A/N: I don't know where this idea came from, but I could always see Carter thinking of Dean, Jaimie and Ty as his "kids" and feeling like a father... this is the idea that came from that. I hope I kept it in character.

"You got any kids?" the blonde asked and Carter laughed not even hesitating to answer the question.

"I do. Ty, he's my eldest, my most responsible child, though he does tend to be stubborn and always want things to go his way and happy to argue his point all day long. Often fights with my youngest son. Jaimie is my middle child. She to is very stubborn and independent but she gets along with everyone. Dean, my youngest, well," Carter laughed again, "where to begin? He's stubborn, very independent, and happy to make up his own rules along the way."

"Sounds like a handful," Amy commented, smiling across the table at Carter, sipping her wine. Carter sipped his beer rolling his eyes.

"Honestly. You have no idea. I feel as though most of my day is spent running around after them, tracking them down or getting them out of trouble." He sighed, and then turned to the women in front of him. "And what about you? Any kids?"

"No," she shook her head sadly, "I haven't been blessed with any yet, though I would certainly love to have some one day."

"I'm sure you'll find the right person, settle down," Carter sipped his beer, seeing the sparkle in her eye.

"Oh, I'm sure I will."

"Hey," a voice interrupted from behind them, and they both turned to see Dean, standing their, beer in his hand. "Am I interrupting anything?"

"No," Carter shook his head, "we were just discussing my kids."

"Oh yeah?" Dean raised an eyebrow sitting down next to Carter at the booth.

"Yeah, just explaining to Amy about my three kids Ty, Jaimie and Dean," Carter tried hard not to laugh at the expression on his face.

Amy saw this and raised an eyebrow, silently asking for an explanation. Carter explained. "This here is Dean."

"Oh, he's a lot older than what I imagined from what you were saying of him."

"Hey, what were you saying about me?" Dean asked Carter, turning from him to Amy. "What did he say about me? Anything bad?"

"No, not at all," she shook her head gently, "just that you're stubborn, independent and make up your own rules as you go along."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Nice Carter."

"Accurate though."

Dean shrugged his shoulders, agreeing with the assessment, before tuning to Amy. "Did you tell her about Jaimie? And how independent she is, how stubborn she can be. Or about Ty and how argumentative he can be when things don't go his way."

"We're a dysfunctional family," Carter admitted to Amy, "but we work. We all know Jaimie can take care of herself, but just in case she's got the two brothers looking out for them. The two boys fight. A lot, but when the time comes, they work perfectly in sync with one another and always get the job done."

"Sounds a little like my family," Amy admitted, sipping her wine once more, "but we're really not that close. I don't see my family that often."

"And why's that?" Carter inquired.

"Oh, I don't know," she admitted, "I guess with work and that I just don't get the time to see them. You're blessed to see your family everyday."

"That I am," Carter admitted. And it was true, despite how much they annoyed him, gave him headaches, he wouldn't trade them for the world. None of them. They were his family, and despite how dysfunctional they were, they made a good team.