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Prompt: First day of school for the kids.

From the first moment Juliette was born and put into her arms, Emma had been preparing herself for the day her baby girl-her little Jules!-would have to go to school. She had balled her eyes out on Logan's first day of Kindergarten. She never thought she would be that cliché mother who cried on her children's first day of school, but apparently she lived up to that hackneyed phrase.

'Blondie, we're professional wrestlers. We should be able to handle our kid going to school.' Dean had told her that day of their son's departure. But still, he held her hands when they drove Logan to his Elementary school and walked him to his class. And when they went home, he held her close as she cried for about another hour.

She couldn't help but be emotional over all of it. Being a professional wrestler, you cherished every single moment you could get with your family, especially your children. Three years ago, Emma decided to become a part timer so she could be with her children more. It made her even more emotional to be spending even less time with both of her kids now.

"You're not gonna cry again, are you, Blondie?" Dean inquired, walking into their bedroom just as Emma finished changing out of her pajamas.

Emma smiled at him and playfully rolled her eyes. "If I do, I expect you to be a good husband and not tell anyone about it."

"Did I tell anyone about it the first time?"

"You told Roman and Seth. Then Seth told Nikki, and then Nikki pretty much told the whole roster." Emma retorted looking not so amused as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Dean raised his hands in defense. In their years of marriage, he's learned how to avoid arguments. Well, sometimes. Not a lot. "Well, I don't plan on telling anyone this time. So, you're safe." He assured her, stepping closer and kissing her forehead.

"You better not." She stated, leaning in to his touch. "I'll pinch your nipples again if you do."

"Darlin', you know my nipple can handle it." She pulled back making a face at him. "I'm still not gonna tell anyone if you do, though. Now hurry it up, Blondie, or our kids are gonna be late for their first day of school."

Before Emma could get a word in, Dean gave her a smack on the behind and stepped away from her. Her mouth practically dropped to the floor as her husband laughed at her expression and scurried out the door.

"Dean!"

The drive to the Elementary school wasn't that long. When they made the move to Orlando, Florida shortly after having Logan, they made sure to be near some good schools. So, they lived relatively close, despite the fact that Dean hated living in a complex and having neighbors. The things he did for love and family. His friends say he turned into a softy—most of the time not to his face. None of them needed to get on his bad side.

"Are you excited for your first day of school, Jules?" Emma asked their daughter, turning in her seat to look back at the grinning child.

"Yeah!" The five year old exclaimed. "I'm gonna make all new friends."

Dean smiled to himself, turning onto the road that led to the school. He was so glad Jules took after Emma with her general excitement and kindness. His little girl was almost the mini version of his wife. She's been referred to as a 'complete angel', and Dean has no idea how one of his spawn got that title. Logan, however, was more like himself, and it wasn't that Dean was ashamed of that, but his son's attitude sometimes got him in trouble with his teachers. An eight year old shouldn't get into that much trouble.

Luckily, the kid was a good sweet talker so he didn't get into as much trouble as he probably should be getting into. If Logan knew if he did something wrong, he would always apologize. One thing about the kid is that he hated disappointing his parents, especially his mother, so he was good at making amends.

"Alright, twerps," Dean said after pulling into a parking spot and putting the car in park, "we're here. You ready?"

"Yeah!" Logan and Jules exclaimed together.

"Good. Cause you were going in either way."

They walked into the school with Dean holding Jules hand, because she "only wants to hold daddy's hand. Sorry, mommy, we'll hold hands next time." Which was actually doubtful, she was a daddy's girl through and through.

They reached Jules' classroom first, where many children stood close to their parents still a little unsure what to make of this new experience. Soon enough they'd detach themselves when they become brave enough to approach another child and begin to play. Dean and Emma weren't really worried about Jules. She would dive in headfirst and unafraid. She was just that kind of kid, eager and excited to meet new people and hope to make new friends. Sometimes that worried Dean of how trusting she could be. What would happen to her in the future when people would try to take advantage of her kindness? Well, he'd probably end up in prison for pummeling any fool who tried to hurt his kid.

"Alright, Lo, Daddy's going to take you to your class now. Say goodbye to your sister." Emma interrupted his thoughts as she addressed their son.

Without giving her brother a chance to listen to their mother, Jules threw her arms around her brother and hugged him tight. "Bye-bye, Lo."

