A/N: With the emotional last few chapters, I decided this story didn't have enough baby/toddler Evy fluff. So, that's all this chapter is. As the chapter says, fluffiness abounds!

Six Weeks Old

Evy wailed, and Missy groaned. She had just fallen into a deep sleep when Evy had started up her whining. She hated herself for it, but she closed her eyes and hoped that Evy would go back to sleep, or that Sam would get up and handle it. But when Evy's wail increased in pitch and intensity, Missy pulled her blanket up and started to go.

"I've got it."

In her half awake state, Missy had forgotten John was home. She mumbled a grateful 'Thanks, babe' and curled back up into the blankets. Just as she was about to drift back to sleep, she realized that Evy's crying had completely died down, and she was now doing nothing more than cooing. Missy woke up again when she heard John's voice on the baby monitor.

"Hey, little one. Did you miss me, huh?"

Missy smiled. The gentleness in John's voice just then was rare, worn thin by a lifetime in the Marines then hunting.

"Daddy missed you too." John said. "I thought about you every second of every day I was gone."

Evy started to fuss a little.

"Shhh. Daddy's right here. I'm not going anywhere right now. Close your eyes, go back to sleep."

Missy couldn't help it now. She had to go watch John in action. When she got to Evy's room, she found John in the rocking chair that Bobby had given them. Evy was so small that Missy could barely see her curled up in her father's arms. Missy leaned against the doorframe and watched them.

"I might not be around a lot, little one." John said. "But I'll always love you, no matter how far away I am."

Evy cooed again and lifted her tiny hand in the air, which John gently took into his own.

"I'm right here. I'll hold your hand 'till you go to sleep."

Five minutes later, John lifted a once again asleep Evy into her crib. Her turned on the mobile above her mattress, something Sam had insisted on getting for her right before she'd been born. Missy realized that was the reason she'd woken up in the first place. As cute as the mobile was, she had grown to hate it, because Evy couldn't sleep without the stupid little tune it played. John turned around and jumped.

"How long were you standing there?"

"Long enough." Missy said. She walked over and wrapped arms around John's waist, and they both turned to watch Evy sleep. "Isn't she beautiful?"

"She is. Just like her mom."

Missy smiled. "You're lying."

"Why don't I show you how beautiful I think you are?" John asked, kissing her neck.

Missy laughed. "Nice try, buddy boy. Mama's too tired for that. You can rub my shoulders 'till I go back to sleep if you want."

"I can do that. Come on, let's go back to bed."

"Hang on. I want to look at her for a minute." Missy said.

She stood over Evy's crib and watched her sleep for a few seconds. She placed two fingers underneath Evy's nose and felt relieved when she felt a miniscule brush of air. Missy stroked Evy's cheek, marveling again at the fact that her finger was bigger than Evy's cheek.

"Good night, my angel."

Eleven Months Old

"And the baby bear said…"

John stopped reading when he felt little hands going through his beard. When he looked down in his lap, Evy no longer had her eyes on the book, but was intently studying his fully grown in beard. Evy was sick with a cold, so her face was flushed a bit, and her eyes were opening and closing as she fought sleep.

"What are you doing, little one?" John chuckled.

"Daddy bear."

"What?" John asked.

Evy looked down to the book and pointed at the 'papa bear' character in the book while keeping one hand in John's beard. "Daddy bear."

"Are you calling me a bear?" John asked, tickling her in the side.

Evy giggled, a sound that John never got tired of hearing. "Daddy bear hug."

"You want a hug like the Daddy bear?"

"Yay!" Evy cheered, thrusting both hands up towards John's face.

John laughed and picked up the excited Evy, turned her around and squeezed her as tight as he could without actually suffocating her.

"Daddy bear." Evy said again.

"I love you, baby bear."

Two Years Old

"Mommy!"

Missy jumped up from the couch and ran to the front door of the house, where Sam was carrying a crying Evy. Missy tried not to become alarmed at the sight of blood on Evy's face and knees, but it was hard. She opened the front door and Sam placed the still crying Evy on the couch.

"What happened, Kitten?"

"I falled." Evy said.

"She fell off my shoulders." Sam said. "I was giving her a piggyback ride and I tripped."

"Did you fall?" Missy asked.

"No." Sam said. "I caught myself before I fell but I lost my grip on her. I'm sorry, mom."

"Okay." Missy got up to get the first aid kit and saw the grief stricken look on Sam's face. "Sam, it's okay. It was an accident. She's just got a skinned knee and a scrape on her face. She'll be fine."

