Jensen looked around the place while Ian was in the shower and he liked the look of it. It was a lived in home not an immaculately kept house, which is what Jensen much preferred. He looked down at the photo of Ian and his deceased wife and felt a pang in his heart. See Jensen, you are a fool. He would never look at you like that. Who knows if he would even love again after loosing his wife.

Jensen spun away from the photo, doing his best to wipe his thoughts from his face, when he heard Ian enter. "It was the least I could do after ruining yours and making you leave them behind." Jensen said with a shrug. His mocha eyes got stuck on Ian's face as he marveled at how cute the ginger looked with a blush on his cheeks. He was shocked that Ian was willing to let him meet his kid but he found that he really wanted to meet the boy. So Jensen settled down on the couch to wait for Ian's return, dozing off from staying up all night and driving all the day before.