The boy hugged his sister back with a big smile. "I'll see you later when we go home, Julesy."

They pulled away from each other grinning. Logan turned to his mother who was already on her knees and enveloping him in a hug. "I'll see you later, lovebug. Be good, okay. I love you so much."

"I love you too, mum." Logan replied and Emma pulled back, brushing some of his wavy dark blonde hair from his eyes. He was refusing to get it cut right now. It was almost long enough to put into a small ponytail.

He looked so much like Dean. It still amazed her how he was like the miniature version of his dad. His eyes, his hair, his dimples. All Dean.

"Seriously, be good." She reiterated a little more sternly, but still with so much love in her eyes.

Logan rolled his own eyes and sighed annoyed. "I promise I'll be good, mum."

"Good. I don't want any calls from your teacher this year." He muttered something under his breath, but didn't say anything to argue with his mother. "Go off with your Da now. I'll see you later."

He nodded and gave Emma a kiss on the cheek before following Dean down the hall.

When they arrived at Logan's new classroom, Dean kneels down to his son. "Alright, kiddo, I gotta ask you a favor."

"What's up, dad?" Logan asked, looking ready to drop everything in the world just to do what his father asked of him. It was a constant wonder to Dean how much his children adored him. Maybe it shouldn't be, because hey, they were his kids, but living the majority of his life with very little love in it still messed him up sometimes.

"I need you to look out for your sister, okay? I know that'll be hard because you're in different classes and stuff, but this is her first time in a school like this. Just… if you see her in the hall or something, make sure she's doing okay."

Logan tilted his head, giving Dean a confused look. "You don't have to ask me to do that, dad. I already planned on it."

Dean smiled proudly, patting his son's hair. "That's my boy."

Logan beamed at him, and it was moments like this where Dean saw Emma in their son. The kid's smile could light up the room, and only his wife and his kids could give him that look. Like he was the best damn thing that's ever happened to them, when in reality they were the best things that's happened to him. He always said that wrestling saved his life, and it did, but wrestling couldn't give him this. It couldn't show him or make him feel the love his family gave him.

"I'll see you later, dad." Logan said, wrapping his small arms around Dean's neck and hugging him tight.

Dean's arms enveloped around Logan and he held him close. He certainly wasn't as emotional as Emma when it came to departing with their children, but he felt waves of disappointment crashing down on him when he had to be away from them. Being on the road so much, he didn't obviously didn't get to see Logan and Jules as much as he wanted to. It was a miracle he was even able to get some time off now so he could have this moment with his family. It was always a godsend when Emma and kids were able to be on the road with him for a few months during the summer. This was the downside of being a professional wrestler that he never thought he would experience. He never planned on being a family man. Everything changed when Emma literally danced her way into his life.

"I'll see you then, kiddo. I love you." Dean softly spoke, pulling away and kissing his son's hair. "And be good like you mom told you."

Logan groaned in frustration. "I already said that I was gonna. I'm not gonna get into any trouble, I promise."

Dean ruffled Logan's hair, earning a pout from the child. "Just remember how much it'll disappoint your mum."

Logan nodded as Dean stood to his full height. He was about to say something else, but then Logan's new teacher walked over to them, a warm smile gracing her youthful features.

"Hello there, I'm Mrs. Mallard. You must be Logan Ambrose. Welcome to your class." She greeted Logan kindly before her eyes darted over to Dean. "And you must be his father."

Mrs. Mallard was tall in stature, her long brown hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, and her young feature brightened with warmth. She looked a little too young to be a teacher in Dean's opinion. When he was in school none of his teachers looked this young. They were all old hags.

"Um… yeah." Dean finally responded awkwardly. It was usually Emma who dealt with the teachers and stuff. Teachers weren't really his forte.

But Mrs. Mallard just continued to smile, ignoring the obvious awkwardness. "Well, alright then. I can take it from here, Mr. Ambrose. Logan is in good hands."

The awkward feeling only increased. He hated being called 'mister'. He didn't some stupid title like that. He was just Dean. "Okay." He grumbled, reach out and touching his son's hair one more time. "I'll see you later, kiddo." He told him again, trying to buy some more time with his boy.