"Mommy!"

"Okay, you're gonna be fine, Kitten. We'll make you feel better." Missy said, trying to soothe Evy. "Sam, will you go get the first aid kit in the kitchen please?"

"Sure."

Sam walked in the kitchen, grabbed the first aid kit, and brought it out to Missy. "Here you go."

"Thanks." Missy said, getting down to work. "Kitten, Sammy's gonna hold your hand while I patch you up, okay?"

Evy's loud crying had subsided down to sniffles. "'Kay, mommy."

As Sam took Evy's hand, he kissed her cheek. "I'm sorry, Cricket."

"'s okay, Sammy. Is just a owie. I be okay."

Sam held Evy in his lap as Missy cleaned, disinfected, and bandaged both scrapes. Just as Missy was finishing up, John stepped out of the shower and into the living room. Missy closed the first aid box and smiled up at Evy.

"How's that, Kitten? Feel better?"

"Not yet." Evy said, pointing at her knee expectantly.

"Not yet?" Missy asked, before she realized what Evy was asking for. "You want mommy to kiss it?"

"Yes, pease."

Missy gingerly kissed Evy's knee and face. "Better?"

"Amost. Sammy?" Evy asked. "You kiss 'em too?"

Sam repeated the process. "How's that?"

"Dat better. Fank 'ou mommy and Sammy."
"How about me?" John asked, walking up beside Missy.

"No, Daddy. Not want kiss from you."
"What? Why not?" John asked, slightly hurt.

Evy held out both arms towards him. "Want daddy bear hug from you."

John smiled and scooped up Evy off the couch. She giggled as she felt him pull her up and wrapped her arms around his neck. John squeezed her tight, and for a minute or so, Evy hung on to her daddy and didn't want to let go. But she eventually got restless.

"Daddy, you squishing me!"

"Oh, yeah?" John asked, slacking his grip on her slightly. "How about I squish you into a little itty bitty piece so I can fit you in my pocket?"

"No, Daddy, don't do dat!" Evy said, alarmed.

"Why not?"

"'Cause I big girl now. Don't make me wittle again." Evy begged. "Pease…"

"I guess." John said. "Can I have one more hug though?"

"Not wite now. I gotta go." Evy said, suddenly bouncing on John's hip.

"Go where?"

"Daddy, I gotta go NOW!" Evy said urgently, pointing down at her pull up diaper.

"Oh!" John quickly put her down. "Go on, you can hug me when you come back."

As Evy ran towards the bathroom, Missy called, "You need help?"

"No, I do it, mommy!" Evy insisted.

"Okay." Missy said skeptically.

She was surprised when, sixty seconds later, she heard the toilet flush. Evy appeared in the doorway, pull up back up where it was supposed to be.

"I did it, mommy! I goed!"

"Really?" Missy said. "Good job, Kitten!"

"Will's you hep me was' my hands? I tan't weach da sink."

"I absolutely will." Missy said, scooping the proud toddler up in her arms. "I am very, very proud of you. You're such a big girl."

"Good job, Cricket." Sam said.

Missy turned to John and explained, "Daddy, that's the first time she went potty all by herself."

"There you go, little one. Guess you are a big girl now."

"Yay. I's wheely big girl now." Evy said with a grin.

Three Years Old

Sam was beyond annoyed. His mom had promised to be home in time to take care of Evy, and his friends would be here any minute. It was the first day of summer break, and Sam wanted to leave the house and go be with kids his own age.

"Sammy? Will you come pay wif me please?"
"Not right now, Cricket." Sam said.

"Please. Mommy's not home yet."

"Not now." Sam repeated.

"Please…"
"I said not now!" Sam shouted, losing his patience. "Go to your room and play by yourself for once!"

Sam immediately regretted his words when Evy's bottom lip started to shake and she looked away from him. "Sowwy, Sammy. I'll go pay now."

"Cricket, wait." Sam said. "Come here."

Evy walked back over to Sam, who picked her up and sat her on his knee on the couch. He pulled her in and gave her a hug, then kissed her cheek. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. But I've got friends coming over, so I can't play with you right now. They'll be here any minute. I'll play with you after they leave. Okay?"

"You promise you not mad at me?" Evy asked.

"I swear. I'm not mad at you. And I'll play with you as soon as they leave."

"'Kay, Sammy. But do I gotta stay in my room?" Evy asked.

"What do you want to do?" Sam asked.

