The name’s Annie Edison, but people call me Psycho ‘cause I had a nervous breakdown in high school.


Your niece woke up from her nap and started to cry. You made a move to put down the books and papers you were looking through but Dean hopped up with a smile.

“I’ll get her,” he said.


He shrugged it off. “Yeah. …What? I’m awesome with kids,” he said.

“Alright,” you said with a laugh. “I’m not gonna pass up an opportunity to not deal with a diaper change.” You watched as Dean gently lifted her from her crib and held her close on his shoulder, softly humming to her as he made his way over to the bed.

“Journey?” you asked him with a laugh.

He looked over at you as he laid her down. “Hey. Don’t judge.”