Logan gave him a small knowing smile. He'd rather spend the day with his dad, too, instead of going to school. But they both knew Emma would pitch a fit if they skipped Logan's class. "See you later, dad." He said, giving his dad one last smile before walking off with his teacher.

Dean watched them go a moment longer, before sighing and walking back towards his daughter's classroom. He walked into the room and saw Emma talking to the teacher along with another parent. He glanced around to find Jules already sitting around with other kids and making friends. She definitely got that from her mother. He sure as hell never made friends that easily. People usually avoided him. He's glad his kids don't have that problem. They didn't scare people away.

He shook himself from his thoughts just in time to see his little Jules barrel over to him and wrap her tiny arms around his hip (as high as she could reach up).

"Are you leaving now, daddy?" She asked, looking up at him with big blue eyes. She looked like she didn't want him to leave, and it made his heart clench.

If he could spend the rest of this day with his little Blondie, he would. He would take both Logan and Jules, and go to the most fun place they could think of. But this was important. School was important. He gently laid his hand on her head of yellow curls and smiled down at her. "Yeah, little blondie, mom and me are gonna be leaving soon."

"I'll miss you, Daddy."

It was moments like this when Dean hated being both a father and a wrestler. Being on the road almost constantly, his kids would have to say too many times in a lifetime that they were going to 'miss him'. Of course, he was going to see his kids today when he and Emma came to pick them up, but tomorrow he was back on the road. Tomorrow little Jules would look up at him with big teary eyes and say how much she would miss him. Tomorrow Logan would do his best to put up a strong front and tell him to beat up all the bad guys, like he was damn superhero—because that's exactly what he was in his son's eyes.

He's never loved anyone as much as he loves his kids and his wife. So, it's moments like this when his daughter looks up at him with big eyes and his heart clenches tightly. He doesn't want to leave her; he wants to spend as much time with her as he can.

He gets why Emma cries now. Not that he's going to cry. No way in hell.

Instead, he leans down and picks Jules up into his arms. She wraps her tiny arms and legs around him, and rests her face into his shoulder. He didn't care if anyone was looking.

"I'll miss you, too, Jules. But we'll see each other later and you're gonna have a lot of fun making new friends. Remember how excited you were in the car?" He felt her nod against his shoulder. "Well, you stay excited, darling. We're gonna see each other in a few hours. Okay?"

Jules lifted her head and nodded again. "Okay." She confirmed, a small frown still marring her babyish face.

Dean tsked at that. "Now—now, little blondie, where's your beautiful smile?" He asked before kissing her nose, causing the child to giggle and then kiss him on the nose in return.

Emma had ended her conversation with Jules' teacher and was now watching Dean and Jules with a content smile on her face. When she and Dean first started dating, she never would have dreamed they'd make it to this point—married and two kids who adored them, especially their dad. Oh, she had of course hoped for marriage and children in her future with Dean, but he had been so hesitant about even being in a relationship with her. He was so afraid that he was going to hurt her or 'destroy' her. She had no such fears. She's always seen things in Dean that he refused to see. However, here they were and yes, things were tough when Dean had to travel—and when she sometimes had to travel. But, they were happy. She doesn't think she's ever seen Dean be as happy as he was when he was around his kids.

Of course, when she said this to Roman once, he replied with: "Not true, doll. He's that damn happy with you, too."

That obviously reddened her cheeks and warmed her heart. Dean Ambrose could still turn her into a blushy little schoolgirl.

She approached her husband and daughter, pinching at Jules' little dimple gently. "Now, what's going on over here?"

"Lil' blondie was just telling me how much fun she's gonna have today on her first day of school." Dean replied, ruffling his daughters soft blonde curls.

"Is that right?" Emma responded, reaching out and fixing Jules' hair and giving Dean the stink eye. Their daughter didn't need to go about this day with messy hair!

Dean, of course, just smirked in amusement.

"Yeah, mommy, but I'm gonna miss you and daddy a lot." Jules told her mother dolefully.

Emma frowned a bit at that. "I know, love. We're going to miss you, too. But it will only be for a few hours." She reassured. "Once daddy and I have gone and you're playing with your new friends, you won't even remember how much you miss us. You'll be having too much fun!" Jules simply nodded, but she still didn't look too happy to be departing with her parents.

