Bobby heard someone moving in the house and swung his legs out of bed. He wasn't thinking it was an intruder, he knew it had to be Nate and whichever parent he decided to wake up for his midnight snack. Abby was sitting in a chair in the living room.

"Hey, Abby," Bobby spoke softly so he wouldn't scare her or wake anyone else up. "How's Nate doing?"

"He's fine," Abby brushed some sleep out of her eyes. "He just won't go to sleep. I've changed him and fed him, but he won't sleep."

"Maybe he's just not tired," Bobby walked around to sit on the couch by her.

"How can he not be tired? The schedule that he keeps is hell."

"Yeah. It is. He seems to enjoy it, though."

Abby smiled as she handed Nate over. She knew Bobby was itching to hold him.

"Why don't you get some sleep and I'll keep Nate company here in my recliner? Sammy slept out here with me many, many nights. I can get you when he's hungry."

"Are you sure, Bobby?"

"You're exhausted, honey. Try to get some sleep in your own bed. You'll feel better." Bobby held out the arm that wasn't holding Nate. "Give me a hug and go back to sleep."

Abby did just that. "Thank you, Bobby."

"Don't need to thank me. I like late night talks with someone who can't disagree with me."

Abby smiled as she shuffled off to bed.

"So, Nate. You been giving your mama hell?" Bobby reclined the chair and laid Nate on his chest. "I used to hold your daddy just like this. He used to be tiny, too. He was also a conversationalist. Anytime he got up for a bottle, he'd have to stay up and visit for awhile before going back to sleep."

Nate's big eyes turned in Bobby's direction and Bobby kept talking about nothing really. It was the rumbling in his chest along with his heartbeat that put Nate to sleep. Bobby fell asleep, too. He had almost forgotten how comfortable it was to hold a sleeping baby.

Sam woke up and Nate wasn't in his crib. He wasn't curled up in bed by Abby. Sam walked into the living room and saw Bobby asleep in his recliner with a little bump on him. Sam smiled, knowing that Nate had worn Bobby out, too. It was going to be time for Nate to eat soon, so Sam made him a bottle.

He approached the sleeping duo and didn't have the heart to wake either of them up. He put the prepared bottle and burp rag on the table next to the recliner. He kissed his son's fuzzy head, and went back to his bedroom. He left the door partway open in case Bobby needed them. Sam knew Bobby had been looking forward to having a newborn in the house. He trusted Bobby with his life. He knew he could trust him with his son's.

I thought I saw you get a little protective tonight," Kylee mentioned to Dean as she got ready for bed.

"Protective of Nate?"

"No. Protective of me. More like possessive, I guess."

"How's that?"

"When Nate mistook me for Abby," Kylee looked at Dean for his response.

"Hey. Your breasts are my toys and my toys only. Nate has no claim to them. I'm not the type of guy who shares. You know that."

"Sam has to share."

"Are you nuts? Sam's cut off until Nate's done with them. Now he has to wait in line to taste those again."

"What do you think about that?"

"He shot himself in the foot, there. Then again, he's the one who had to have a baby. Get the baby, lose the boob privileges. That's just how it goes."

"Would you ever wait in line like Sam?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I would. I'd want my son or daughter to get every advantage possible. I'd put myself second for that."

"Okay."

"Are we back on the baby topic? Has Nate convinced you that you have to be a mom?" Dean smiled, hoping Nate had convinced her.

"Maybe," she turned off the bathroom light. "Maybe it was just talking to Abby."

"So what are you thinking?"

"That it could be a good thing," Kylee slid into bed. "I still need to think about it, but I wanted you to know."

"Hmm," Dean sighed. "Want to know what I think?"

"Sure."

"I think Nate needs a cousin. But, until then, these are mine," Dean moved a hand to her breast and started to tease and massage it in just he right way.

"Yours, huh? I thought they were mine," Kylee had difficulty getting the words out.

"You just hold onto them for me," Dean gave her one of his smirks before he lowered his head and sucked the breast he'd been attending to.

