Taylor wakes up in Danny's bed.

We had some fun in the shower, but after all the sex I had had, my libido finally felt exhausted. Dad and I fell asleep together in his bed, the first time in years. I had been like, nine, the last time I had slept in there. Of course now we were both adults, and equally naked. It was the most comfortable sleep I'd had in ages, dads warm presence was a welcomed relief from sleeping alone, and my night was sound and peaceful.

Thankfully, I had Sunday's off from PRT duty (Monday was going to be hell with all the Sophia crap to deal with) so I was able to sleep in. I woke up to find myself alone in dads bed. The smell of eggs, bacon and pancakes caught my attention, and I sat up, my mouth salivating. Mornings were hell, but breakfast was good.

I marched my naked ass downstairs to see dad in his pajamas bottoms at the stove. For once, he hadn't burned the food either. He turned to me when I came downstairs with a small smile on his face. He looked me up and down as I did and said, "Still not used to that. But I won't complain about the view."

"I'm sure you won't." I smiled, hugging him in greeting.

"I had fun last night, thank you." I whispered to him.

He returned my hug and pat my back, "Always. Just ask any time you're ready for more."

"Mmm, I might take you up on that offer sometime." I purred, and released him with a laugh.

Breakfast was as good as it smelled. Lots of syrup, soft eggs, and crunchy bacon. I was in heaven. Even when dad sat down with his own plate and the sticker box in hand, my spirits remained high.

"Funny... how such an odd little box got us to finally talk." I said, swallowing down the last of the eggs.

Dad played with the lid, and nodded, "It's not exactly what I expected but... It was good. Talking. I mean, the sex was good too of course, but we haven't talked like that since..." his voice fell.

I put my hand on his. "But we are talking now. And that's the important part. I'm glad to have you back at all, dad."

He covered my hand with his and smiled. "You've grown up into a beautiful and intelligent young woman Taylor. I'm glad I can finally see it."

I returned his smile and withdrew my hand, taking a drink while he opened the box. As he did, he asked, "So, are you taking it with you on your date with Dean?"

Bastard timed it so I almost choked on my drink. I coughed and cleared my throat, "What?"

Dad gestured at it, "You took it with you everywhere yesterday. Are you going to take it on your date?"

I hesitated for a moment. The Box had completely changed my life in a dozen different ways. It had even saved it from the very real threat of ****. My date with Dean was supposed to be near the Boardwalk, one of the safest areas in the city. But if I went without the stickers, then I was completely at the mercy of the world. On the other hand, I was going to be with a cape, in a park, did I really need them?