Dean finally set her back down on the ground. Emma gave her a few more kisses before the parents let their daughter go back to sitting with her classmates. It took a few more minutes to coax Dean out of the room. He was surprisingly reluctant to leave his daughter here. But Emma managed to take his hand and guide him out of the room and the school. As they headed towards their truck, Emma noticed how antsy Dean seemed.

"Are you alright, love?" She asked once they were in their car.

Dean made a face, hesitant to answer, but with a gentle nudge from Emma, he sighed and caved. "You sure she's gonna be alright?" He questioned, gripping to the steering wheel and staring intensely at the school.

Emma tilted her head as she observed her husband. When Logan had started school, Dean had been very calm and neutral during their son's very first day of school. It's not that Dean loved his son any less than he loved his daughter, but Dean had all the confidence in the world that Logan would be fine. He knew Jules would make friends easily and have a good time, but she was just so trusting.

"Dean," she said, knowing exactly where his thoughts were going, "she's in kindergarten. No one's going to take advantage of her good nature."

He grumbled unpleasantly. "Kids can be little shits, Emma."

The Aussie rolled her eyes. "Yes, I suppose sometimes they can be. But your daughter is not. And she's not stupid either. She'll know when someone's being a true friend and when someone isn't." Dean opened his mouth to protest, but Emma's hand shot out and covered his mouth. "She's your daughter. Trust me, she'll know."

Dean sighed and took her hand from his mouth, but held it in his own, rubbing his thumb over the smooth skin. Earlier today, he had thought he would have to be comforting Emma through this. She cried her eyes out on Logan's first day of school, and Dean certainly wasn't going to cry, but he was definitely freaking out more over Jules' first day than Emma was now. It just weirded him out that his little girl was… well, growing up. He felt like he had missed out on so much. With both of his children, but with Jules it was hitting him so much stronger.

Emma frowned at Dean's expression. He was deep in thought, and she figured it meant that he felt guilty for not being there more for his kids. He got like that often. She hated it when that happened. She of course had her moments, but that was before she decided to be a part timer to be there more with her children. "Dean, please stop." She told him sternly. "You are not a bad or absent father just because you travel for your job. Your children adore you, and I know that you would die for them. I know that you would do anything for them. Don't feel guilty because you can't see them as much. They understand that it's your job, and you know they see you as their hero when you go out there to 'beat up the bad guys'. They love you, no matter what. And I love you, no matter what."

A smile tugged unapologetically at his lips. He felt like the luckiest scumbag on the planet to have a wife like Emma. To him, she was perfect in every way and sometimes he still felt that she deserved a hell of a lot better than him for a husband, but he doubted she'd ever let him get away with saying that unscathed. "I love you, too, Blondie." He replied, kissing her hand. "And I know… I know I'm not a bad father. I just want more time with them, y'know? I wanna be there for everything. I missed both Logan and Jules' first steps; I missed their first words. I missed a lot of their firsts, and those aren't replaceable."

"No, those things aren't replaceable, but you're here right now. You've made sure that you've been there for your children when big changes occurred in their lives—like their first day of school. Dean, you're there when your children need you the most, and that's important. Not a lot of father's actually do that for their children." Emma assured him, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek but in the last second moved his face so their lips connected. She made a surprised sound, but didn't hesitate to kiss him back.

Dean attempted to deepen it, but Emma suddenly pulled away and that earned a frustrated sound from him. She shook her head and laughed. "As much as I love kissing you, darling, we shouldn't do this in the parking lot of our children's Elementary school."

"Hmm, you make a good point." Dean nodded before actually giving her a kiss on the cheek. "So, we should probably get outta here and get home. This is the first time we've had the house to ourselves since…"

"A very long time." Emma replied instantly. "Drive."

Dean grinned. "You got it, Blondie."

Oh man, it's taken me awhile to add another installment of this! I am so sorry for the wait. There's A LOT that's been happening in my life lately. Not gonna get into it.

But tell me what you think about Logan and Jules-the Demma babies! I can tell you right now, you will see more of them in future chapters. I had actually gotten quite a few prompt requests with them involved. And in case you wanna know, I created Logan and Jules on Tumblr. I've got headcanons and stuff on them on my Tumblr page! If you wanna know more about them, feel free to message me over there (got the link on my page here).

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