"Can I put my colowing stuff on the kitchen table and dwaw?"

"Sure, Cricket. Go get your coloring book and your drawing book." Sam said. "I'll get your crayons out."

Ten minutes later, Evy was happily occupied with her art supplies at the table. Sam fixed her a snack and poured her some juice, then reminded her to stay either at the table or in her room. When there was a knock at the door, Sam went and answered it and let in his friends.

"Hey, guys. Come on in."

"Hey Sam." The oldest boy said.

"What's up, bud?" The younger one asked.

"So what did you guys want to do?" Sam asked. "I can't really leave 'till my mom gets home."

"Why not?" The older boy asked. He looked in the kitchen and saw Evy sitting there. "Aww, man? You gotta babysit?"

"Yeah. Should be just for a few minutes, though." Sam apologized.

"Whatever." The older boy said. "Can I use your bathroom?"

"Sure. It's right down there." Sam pointed down the hall. "Jared, you want a soda?"

"Yeah. Thanks." Jared walked into the kitchen with Sam and up to the chair next to Evy. "You mind if I sit with you?"

"Sure." Evy said. "I'm Evy. What's your name?"

"Jared. The other guy with me is Jack. He's my older brother."

"Sammy's my older brover." Evy said.

"I know. Sam's a pretty cool guy." Jared said. "What are you working on?"

"A picture for my mommy when she gets home." Evy said, flipping her notebook over. "They roses. That's my mommy's favorite fowers."

"You do a good job for a little kid." Jared said.

"Tanks." Evy said with a grin. She turned serious and said, "But I's not wittle."

"Oh, sorry." Jared said. "You do a good job."

Evy smiled and said. "I wike you. You nice."

"I like you too."

"Here you go, Jared." Sam said, handing Jared a soda.

"Thanks, Sam."

"Can I has one too, Sammy?" Evy asked.

"If you promise you won't tell mommy, you can share mine."

"Deal." Evy said.

Evy had gotten a quick sip of the soda when Jack suddenly came back into the kitchen. "So Sam, when you gonna be able to ditch the brat and leave?"

"Hey, watch it!" Sam said. "That's my sister you're talking about."

Jack threw his hands up in surrender. "Sorry. When can we go?"

"Whenever my mom gets back." Sam said. Suddenly he wasn't so eager to hang out with Jack.

"Jack, don't be a jerk!" Jared said.

"I said I was sorry." Jack said defensively.

"Say it to her." Jared said, pointing to Evy.

"Sorry, kid." Jack said. "You mind if I go sit in the living room, Sam?"

"Yeah." Sam said.

Jack left and Jared turned to Evy. "Sorry about him. He's a jerk."

"It's okay." Evy said. "You's nice. You can come back."

Jared laughed. "Thanks, Evy. I'm gonna go in the living room, okay? I'll see you again soon."
"Okay. It was nice to meet you." Evy said.

"You too."

"Sammy, I's going potty." Evy said.

"Okay, Cricket." Sam said. "Call me if you need help."

"'Kay." Evy ran to the bathroom and used it. As she washed her hands, Evy noticed a smell. When she realized what it was, she left the water running and ran out to the living room. "Sammy! Sammy!"

"Cricket, what's wrong?" Sam asked. "Why are you wet? Did you have an accident?"
"No. Sammy, I smell smoke in da bafroom."

"You what?" Sam asked.

"I smell smoke in the da bafroom." Evy said.

"Oh, that's me, sorry." Jack said. "That cigarette I smoked must have still been lit. I'll go put it out."

"Cigarette? Are you crazy? You can't smoke in this house! My mom'll go ballistic!" Sam said. "Get it out of here!"

"Geez, fine. Don't be so uptight!" Jack said.

"Dude, it's bad enough you got me in trouble last week. Don't get Sam in trouble too." Jared said.

"Sammy, did I's do something wrong?" Evy asked. "I don't want to get you in trouble with mommy."

"No, Cricket. You didn't do anything." Sam reassured her.

"Dude, when's your mom coming home? I don't want to stay here with the little brat." Jack said.

"Quit being mean to mean to me!" Evy said, throwing her hands on hips and shouting. "I'm not wittle and I'm not a bwat."

"What are you gonna do?" Jack said, approaching Evy with a hand extended.

"Touch her and it'll be the last thing you ever do." Sam said. "Get that cigarette butt out of the trashcan and leave."

"Fine." Jack said. "I didn't want to stay here with you anyway."

