I must have fallen asleep. The bed is empty when I wake up. I look around, smiling when I see Destiny looking up at me from her crib. "Hey poppet" I say leaning over and picking her up. "Guess momma needed that sleep more than she thought. She had a dream, a very real dream, papa was back, and everything was gonna be ok. Uncle Randy must have spiked my coffee..." "Talking to yourself doll?" Dean asks, walking in shaking a bottle for Dessie. I look up and burst into tears straight away. "Hey!" he whispers, putting the bottle down and pulling me towards him. "What's this for now?" "I thought I'd dreamt it" I whisper. He chuckles and shakes his head. "Doll" he says. "I am never fucking leaving you again. Ever. Ever ever. We've been handcuffed together before, I kinda liked it, we can do that again if you like? But I'm not leaving. I promise you. You're gonna have to run me over with a car to get rid of me sunshine." "Piss me off again" I growl. "And that can be arranged." He smiles and kisses me softly. Destiny blows bubbles and he laughs. "How long has she been doing that?" he asks quietly, looking down at her. "A few days" I say. "She did it to Randy when she had a mouthful of milk." He laughs. "She's turning into a character" he says. I nod. "Her personality is developing" I say. "I think she's gonna be a prankster like her papa." He grins. "Papa has to be responsible for something, right Dessie?" he says taking her from me and starting to feed her. "Papa is responsible for everything about her" I whisper, looking at them both. "She looks so much like you Jon." He smiles, shaking his head. "She's a beauty, like her momma" he says, putting his head on my shoulder. I rest my head against his, watching as Destiny looks up at us both. "What do you think is going through her head?" he asks suddenly. I smile. "Who are these saps and where are my real parents" I laugh. He chuckles. "Probably" he says taking the bottle from her and putting it on the nightstand before sitting her up to wind her. There's a knock on the door and Randy walks in. "Hey" he says quietly, walking over and sitting on the bed next to me. Dessie looks at him and smiles before looking at Dean and burping in his face. Randy and I look at each other and burst out laughing. Dean watches us then laughs too. "Why thank you Destiny Mae Good" he says lifting her up. "I take it you enjoyed that bottle. Good. I'm glad. Real glad." she smiles as he blows raspberries on her stomach. "This is how you're meant to be" Randy whispers before walking out. I watch as he winks then closes my door.

Dean has Destiny lying on the bed tickling her gently, smiling as she laughs. "That's new" he says looking at me. I smile. "Yeah" I say. "She's been trying it for a while, it kinda clicked the other day. She laughs a lot now." He nods, a faraway look on his face. "I missed so much Tor" he whispers. I shake my head, grabbing my phone. "Here" I say, finding the folder I need. He takes the phone from me and sits back against the headboard looking through the pictures and the videos. I change Destiny quickly and put her back in her crib before cuddling up to him. "I wasn't going to let you miss out Jon" I whisper. "I take pictures every day. I was going to send you one every day." He smiles. "Now you don't have to" he says kissing my head. "I mean it Torrie. Never again." I nod. "Good" I whisper, taking the phone from him and throwing it into my bag. He frowns. "What are you doing?" he asks, smirking. "Making up for lost time" I say, pulling his head to mine and kissing him softly. "Got a problem with that Ambrose?" "Fuck no" he growls, dipping his head and claiming my mouth in a fiery kiss. He tugs at my vest and we break the kiss so he can pull it over my head before kissing me again. "Your turn" I whisper, pulling at his shirt. He smiles down at me. "Impatient Torrie is back" he says smirking. I nod. "Damn straight" I growl. "Now get it off, Ambrose!" He moaned and pulls the shirt over his head, throwing it across the room as he kisses me again. I roll him onto his back and kiss across to his neck, then down his chest to his stomach, tracing his scar with my tongue. "Oh fuck" he hisses. I look up at him and he frowns. "Don't fucking stop!" he moans. I smirk and slowly slide his shorts down, leaving him in his boxers. "You're fucking killing me Tor" he moans. "Want me to stop?" I ask, sitting back on my heels. "Are you fucking serious doll?" he asks, moving quickly and pinning me beneath him. I moan as he does to me what I did to him. He kisses his way down to my shorts slowly, tracing circles on my ribs with his fingertips. "One of us has too many clothes on" he growls. "I agree" I say, watching him. "So I think you should lose the boxers and make me happy." He smirks. "So just seeing me naked would make you happy?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "It's a start" I admit. "It's what you do when you're naked that's got me all intrigued." He smirks. "Oh doll" he moans. "You have no fucking idea." "So show me" I whisper. "All in good time toots" he whispers, moving back up my body to kiss me. "I've been without you for six fucking weeks Tor" he moans. "If you think I'm making up for it with a rush job, you better think again doll."