Deanna never thought she'd get a life she'd enjoy. Whenever she was born, her dad was filled with disappointment, and she was sure of it. She wasn't a boy.

Didn't stop her from knowing how to do an oil change from when she was 5. She was inheriting the family business no matter what, seeing as her little brother, Sam, was too 'nerdy' to be a mechanic.

Bless his soul, for actually going to Stanford and becoming a hotshot lawyer.

Anyways.

Deanna finally had it. The perfect life. She had fixed this one person's car, which turned into a chat, which turned into a date, which turned into moving in together, which turned into an engagement.

She had it all, really. The perfect apple pie life.

She came home after a long shift, grease smeared on her cheek and overalls, like usual. She knew her partner had gotten off an hour before her, so that meant dinner was probably made and ready. "Baby! I'm home!" She called out as soon as she stepped foot in the door.