You'd made such an impact on Jensen's life he couldn't thank you more. You were such a doll, in both senses of being gorgeous and adorable but also so sweet. It was no surprise he'd asked you to move in with him a year back. It was a decision he'd thought hard about, considering he had kids, but after a while he knew he'd made a good decision. Even if you're younger than him, you took on a maternal role so quickly.

They latched onto you and it was like they'd never let go, similarly to how their father did. You did the things he'd never ask you to do, you just did them naturally, and that made his heart swell both with joy and adoration.

Justice had performed in a dance recital, which you willingly went to watch with the rest of the family—even if Jensen never asked you to, you just wanted to do it for the little girl. God, he didn't know he could love you more.

It's late, so it's bedtime for the kids, and you're already on herding them to bed. Just the sight of you in the kitchen with them, making them milk and cookies; Zeppelin and Arrow sat on the kitchen island and Justice, the dancer herself, perched on a seat. "You three better not be hasslin' our sweet lady," Jensen teases as he takes off his coat by the door, making his way into the kitchen and leaning against the counter to watch the people he adored so much.

"We're not!" Both Zeppelin and Arrow protest, which makes him smile.

"I'll be the judge of that," he says matter-of-factly, looking up at you with soft, adoring eyes. You hadn't even taken your coat off yet and you were preoccupied with the kids.