"How do you think it will go with those two?" Dean asked Kylee after Bobby and Tasha walked out the door.

"I don't know. It could be interesting," Kylee replied.

"Interesting? It will either be great or a disaster. I doubt it could be anything in between."

"Maybe. If they're both adult enough, they could still be friends if it didn't work out."

"Do you have many guys that you are friends with after having dated?"

"Well, no," Kylee admitted.

"I'm not still friends with anyone I used to date, well, pick up every now and then. I guess I didn't really date until you."

"I couldn't tell," Kylee tried to hide a smile as she brought their glasses tot he kitchen.

"I saw that," Dean followed her. "What do you mean 'I couldn't tell'?"

Kylee's laughter drifted in from the kitchen.

With Nate back in the nursery for the night, Sam and Abby were able to spend some time alone. It was their last chunk of time alone before bringing Nate home.

"Did we remember to get everything for Nate?" Abby asked.

"I think so," Sam replied. "If we think of anything, we can get it at the store on our way home."

"Did we put linens in the cradle?"

"No. But we have them in our dresser drawer."

"We picked up the diapers, baby wash, all those kinds of things, right?"

"Yeah. You've been bringing that stuff home since you started at the store. I think we have everything ever made for babies."

"Is that supposed to be a slam?"

"No, honey. I'm just saying that you're well-prepared," Sam took Abby's hand. "I don't think you have to worry about us not having something we need for Nate. There are four other adults in the house who could help us run for anything. That's the great part of having an extended family."

"I'm just a little edgy," Abby pulled Sam closer. "I don't know if I'm going to remember all that the nurses have told me about taking care of Nate. I've never taken care of a baby before. What if I screw it up?"

"Don't you think I worry about the same things?" Sam gave a little laugh. "That's why there's two of us. Between both of us we should have it all covered."

"You sure?"

"Then, we have Bobby to help fill in the cracks. Dean took care of me, too. He'd help."

"Wasn't Dean a little young to be taking care of you?"

"Well, that's just how it worked out in our family. I turned out fine."

"Jury's still out on that one, Sam," Abby grinned.

Sam smiled back and kissed his wife. "I can't believe we're parents. Does that mean we have to grow up?"

"No more than absolutely necessary."

After Dean and Kylee had gone upstairs, Tasha moved to the couch by Bobby.

"Okay if I sit here?"

"Sure," Bobby shifted how he was sitting. "I'll even share my blanket."

Tasha sat down under the blanket and held Bobby's hand as they watched bad late night television. She laid her head on Bobby's shoulder. She just fit there perfectly.

Bobby decided he could get used to having Tasha's head on his shoulder. It felt like home. Even something as simple as holding her hand just felt like the way it should be. Even the horrendous programming didn't seem as bad with Tasha there to help him make fun of it.

Kylee came to bed, freshly showered. Dean looked like he might already be asleep, but Kylee knew better.

She slid into bed until her body was touching his. She laid her head on his shoulder, breathing in the scent of his skin. She lightly trailed her fingers up and down his bare chest until he moved to kiss her.

"I knew you weren't asleep," Kylee told him.

"I was just resting. I like seeing what you'll do to try to wake me up."

"You snot. I might just not try to wake you up the next time you're 'resting'."

"Yes, you will," Dean gave her that patented smirk of his. "There's no way you could go to bed without saying goodnight and then keeping me up talking about everything under the moon."

"That's not nice!"

"Hey, I didn't say I minded. And, you know it's the truth."

Kylee still had a stubborn look on her face.

"Come on, Kylee," Dean tried kissing her and her lips were like stone. He changed his tactic and moved to her neck and found that spot that made her gasp. "You know you can't stay mad at me." When he'd worked his way back up to her lips, she eagerly kissed him back. Dean tried to hide his grin, knowing that he could push Kylee's buttons anytime he pleased.

When Bobby was ready to retire for the night, he noticed Tasha's perfume on his shirt. He brought it back up to his face and smelled again. It was light and feminine, nice. Bobby hung it up on the hook and smiled. He'd enjoyed himself on their date. Just to hold hands and rock on the porch swing, meant more to Bobby than anyone could imagine. It was the simple things that got to Bobby's heart.

Tasha closed her bedroom door and thought about Bobby. She had been surprised to hear about Bobby's wife, Loretta and the baby. Still, she was glad he'd told her. It helped explain why he didn't date and kept to himself. He was just hurt too much in the past. Loretta didn't do it on purpose, she'd been blinded by her own pain and didn't see how her actions were going to affect Bobby.

Sam was still awake because Abby couldn't get comfortable.

"Anything I can do to help, honey?" he whispered.

"What?" Abby was irritated.

"Let me help you relax. Want me to rub your back? Or your stomach?"

"It's just nerves," Abby tried to brush it off. "Tomorrow we'll be bringing Nate home."

"I know," Sam kept his voice low. "It will be great and you will be wonderful." He nudged Abby onto her side so that he could rub her neck and shoulders.

"I miss our bed," Abby sighed. "It has more room and isn't lumpy."

"It will be there waiting for you tomorrow. I promise. You still need to get some sleep tonight."

"I know. It helps that you are right here. I wouldn't sleep at all if you weren't."

"Wherever you are is home to me," Sam leaned in and wrapped his arms around Abby.

"I like the sound of that," Abby relaxed into Sam and he pulled the covers up over them.

Tasha had to work in the morning. As her luck would have it, so did Danny.

"How's that little nephew of yours?" Danny surprised her when she was stocking an item.

"He should be coming home today," Tasha's voice was nervous.

"What's wrong?" Danny noticed that she wasn't really looking at him.

"I'd rather not talk to you about it here. Can you grab me when you go on break?"

"Sure. Are Nate and Abby okay?"

"Yeah. They're fine. I just need to talk to you," Tasha tried to give him a smile. She let out a breath when Danny walked away.

She was still on edge when Danny tapped her shoulder to tell her that he was going on break.

"What's going on?" Danny asked as soon as they were in the break room.

"I don't know of a nice way to say this, Danny. I've decided that I'd rather have you as my friend than date you."

"Huh?"

"I don't want to date you anymore but I still want us to be friends."

"Is this some kind of joke?" Danny was confused.

"No, it's just something that I realized the past couple of days."

"We just went out on Saturday. You've had this revelation since then?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry, if that makes you feel any better."

"I'm fine, it'll just be awkward for awhile. Are you serious about being friends?"

"Of course I am, Danny. You're the only person I talk to here at the store besides Abby."

"Okay, Tasha. I need to go outside for few minutes before going back on-shift, alright?"

"Sure. I'll see you around the store." Tasha watched Danny walk away and hoped that she didn't burn any bridges.