"Thanks so much for taking the kids tonight," Dave told Terrie, who gently invited the three young children, Naomi, Bear and Mael into her house. The house was already full to the gills with other children for a sleepover.

"Of course! It's the least I could do. It's your anniversary after all!" Terrie let out a squeal of excitement before waving David off. “Go on now, Michael is waiting!”

"Well thank you. I'll be back in the morning to pick them up," David said, preparing to leave the front porch. He handed Naomi Mael’s bag that carried far more than was necessary for a one night sleepover. Naomi grabbed the bag without looking up from her phone like the typical teenager she was.

"No, no, dear. It's your anniversary. I'll drop the kids off later in the afternoon," she said, and taking it as a dismissal, David waved goodbye and thanked her one last time. Terrie was the kind of woman David was glad to be friends with. As far as humans went, David trusted her the most with his kids.

He headed to the running car waiting in the road for him, and slid into the passenger seat. Michael leaned over and kissed David’s cheek warmly.

"Hey babe," Michael greeted when David settled into the passenger seat. David smiled back instead of saying anything, and then Michael started to drive.

"How was Terrie?" Michael was careful in how he worded this. Terrie, the lady who offered to watch their kids for the night, was very kind. David grunted, clearly not wanting to talk about someone else right then.

"Terry was fine. But let's focus on our anniversary," David paused to look over at Michael, "What do you have planned?" David leaned over in his chair and rested his head on Michael's shoulder as he was driving.

"Well, I was going to take you out to eat first, because it's classy, but what if we just ordered in?" Michael said with a mischievous grin. Michael's eyes had turned from an even gray to a bright glowing red, a predatory sign in vampire culture. David wasn't sure what it meant when Michael did that, maybe he was doing it on purpose to look more attractive- David wasn’t appalled.

"Sounds perfect," David agreed almost too easily. They had done the "dinner and a movie" thing before. It was no longer necessary to go out, as they lived together and had three foster kids in their care.

David and Michael parked the car at their house, only a street and a half from Terrie’s. Just in case the kids did something a bit too supernatural for Terrie to handle, they were close by.

Michael climbed over on top of David, even before he could manage to get out of the car and into their house. They kissed passionately as David open the door and carried Michael inside. The two had a rhythm. The could both feel themselves heating up; it wouldn't be too long before they were together in their bedroom. A bedroom David had earlier decorated with rose petals and romantic candles.

David was quick to carry Michael up the stairs and into their room. Michael was nearly six inches taller than David, and was much heavier, so it slowed the process of carrying him up an entire flight of stairs.

"Rose petals?" Michael asked, as David threw him down on the bed and lowering himself over Michael.

"Romantic, right?" David beamed before leaning down to kiss Michael again. Michael gently pushed him back by the shoulders, halting the ever growing anticipation of making love. Michael felt his body long to stop himself from making David move, but if he didn’t do it now, he was afriad he never would.

"Wait, David, I want to go get something really quick," Michael said, sliding off the bed and running out of the room at lightning speed. Or as they would call it, vampire speed.

Michael returned seconds later, holding a small red box in his hand, which was wrapped in a small silver ribbon. He handed it to David and got on one knee.

"I want to ask you something," Michael was on one knee, and his voice shook nervously. There was no reason for David to say no. Michael knew that David loved him, and would never leave. But the question was daunting all the same.

"David Jacob Olivers, will you marry me?"

Michael opened the box to reveal a small silver band. It was a ring. David widened his eyes and looked excitedly to Michael and then back to the ring sitting in the box. His mind left the impending sex and moved to the ring sitting in the box.

"I want to adopt the kids too. I want to have a family with you," Michael continued as he lifted himself up to David's level. He took the ring out of the box. David couldn’t say anything. It was like he was frozen in the moment of pure happiness.

"So can I put it on? The ring I mean." Michael asked, taking David's hand gingerly and lifting the ring to it. David nodded, too excited to even speak. Breathless, he held out his hand.

The ring slid comfortably on his finger, and David let out a shriek of joy like he won the lottery. He jumped onto Michael, giving him a strong bear hug. Both on the floor, giggling and simply happy. Happy to be together.

***

The annoying ringing of the doorbell downstairs woke Michael first, who grumpily pulled himself out of bed. Michael wondered if it was the kids already. It was nearly ten, and David was still sleeping rhythmically. The two men had a late night.

"Babe, where's the aspirin?" David mumbled while his hand fumbled around the bed stand searching for the small pill bottle. He knocked over his reading glasses and an old water bottle. At the sound of the stuff hitting the ground, he stopped groping the nightstand. Michael gave him a soft smile before running down the stairs to get the door.

Michael spotted the aspirin bottle on the kitchen counter and grabbed it. He silently promised David that he would bring it up to him in a moment when he was done answering the door. Michael wiped his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up.

When he opened the front door, he was met with a short woman. Instead of seeing his kids and Terrie, he faced an older looking woman who wore a pink coat and a pink skirt. The woman almost reminded Michael of that pink lady from Harry Potter he couldn't quite remember the name of.

"Um, hello?" Michael's voice was rough from the previous night, and he stifled a yawn. Michael could tell just by the woman's smell that she was a werewolf, and smelled quite similar to David when he thought about it.

"Hi, I'm looking for my daughter? Caitlyn Olivers? I heard she was getting married from a psychic, you must be the lucky man?" The woman said, brightening up when she saw Michael. Michael stared at her perplexed. He knew an Olivers, he knew a David Olivers.

Michael also knew that before he was a David, he was a she. Michael has never felt the need to ask what his previous name was. He knew him as David, and only as David.

"Well, you are right, I am marrying an Olivers..." Michael tried, hoping it was just the old woman forgetting that her child was a man and no longer a woman.

"Ah, so you are her fiance!" The woman expressed excitedly, and opened her arms for a hug. He stopped her short, confused by what she was saying. It wasn't common that anyone ever confused David for a woman anymore, it just didn't happened. And for his own mother to still call him a woman?

"Michael? Where's the aspirin?" David moaned from the other room. David had searched up and down the medicine cabinet, even looking for something like Ibuprofen or an off brand pain reliever, but nothing was around. Supernaturals weren't in that much of a need for such things but after a night like that, anyone would be in pain.

"Hey, David? Come here a minute?" Michael called, giving the old smiling woman a nice smile. He didn't know what to do. Michael never pried into David's personal life, since David never mentioned anything like that before.

Michael had tried, in the past, to ask the prying questions about David’s parents, but always ended the conversation in a fight. It wasn’t worth bringing up if it only made David upset.

"Unless the aspirin bottle is at the front door, then I don't really care." David had now resorted to flipping up the couch cushions in search of the medication. His mood going in a downward spiral, only slowed by the memory of Michael asking to marry him last night.

"David, please, someone is looking for you," Michael called back, rolling his eyes at David's sarcasm. The woman stared at him for a moment before starting to walk off.

"I must have caught you on a bad day. I'm looking for my daughter, not some guy," she said, waving her goodbyes and walking down the porch steps. Michael started to panic.

"Wait no, don't go," Michael said as soon as David showed up at the front door. The woman turned around and met eyes with David.

There was this deafening silence that filled the air. Not even Michael made a sound. David silently walked out onto the porch. It was a beautiful, sunny morning and birds were chirping along happily. David blinked a few times before he opened his mouth and spoke.

"Mom?"