

It took way too long for her liking to get into her room and shut the door. How could she have forgotten she was wearing so little?! And he had hugged her while she was wearing that! Could she be more of a dunce? Tearing her shirt and shorts off, she grabbed out a black bra and underwear set and slipped them on before heading to her closet. She was sorting through clothes in her closet when she heard her bedroom door open and shut.

"Yes Jon?" she questioned.

Rose would never just enter without announcing herself, and she doubted Joe would walk straight into her room.

"I just wanted to come tell you to stop stressing," he said.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

She started to turn but his arms came around her bare ribs.

"You sounded like you were freaking out down there, but you don't need to be," he said softly.

"It was incredibly embarrassing," she mumbled, letting her arms fall and her hands cover his.

"But you looked hot, so it shouldn't be that big of a deal," he said.

His lips came to her neck and she shivered, instinctively tilting her head to give him room.

"I-I was practically naked," she whispered breathlessly.

His fingers traced down her stomach as he peppered kisses up her neck to her ear. Teeth sunk into her lobe and she whimpered, arching into his body.

"That's a bad thing?" he jeered.

"J-Jon, don't get me started, we have to get back down stairs," she murmured.

He breathed out a sigh but let her go. Turning, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him in, kissing him hard. It took restraint on her part, but she finally pulled away and gave him a warm smile.

"Later," she promised.

"I'll hold you to that," he rasped.

He left then, adjusting his pants which made her giggle to herself. It was wonderful to have that effect on someone again. She returned to her closet and grabbed out an emerald green Henley shirt and faded fit-n-flare jeans. She rushed to the bathroom and brushed her teeth and splashed some cold water on her face to give her some color again. Throwing her hair up into a fountain ponytail she hurried down stairs. Hearing the guys and Rose talking, she hesitated, kind of wanting to hear how they interacted.

"So you and JoJo's mama are like my mama and daddy?" Rose asked.

"Not exactly, we're separated like your mommy and daddy are though," Joe explained.

"Do you still see her then?"

"Yes," Joe replied.

There was a pause then Jon spoke.

"Don't look so down kiddo, you got us now, and you'll always have you mom," he said.

"Yeah, I know, but you guys aren't my daddy," then she said in a quieter voice, "Even if mommy and I want you to be."

Shit. Rose of course had to mention that. Leecie was about to step in when Joe responded.

"What do you mean?" Joe asked.

"Well, she used to always say when you guys came out that she would marry you both and Seth if he wasn't a jerk face. But then she told me she couldn't because you were married and Jon was dating that Renee girl, and Seth was dating someone too," Rose explained.

"Both of us huh?" Jon asked with a laugh.

"Yes. She said some people can be with more than one person, it's called poly... poly something!"

Leecie was now cursing herself for even mentioning polyamory and it's off shots to Rose. It's not like she had ever actually been in that type of relationship, just considered it when Chuck was being an ass, and of course when thinking about the Shield boys. Who wouldn't want all three of them?! She just wanted Rose to understand that love came in many forms. Now she regretted it.

"Why did your mommy talk to you about that?" Joe asked.

"Well, you see," Rose said in a matter of fact tone, "My great uncle has a husband, he's gay, and mommy was telling me that there are different kinds of love that adults have, but it's not a bad thing. Poly something is one of those."

"What if your mommy did have two husbands?" Jon asked.

"I'd have two daddies then!" Rose said, the excitement evident in her voice.

Okay, she had to stop this. Rose was going to get the wrong idea. Leecie hurried in and sat.

"Sorry guys, had to wash up," she partially lied.

"It's okay," Joe said, flashing her a smile.

"We waited," Rose said, "Can we eat now?"

"Yeah," Leecie replied.

She poured a generous amount of syrup on her waffle but was slow to cut it. Her mind was whirring with anxiety. Rose had let a big secret of hers slip, and they didn't seem to mind, but what if they thought about her different after that? It's not exactly a social norm to actually be okay with multiple partners, and to hear someone wanted you and your best friend? She couldn't stop worrying but a hand came down on each of hers and rubbed the tops of her hands. Her head jerked up in surprise and she looked between them, just to find Joe grinning and Jon smirking. Blushing, she gently removed her hands from theirs and started eating, unable to handle the attention. Ha! She couldn't even handle their friendly attention together, how would she ever handle their romantic attention together?! She finally took her first bite and was surprised as blueberries burst in her mouth.

"Oh good lord that is good," She groaned after she swallowed.

"Our boy can cook," Joe said with a laugh, "Not as good as me of course."

Jon snorted and said, "Yeah right man, you're just jealous I can actually bake and all you can do is grill a burger."

Rose giggled behind her hand and Leecie watched on in amusement as the two argued, then watched her daughter watch them. Rose was completely enamored with them. It was sweet really.

"What do you think Leecie?"

Leecie's eyes widened as she turned bright red.

"Uh, sorry, I was deep in thought. What's the question?" she asked.

"Mama!" Rose said disapprovingly, shaking her head and wagging her finger cutely, "Joe asked which one is the better wrestler."

"What?!" Leecie asked in shock, "How'd we go from who cooks better to who wrestles better?!"

Jon snickered and reached out, brushing her hair back. She groaned and yanked away, trying to fix her hair while she sent him a playful glare.

"Doesn't matter how, just answer," he said.

"Er..."

With all eyes on her, she bit her lip in worry and tried to figure out what she wanted to say.

"You two have different styles kind of. It just depends. I mean, uh, I don't know. Do I have to answer?" she whined.

"I think Joe is better," Rose said, taking a bite of her waffle.

Jon's eyes flew wide and he scoffed, placing a hand to his chest.

"That hurts spitfire, and after I made you a delicious breakfast! Here, I'll just..."

He reached out to grab her plate and she gasped, pulling it away.

"No! No! Okay, Jon's better!"

The adults broke into laughter and Jon ruffled her curls as he said, "No worries Rose, I wouldn't take your food really."

She gazed at him skeptically before moving her plate back in place and eating while keeping an eye on him.

"So baby girl, what do you say?" he asked.

"I plead the fifth," Leecie replied, taking another bite of her waffle.

Her eyes widened as Jon reached out and stole her plate right from under her.

"Now, yours I can take," he said with a wink, "Enlighten us babe, who wrestles better?"

"Jesus," She sighed, feeling incredibly flustered, "Uh... I don't know! I just- no hurt feelings?"

She looked between the two and both shook their heads.

"Jon," she admitted bashfully, "Only because you throw yourself around like a suicidal rag doll. I have a minor obsession with high flyers and risk takers. Kinda why I was so crazy for Jeff Hardy and Lita."

Leecie turned to Joe, who was grinning, and said, "That doesn't mean I don't think you're amazing. You're a great wrestler and fit the powerhouse to a 'T'!"

"I don't know Leecie, I'm hurt," he said, mocking frowning.

"Mama, how could you?" Rose scolded.

"It's okay, we're just teasing," Jon said, scooting her plate back.

"Yeah, you're very right when you said we're two different styles so it's hard to compare," Joe said.

He hooked his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close in to his chest, making her pout.

"Not fair," she mumbled, "I felt really bad about that. You're both spectacular."

"We know," Jon said, smirking as he finished off his food.

"Ugh, you're unbearable," she sighed, but had to smile.

While she was kind of uncomfortable with all the attention, part of her craved it. It was really nice to be noticed and flirted with again.