"Mmm," was all Kylee could say as she was lost in the sensations of making love with Dean.

Tasha dabbed on a little perfume before going downstairs to meet Bobby.

"Ready to go?" Bobby was waiting for her at the front door.

"Just need to grab my jacket," Tasha smiled at him.

From the living room Sam called jokingly, "Don't be out too late."

Dean threw in, "I expect you'll have her back at a respectable hour. Don't to anything I wouldn't do."

Tasha turned red while Bobby told the boys to hush. He opened the door and ushered Tasha through.

"Don't mind them," Bobby told her.

"I know. They're just joking."

"They want us to be happy," Bobby laced his fingers through hers. "Some other folks might yell things because of our ages."

"Like people in town?"

"Most of them should be good 'cause I've known them all my life. Some of the newer folks might think us odd or that I coerced you into this relationship."

"How do I prove them wrong?"

"You can't darlin'. People are gonna believe what they want to believe."

"Then they're not much of our concern, are they?"

"That's my girl," Bobby smiled. "How did it go at the store today?"

"Talked to Danny in passing, so that's a start. They're anxious to have Abby bring Nate in to show him off."

"I suspect she'll bring him in one day. Probably with Sam standing nearby like Papa Bear, not letting anyone get too close."

Tasha laughed. "Sounds about right. I saw you asleep with Nate the other night."

"Yeah? Little fella tuckered me out."

"Is that how you used to sleep with Sam?"

"Sometimes. When we couldn't get him to sleep in his crib."

"It just looked natural for you, Bobby. It was like Nate knew he belonged there."

"He knows I'm his Bobby. How are you doing with Nate?"

"He's stolen my heart. All it took was a smile and that drool. Nights aren't always easy, but days are getting better."

"I'm glad to hear that." They'd walked their usual path and ended up back at the house. Bobby sat down on the porch swing. Tasha sat beside him and wiggled in closer so her head was on his shoulder and his arm around her, holding her close.

"Are you sure this is what you want, Tasha?"

"Us, you mean?"

Bobby nodded.

"Yes, Bobby, I'm sure. Why do you ask?"

"Just wanting to make sure. I don't want any rumors to get out around town if you're already second-guessing."

"No second guessing here. You?"

"I'm happy exactly where I am at," Bobby looked into Tasha's eyes and she knew it was truly how he felt.

Bobby's rough hand rested on her cheek. He lowered his face to hers and kissed her gently. Tasha kissed him slowly, her heart going a mile a minute.

When Bobby pulled back, Tasha giggled.

"What? Did I do something wrong?" It had been so long since Bobby had kissed any woman.

"No, your mustache tickles," Tasha laughed at herself. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wreck it."

"Maybe I could use a trim," Bobby laughed. "You didn't wreck anything. I'd like to try it again."

"Me, too."

They were pre-occupied with each other when they realized that he light was blinking on and off. Dean stood at the door, waving and grinning at them. Tasha hid her face against Bobby's coat.

"That dang idjit," Bobby shook his head.

"Tasha," his voice was so soft. "No use hiding now, darlin'. The one with the biggest mouth already saw."

"Now what do we do?"

"We can walk in there without turning red. We've got nothing to be ashamed of. People kiss on dates. Even Dean."

Tasha was glad to have Bobby's arm around her when they walked back in.

"Did you two have a nice time?" Kylee asked.

"Yeah. Did you try to control your husband?" Bobby replied.

"I did my best, Bobby. You know how he can be. Plus, he claims you did the same thing to him when he was fourteen on the porch swing with a girl."

"Fourteen? Yeah, I probably did."

"For good reason, too," Kylee said. "I have Nate over here if you want to hold him, Tasha. Sam and Abby went to get some rest."

"Sure, I'll take him," Tasha took her coat off. "I had a nice time, Bobby." Tasha stood on her tip-toes and whispered in his ear, "even with the little interruption," and kissed his cheek before turning to go hold Nate.