The bathroom was almost done when Bobby and Tasha arrived home. Kylee had spent the day cleaning up the mess of renovation and moving items to and from the attic. Sam had found a lamp and toy box for Nate's room in the attic. Dean and Kylee had found a chair and picture for their room. Abby had even found portraits of Bobby's grandparents. She set them on a shelf in the living room.

"How was your trip home?" Misssouri asked as soon as Bobby and Tasha got in.

"I've been itching to hold that baby there," Bobby reached out to Nate. "Hand him over."

"Okay, but just hand him back to me if he gets cranky. It should be his naptime soon."

Bobby turned his attention to the squirming boy in his arms. "Did you miss us, Nate? We sure missed you."

The grins and bubbles that he got in response made Bobby and Tasha laugh.

"He seems content," Tasha took his hand in hers. "He must like having company."

"More people to play with him," Bobby replied.

"Hey, Bobby, Tasha," Sam came into the kitchen. "Want to see what we did to Nate's room?"

The couple brought the baby and Sam swung Nate up high in the air before putting him on his hip.

"You got it emptied out," Bobby looked around. "I'd forgotten what color this room was."

"We'll probably paint it and put up a border, if that's okay with you. I picked out some items from the attic. I hope that's alright."

"Of course it is."

"Oh, we made some changes in the library, too. Want to come see?" Bobby and Tasha followed him out the door.

When Bobby opened the library door, he was at a loss for words, "Wow. How did you manage this?"

"He didn't," Dean came around the corner. "Joshua and Jefferson made the bookshelves and Sam and I hauled some of the books to the attic to bookcases up there. Sam sorted through it all first, so he should be able to tell you what's where."

Bobby walked around the bookshelves. His prized books finally had a home instead of just cluttering every flat surface.

"Check out the storage closet," Dean stepped to the side, revealing the door behind him.

"You might want to stand behind me, Tasha. If I remember correctly, we might have a landslide behind the door," Bobby laughed. He opened the door to find Joshua and Jefferson putting the finishing touches on the bathroom. Bobby was speechless.

"This is beautiful," Tasha said. "How did you do this?"

"We just worked hard, m'am. Thought you and Bobby might want a bathroom attached to your bedroom," Joshua replied. "Missouri said to keep it plain so you could decorate it how you wanted it."

"Thank you," Bobby gave all the boys hugs. "I can't thank you enough for all you've done. I never imagined that I would come home to this."

"Your life is changing, Bobby. You came home with a wife," Jefferson joked with him. "That's the biggest and best change." Jefferson winked at Tasha and she blushed.

Kylee breezed into the room and gave Tasha and Bobby hugs. "Abby is at work, she'll be home for supper. It's so nice to have you back. What do you think of your surprises?"

"I love them," Tasha grinned up at Bobby. "What do you think?"

"They're great," Bobby put an arm around Tasha and pulled her close. "We've got wonderful friends and family, don't we?"

"Yes, we do, Bobby. We're lucky that way."

Bobby and Tasha unpacked while they listened to the guys finishing up the bathroom.

"I don't know where you want me to put my clothes," Abby stood back looking at he dresser.

"I forgot to clean out half the drawers before we left," Bobby apologized. "I'll go though and get rid of what I don't wear anymore."

"Or we could just but our out-of-season clothes upstairs in my dresser," she offered.

"So what do you think of our room?" Bobby stood behind Tasha and had his arms around her waist. "Anything we need to change?"

"I don't know," Tasha answered him. "Would you mind if I did?"

"Nope. Any changes that would make you happy are fine with me."

Tasha turned in Bobby's arms so she could kiss him.

"I wish we were alone," she whispered.

"We are alone."

"Not with Joshua and Jefferson in the next room," Tasha blushed.

"This is as alone as we'll get until nightfall," Bobby chuckled. "So if you want to kiss me, you'd better do it now."

"Well, when you put it that way," Tasha smiled and pressed herself to Bobby, "how can I resist?"

Missouri happily grabbed Nate from his father. "I need that baby back, Sam. He's just addictive."

"Yeah, he is," Sam smiled. As she turned to walk out of Nate's room, he asked, "How worried should I be about Nate seeing things?"

"It's not things he's seeing, honey. It's spirits. I wouldn't worry too much about it. He isn't scared of them and they aren't hurting him. If he ever seems upset by something you can't see or tells you about he sees, call me. I'll be back up here immediately, and help you all through it. Until then, there's nothing we can do."

"Is there any way to make it go away?"

"Oh, honey. It's not a disease. It's a gift. Once Nate learns to understand it, it won't seem so scary. You just call me anytime that you need to," Missouri gave Sam a hug. "Abby, too, if she has concerns. I'm always around."

Sam watched the eccentric woman talk away to Nate as she carried him out of the room. Nate was a good listener, Sam had spent many hours talking to him. Sam tried to shrug off the apprehension he felt about Nate's gift. Missouri wouldn't lie to him. Nate was going to be fine.