Abby awoke to find herself warm in her husband's arms. She would have forgotten that she was in the hospital except that she hurt from having Nate. She laid there silent for a few moments listening to Sam's breathing, even and slow. It didn't matter where she was, if Sam was with her, she was home.

She tried to get out of bed quietly but Sam's limbs covered her like a blanket as usual. She patted his shoulder, "Honey. You need to move so I can get up, Sam. I need you to move for me."

Sam opened his eyes and quickly realized where he was. "Are you okay, Abby? Do you need something?" he asked as he rubbed his eyes.

Abby smiled at the thought that he looked like a little kid when he did that.

"I just need to use the bathroom and get some medication," she replied. "I'm not quite up to lifting you off me."

Sam moved and walked around to the other side of the bed. "Need some help?" he held out a hand.

Knowing better than to refuse any assistance, Abby took Sam's hand and stood. Then, he held her hand as she shuffled to the bathroom.

"I can make it from here," she told him as she let go and went in.

Sam rang for the nurse because Abby had mentioned being in pain. Abby was just coming out of the bathroom when the nurse came in.

"I was here earlier about your pain pill but you seemed fine. Do you need it now?"

"Yes," Abby replied. "I also need the sheets changed. Is there any way I can soak in a tub and get cleaned up this morning?"

"I think a bath is open but I'll go double check. Do you want me to grab a new gown and robe, too?"

"Yes, please," Abby smiled at the nurse before she walked out.

"Are you feeling okay?" Sam looked at how Abby was standing.

"A hot bath should help so I don't have to move so stiffly"

"Do you want me to come with you? I could keep you company."

"No, it will be nice to get all cleaned up. I'll pull the nurse cord if I have a problem. You just wake up and be ready to tell me how wonderful I look after I get my hair washed. I'll probably lie back down again since the bath could tire me out."

"The bath is open," the nurse came back. "Are you ready to go?"

Abby nodded as she made her way down the hall.

Sam called the nursery and they brought Nate down. He sat in the rocking chair telling his son all about their family as he gave him a bottle.

"Your uncle Dean might try to get you in trouble, but he'll always take the blame for it in the end. At least that's what he did with me."

Abby moved quietly in her cheesy hospital slippers. She stopped at the door and listened to her husband sharing his wisdom about his family with Nate. Sam looked so beautiful to her, shirtless, feeding Nate. She didn't know if it was her hormones or not, but he just looked so damn sexy.

Tasha stared at the ceiling in her bedroom. She was excited to be Nate's aunt and be there to watch him grow up. Still, she thought about the babies she'd had to abort because of her father. And it made her really sad and angry at herself. She should have stood up to her father like Abby did. She should have run away and had the babies on her own. The loss that she felt for them was a constant weight in her heart.

Would she have had a daughter or son? If she would have left the first time she became pregnant, she wouldn't have had to abort the second one. Was she going to hell for the abortions? How could she hold and spoil her nephew and not think of the two babies that she never had?

She heard Dean and Kylee come in. They were so thrilled to be Nate's aunt and uncle. Tasha wanted to feel the same way, but it just wasn't in her. She couldn't get over the cold emptiness that she felt.

Tasha wandered downstairs to get a snack and maybe some warm milk. She thought about asking Bobby for some alcohol, but she didn't dare. But, when she saw the beer in the fridge, she couldn't resist. She popped one open and sat at the kitchen table.

Bobby had heard Dean and Kylee come home. They were already silent in their room. Then, he heard someone come downstairs and stay in the kitchen. On the chance that it was Tasha, Bobby got up to check on her.

He stepped into his bedroom doorway and saw her figure at the kitchen drinking a beer. Bobby had never seen Tasha drink, not that it would have been out of line for her to indulge occasionally. Their fridge was usually stocked. But, her choosing now to drink worried Bobby.

He tied the belt on his robe and walked through the living room. "Tasha?" he said in a quiet voice as he got closer to the kitchen. "That you?"

"Yeah, Bobby. Sorry I woke you. Couldn't sleep."

Bobby sat down at the table. "Any idea why you couldn't sleep?"

"I have an idea," Tasha stared at the beer bottle in her hands. "It's nothing I can change or take back."

Bobby sat there, silent, watching her. The beer looked out of place. He wouldn't be surprised if it was her first.

"Just stuff," she tried to explain and failed. "You can go back to bed. I'm fine."

"No, you're not. I've known that since the hospital. I can't help you unless I know. Does it have something to do with Danny?"

Tasha had to laugh a little. She'd forgotten all about Danny.

Bobby still looked at her, concerned.

