Okay everybody. I'm sad to say that this is the last chapter of the For All Or Nothing Trilogy. This has been so much fun to write and very challenging. I hope you all liked reading this. You've all seen that I like pairing Dean and Taker together. I love putting these two in my stories together cause these two are my absolute favorites of the WWE. You might have also noticed that there are some Christian aspects in this series also. It's on purpose. I'm a Christian woman and I too like WWE. Anyways, it is now time for the conclusion of my For All Or Nothing Trilogy. The song used in this chapter is from the Disney movie Dumbo. I wanted to think of a good way to end this series. So, here it is. From the bottom of my heart, thank you all so much for reading. Much love and God Bless. UPDATE: A few days ago, I thought back to my first story in this series and realized I left a plothole in the last chapter. Hopefully I can update this chapter successfully. In the last chapter of the first story to this series, Michelle was pregnant. In this chapter, you'll see the result on why their has only one Calaway kid. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the update to the readers who have read this already. To those reading this the first time, hope you enjoy the ending all the same.

Chapter 19

Megan woke up in the middle of the night crying her little blue eyes out. The crying woke Dean and Renee up from a wonderful sleep.

"Oh, boy," Renee yawned.

"Somebody wants some attention," Dean said rubbing his eyes.

"I'll get her." Renee said beginning to rise from the guest bed.

"No, no, no. You go back to sleep and I'll take care of it."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Go ahead and lie back down."

Renee lay her head back on the pillow as Dean crawled out of bed and over to the crib where Megan rested. He reached into the crib and picked up his baby girl from the mattress.

"Hey, now. What's the matter, little one? What's wrong, honey?"

Dean held Megan against him, shushing her and patting her back. Soon, the crying began to cease.

"That a girl. You're fine. It's okay. I'm gonna take her down stairs and give her a bottle. It'll help her relax."

"Okay."

"I'll be back."

"Alright. I love you, Dean."

Dean turned in the doorway of the guest bedroom. "I love you too."

-Sitting down in the living room on the couch, Dean had Megan nestled against him, drinking milk from a little pink baby bottle. After the bottle was empty, he sat it aside.

"Boy. For a little thing, you sure had a big thirst."

Dean had a towel over his left shoulder, and held Megan against his shoulder blade. He patter her on the back gently until a burp sounded out.

"Much better."

Dean cradled Megan in his arms. "Just relax now. You're safe. Nothing will ever happen to you. I'm here."

Megan looked up at him with those trusting eyes. He remembered the first time he looked into those eyes the day she was born. After everything that had happened prior to that, seeing this little girl, holding her in his arms the first time that day, he realized how precious life was and what a blessing it truly is.

He took one of her little hands into his and rubbed the palm with his thumb.

"I hope you know that I love you. I hope you know that I will always love you."

Dean hummed a little tune, then sang the words that his mother used to sing to him when he was just a boy.

Baby mine, don't you cry. Baby mine, dry your eyes.

Rest your head close to my heart, never we'll part, baby of mine.

Little one, when you play, don't you mind what they say.

Let your eyes sparkle and shine, never a tear, baby of mine.

From your head to your toes, you're so sweet, goodness knows.

You are so precious to me, cute as can be, baby of mine.

Dean was so preoccupied with Megan that he didn't notice Mark standing close by until he heard a soft clearing of the throat.

"Oh. Hi, Mark."

"Hey. Is everything okay?" Mark asked as he approached the couch and sat down.

"Yeah. She was thirsty. She drank the entire bottle of milk I gave her. I'm sorry if she woke you with her crying."

"No worries, Dean. Renee still asleep?"

"Yeah. I told her I would tend to Megan."

Mark looked down at his granddaughter. "She sure is a cutey."

"Cute as a button."

"Look at her nose. Adorable."

Dean chuckled. "Want to hold her?"

Mark looked at Dean. "I don't want to drop her."

Dean passed Megan over to him. "You won't."

Mark held Megan in his big tattooed arms. "Oh my. She's so tiny."

"She is. She's so beautiful too."

"Yes, she is."

Dean's eyes became watery. "And to think. We almost lost her."

Mark looked at his son sitting right beside him. "But you didn't."

"No. She was born a blue baby. The doctors were able to bring her back. If they hadn't, I would never know what it was like to hold my daughter in my arms."

Dean wiped the tears from his eyes.

"I know one thing's for sure. God wasn't ready for her yet."

"And I surely wasn't ready to let her go yet."

Mark smiled. "Nope."

"Daddy?"

Mark turned to his left. Kaia stood in the living room, a pink blanket in tow.

"Kaia. Honey, what are you doing up?"

"I had a bad dream."

Mark returned the baby to Dean, then rose from the couch. He walked over to the where Kaia stood and picked her up, holding her at the hip.

"Was it that monster again?" Kaia nodded. "Do I need to beat that dang monster up for you?"

Kaia giggled as Mark kissed her little head. He carried Kaia over to a recliner. He sat her down, then she climbed up in his lap. Mark took the blanket and covered her up with it.

"I'm afraid to go back to sleep."

"I'm right here, baby. Nothing will harm you. Nothing."

Kaia nestled closer to her father, her head resting on his chest.

Dean looked at the scene in front of him and smiled. "I look forward to those days."

"Enjoy it while it lasts, Jonathan. These days won't last forever."

"Right."

Dean was looking at his daughter sleeping in his big arms sound asleep. A little yawn escaped from her. Then a thought came to his mind and he had to ask.

"Hey, Mark. I know I haven't asked lately. Just curious, but, how had Michelle been doing since the miscarriage of your second child?"

"She's done better than I thought she would."

"Oh? Really?"

"Yeah. I often ask her if she's okay. She tells me yes. She replies to me by saying that it wasn't in God's plan to have a second baby. At that time."

"Well, you know our daughter can also be your second kid."

"I'm sure she'll appreciate that, son."

Dean smiled.

-Renee woke up the next morning and found the left side of her bed empty.

"Dean? Dean?"

Renee rose from the bed and walked out of her room the same time Michelle stepped out of her room.

"Have you seen Dean?"

"Have you seen Mark?"

"Mark's not with you?"

"Dean's not with you?"

Both women went down stairs to look for their husbands. They gasped when they found them. They smiled.

Mark and Kaia were both asleep on the recliner.

Dean and Megan were asleep on the couch.

Renee and Michelle looked at each other.

"We love those guys, don't we, Renee?"

"We sure do, Michelle. We sure do."

THE END