“Hey, beautiful.” Dean pulled your daughter out of the carseat while you slept, curled up in a blanket in the front seat. He’d driven the three of you out to the country for a family picnic. You swore to him you weren’t tired but passed out halfway into the drive. “We’re gonna take a little walk and get the picnic blanket and the food all set up and let your gorgeous mommy get some sleep.” He tilted her to the window and pointed at you, curled in a ball on the seat. “See? Mommy’s so beautiful even when she sleeps, huh?”
“Why didn’t you wake me?” You rubbed your eyes, approaching the blanket where Dean was laying with little Mary on his chest, babbling with her. You knelt down and laid next to them, resting your head on Dean’s chest next to her, smiling when she grabbed a fistful of your hair.
“You just looked too peaceful and pretty to wake up.” Dean smiled and leaned in to kiss you. Mary let out a squeal of delight and you giggled. “You like that? When I kiss mommy?” He leaned in again and she squealed again.
“I think we’re her OTP.”