"It has nothing to do with Danny," Tasha replied. "It's sad and ugly and irreversible."

Bobby watched her start to shift around in her chair.

"I don't think I'm going to find someone out there to date," Tasha stated flatly. "As a matter I fact, I'm positive that I won't."

"Why do you say that, Tasha? You've come so far. You're a wonderful woman. I'm sure there is someone out there meant for you."

Tasha had a sad smile on her face. Bobby didn't push her as he saw a couple tears fall.

"Can you tell me why you think that?"

"You'll laugh at me," Tasha quickly wiped away her tears.

"I'll never laugh," Bobby told her.

Tasha struggled with trying to get the words out. Her brow creased. She seemed to open her mouth to start talking only to close it again. Finally, she looked Bobby in the eye and said, "Because I want to date you."

Bobby almost fell off his chair. That was not an answer he was expecting. He wondered if he heard her correctly. "What?"

"See? You're already going to start laughing at me about it. I just shouldn't have said anything," She stood up and pushed in her chair, ready to go back upstairs.

"Wait," Bobby's voice stopped her. "I just wasn't sure what you'd said. Please, come sit back down."

Tasha looked at Bobby who seemed so confused himself and knew that she couldn't just drop something like that on him and then leave the room. So, she sat back down.

"You want to date me?" Bobby's voice had a hitch to it.

"Yep."

"When did this come about?"

"When you were describing what dating and falling in love would be like," she took a sip of her beer. "When I saw Abby and Sam today. It's come up quite a few times."

"Why me? I'm so old," Bobby was still having a hard time letting it sink in.

"You rescued me from my father. You helped me through the nightmares. You know all the bad things I've done and don't look down on me for it."

"You can't help what happened with your father. I'm still supportive of you and would take care of you if you needed me to. That doesn't mean that you have to date me, Tasha."

"What if I want to?" Tasha asked. "What if I feel so secure and cared for around you that I want to take it to the next level and date? What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, I guess," Bobby was having a hard time following their conversation. "It could be that you aren't used to having a family care for you, and you have mistaken it for romantic love."

"I want to date you. I don't feel the same way toward Sam or Dean, and even if they were single I doubt I'd have romantic feelings for them. I just want you."

"Well, you sure have put a lot of thought into this," Bobby scrambled for time while he tried to think of a way to reason his way out of this without alienating her or hurting her. "I haven't looked for someone to date for a long time, Tasha."

"Are you saying you could never feel that way toward me?" Tasha appeared so vulnerable.

"No. I don't know. I just wasn't expecting this."

"So now I've screwed up the relationship that we had," Tasha nodded her head. "It will be too uncomfortable around here so I'll need to find someplace to stay."

"No, you can't go," Bobby asserted. "This is your home and will always be."

"Not if you can't look at me. Not if I want to date you. I can't live with you but still not date. It's too painful."

"But, Tasha, you've only tried to date Danny. There will be other boys."

"I don't want other boys. Not when I already have someone who genuinely cares about me and drew me out of my personal hell. Your smile, your laugh, even your ever-present trucker hat makes me want you."

"If we were to try to date and it didn't work out, would you still live here? Could we go back to our relationship that we have now?"

Tasha shrugged. "I don't know."

"Because I don't ever want you to think that you don't have a home or a family."

"I already know that you love me, Bobby. Just like how you love the others in this house. I'm just asking you to try to love me a little different."

"I need to sleep on this, Tasha. This whole conversation came from out of the blue. Most importantly, I don't want to you to end up hurt or feeling like this isn't your home. Just let me think about it, okay?"

Tasha nodded looking at her bottle.

"What else is going on in that head of yours?" Bobby asked. "I know there's more."

"I'm just missing my babies today, wondering what it would have been like to hold them," Tasha started to cry again.

Bobby sighed and moved so he could hold Tasha. He held out his arms and Tasha crumpled into them. "It's okay, honey," Bobby told her. "You didn't have a choice."

"That doesn't make me miss them any less," she sobbed.

"I know, Tasha," Bobby whispered.

Tasha cried until she was cried out.

"You okay going upstairs?"

"Just tired," Tasha wiped at her face. "I'm sorry I dumped on you tonight. I should learn to just share one issue at a time."

"Life doesn't go that way," Bobby told her. He helped her get to her feet. "I'll just walk you upstairs."

"Thank you," her voice was soft.

When they got to her room, Bobby helped her to her bed and then covered her up. He took a moment and looked at the young lady who had just declared that she wanted to date him. She was already softly snoring. "Goodnight, Tasha," he whispered before closing her door.