As Jack went to the bathroom to pick up that cigarette butt, Jared was shaking his head. "Sam, man, I'm sorry."
"It's not on you." Sam said. "You don't have to go if you don't want to."

"I better make sure Jack gets home." Jared said. "I don't' know why he's acting like such an…" Jared stopped himself when he realized Evy was listening. "…such a jerk lately."

"Fank you for 'ticking up for me." Evy said.

"You're welcome. You know, you're a pretty tough kid."

"Fanks." Evy said. "You gonna come back, wight?"

"Sure thing." Jared said. "Will you make a picture for me next time I come?"

"Okay! What kind of stuff you wike?" Evy asked.

"I play baseball. Can you draw me a baseball and bat?"

"Sure!" Evy said. "Bye, Jawed."

"Bye, Evy. See you soon."

After Jared and Jack left, Sam turned to Evy and said, "I'm sorry he was mean to you, Cricket."
"I'm sowwy you didn't get to see your fwiends."

"It's okay." Sam said. "You want to go play now?"

"Yeah! Let's go pay!"

Four Years

"Unca Baby!"

Bobby sighed. "What, Baitfish?"

"When mommy and daddy coming back?" Evy asked. "I'm bored."
Bobby smiled. "You're bored or you miss 'em?"

"Both." Evy said.

"They'll be back later tonight, Baitfish. Sam'll be home soon."

"'Kay." Evy said. "Unca Baby, where'd they go?"
"Where'd who go? Sam or your mom and dad?"

"Mommy and Daddy." Evy said. "Sammy's at school, right?"

"Right. Your mom and dad just wanted to spend a little time to themselves."

"And where's Deanie?" Evy asked.

Bobby smirked. "He's spending time with his own lady friend."
"Oh." Evy said. "Okay."

"What's the matter, Baitfish?" Bobby asked. She was unusually quiet. Normally she would have been talking the head off of Bobby. "You seem sad."

"How come nobody wants to spend time wif me?"

"What makes you say that?" Bobby asked.

"Sammy's gone, Deanie's gone, Mommy and Daddy's gone, and you're working." Evy said.

"Oh, Baitfish. That doesn't mean we don't want to spend time with you, it just means we got grownup stuff to do." Bobby explained. "That make sense?"

"Yeah, I guess." Evy said.

"Hey, Baitfish, I got an idea." Bobby said. "You want to go with me to the garage? Learn about cars with me?"

"Can I?" Evy asked. "That sounds cool!"

"Sure. Come on." Bobby said. "You got to follow one rule though, okay? You got to do exactly what I tell you. If you don't you could get hurt. You promise to do that?"

"I promise." Evy said. "Come on, Unca Baby, let's go!"

Bobby chuckled. "Yeah, Baitfish, let's go."

Five Years

Evy waited at the front door just like her teacher told her to. Mommy had promised her a big surprise if she made it through her first day of big kid school. She'd told Evy that she had to work after school was over, so to wait until her surprise got there. Evy's new teacher, Mrs. Golden, came to the door and told Evy she could sit down and color until someone picked her up if she wanted to. Evy was about to say no thanks, when a familiar voice came up to her.

"Hey, kiddo."
Evy turned to the side. "Deanie!"

Evy leaped into Dean's arms. Dean introduced himself to Evy's teacher, who reminded Dean that if he was going to pick up Evy again in the future, her mother had to add his name to the paperwork at the front desk. Dean wanted to argue with her, remind her that Evy had been the one to run to him, but he resisted. Evy talked the whole way from her classroom to the Impala, arm firmly clutched around Dean's neck the whole time.

"I'm glad you had fun, kiddo. Come on, let's buckle up."
"Can I sit up front, Deanie? Pleeeeeeasssse?"
"Your mom wouldn't like that too much." Dean reminded her.

"But mommy's not here." Evy reasoned, biting her bottom lip and looking at Dean with the huge puppy eyes she'd inherited from Sam.

Damn you Sam, teaching her that, Dean thought. "Well, kiddo, if I let you ride up front I can't take you for ice cream."

Evy's eyes bulged. "ICE CREAM? Really?"

"Yeah. Ice cream or front seat, kiddo? Can't get you two treats in one day, don't want to spoil you."

"I want ice cream! Chocolate!" Evy said.

"Good choice, kiddo. Come on, get in." Dean opened the front door and threw Evy's backpack on the seat.

Evy grabbed Dean's waist. "Thank you for picking me up, Deanie. Love you."

"I love you too, kiddo." Dean said. "Love you to the moon."