Hey guys! Okay, so here's the deal: I think that I'm just a couple years late in writing this fanfic because it seems like the whole Demon Trappers craze is over. In response to the person who reviewed and asked me to write more, I would if someone's going to read it. For about two weeks it was stuck at one view so that was a little disheartening. :P I'll leave it up to you guys to decide: if you want me to keep going with this fic then all you need to do is follow or review! I'd love to write more but if no one is going to read it then I'd rather focus my attention to the other fic I'm currently working on.

Also, I don't think I said this last time, but all the stories are independent of each other so just because Beck and Riley are officially lovey-dovey in D doesn't mean that they're going to be in E.

Thanks to all of you that read! You guys are great!

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The alarm on the bedside table went off and the radio announcer's fake-cheery voice filled the bedroom.

Riley groaned and turned away from the noise, burying her face in her pillow.

"Make it stop."

Lying on his side beside Riley, Beck chuckled at just how much of a twelve year old girl Riley sounded in the mornings. Especially when they had to get up early; he all but had to drag her out of bed when they had Trapper meetings to get to.

He reached over Riley and clicked off the radio. At the sound of silence Riley let out a content sigh which tugged a self-satisfied grin onto Beck's face.

Fightin' demons by day and lethal alarm clocks by mornin'. It really is a full-time job.

Riley wiggled herself into Beck's side and draped an arm over his chest, reflexively pulling herself closer in her drowsy state. Beck looked down at her sleepy form and his heart warmed.

He had never understood those people who were able to stay in bed after they'd already woken up; he had seen it as such a waste of time. When you're up, you're up, time to get to work on the day. He now looks back and scoffs at his foolish self. There was something so reassuring and soothing in waking up to Riley and though the strength of the thought scared him sometimes, he could see himself waking up the exact same way forty years from now.

He trailed his fingertips slowly up and down along the length of her arm.

"So are we goin' to spend yer entire birthday here," he asked in amused whisper.

Riley shifted and readjusted her head on his shoulder. "Mmm," she let out a soft moan, "maybe. S'my birthday."

Beck smiled. No one would guess that she's one of the fiercest demon hunters out there by the way she acts in the mornin's.

"What if I said I have a surprise for ya? Something that maybe involves hot chocolate?"

Riley groaned and rolled over onto her back on her side of the bed. She reached her arms up and stretched for a moment before letting out a satisfied sigh. She looked blearily over at Beck.

"I'd say that you know exactly how to manipulate me," her voice thick with sleep.

Beck leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to her slightly smiling lips. "I'll see ya downstairs."

Riley pulled her hair into a messy ponytail as she slowly went down the stairs. Beck knew exactly what to say, but it was more the curiosity than the promise of hot cocoa that had finally lured her out. She smiled to herself as his voice drifted up, singing another one of his beloved Carrie Underwood songs. She quickened her pace and flew down a whole bunch of steps. She was almost at the bottom when the smell made her stop in her tracks, rooted to the step she was standing on.

It brought so many happy memories racing back that she had to brace herself on the handrail. All those birthdays when she had woken up to the smell of blueberry pancakes. When she had rushed down to the kitchen and seen her mom expertly flipping a pancake with a blueberry smile as her dad told her a story, both laughing softly not wanting to wake her.

When her mom had died her dad had continued the ritual, though it took him a couple tries to perfect the pancakes. The first year most of the blueberry smiles were a little contorted, but that was okay because their own smiles were also a little deformed at the time.

Beck heard the tell-tale squeak of the fourth step and new that Riley was coming. He surveyed the table. He had gotten up early and went out and bought some colourful flowers and they were sitting in the middle of the table. The two mugs of hot chocolate he just poured were still steaming and the smell mixed with the stack of blueberry pancakes. The last pancake was just cooking in the pan.

It was her first birthday after Paul's death and he knew that it wasn't going to be easy for her. It didn't matter how tired Paul was from trapping the night before, he would always wake up early to make the pancakes for Riley birthday. All tiredness disappeared when it came to Riley and he had shown Beck the same care and for that Beck loved him; loved him more than he had loved most people in his life.

Where is that girl? She should've shown up by now.

Beck stuck his head out of the kitchen and was about to call up to Riley but he saw her on the steps, just standing there. Concerned, he walked over to her and she didn't even seem to notice his approach. Standing in front of her he could see that the hand that was clutching the rail was white and that her eyes were glistening a little from the moisture.

He reached out and placed his hand on top of hers. This seemed to bring her out of her reverie. She blinked and took in Beck looking up at her with understanding in his eyes.

He squeezed her hand lightly. "Ya okay?"

Riley smiled at him apologetically. "It just hit me a little. The smell just brought me back to when they were here. All those birthday breakfasts, they never got old." She swallowed hard.

Ah damn. And here I was thinkin' that the pancakes would be a good idea.

"I'm sorry." He looked away. "The breakfasts were a family thing and I shouldn't have figured I could just carry on the torch."

Riley stepped down until she was only one step above Beck, her face levelled with his.

"But you are family," she said softly. She reached out and touched his cheek. "The smell brought back happy memories. I loved those breakfast because I got to spend them with the two people I loved the most."

She brushed her fingers over his cheek and laid her palm flat onto it. Beck leaned into her touch.

"I love you for knowing how much a simple blueberry pancake means to me." She leaned in and kissed him gently. He returned her kiss and laced their fingers together. He felt her hum against his lips in contentment.

When they pulled back for air, Beck rested his forehead against hers. With his eyes closed, he enjoyed the feel of her soft breath on his cheek, the feel of her so close to him. Riley pulled back suddenly and stuck her face up, smelling the air.

"Is something burning?" She looked inquiringly at Beck.

"Son of a bitch," Beck yelped as he ran towards the kitchen.

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