Warnings: None

Word Count: 2254

Author's Note: This is a part two (obviously) to a fic that I wrote last year! Make sure to read part one before reading this one, as it will make more sense. Other than that, I hope all of you enjoy this one! :)

"Not so fast," Josh said, scooping your daughter into his arms and throwing her over his shoulder.

Your daughter squealed in delight as Josh paraded her around the playground. She frowned after Josh set her back down, but she was quick to join the other kids in playing lava monster on the play structure. Josh joined you on your blanket in the grass, breathing a little harder than when he had left.

"I swear she grows more and more every day," he said as he reached for your water bottle.

"I know, soon enough she's not going to be my little girl anymore."

Josh wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into his side, rubbing your arm as he did so, "She'll always be your little girl, no matter how old she gets."

You nodded and patted his leg to show you heard him. Your daughter was now on the top of the play structure, waving excitedly to you.

It had been a couple weeks since Josh had returned home from tour, and you had quickly grown accustomed to carefree days with him and your daughter. You knew that it wouldn't last forever and soon he would be back on the road, but you were trying to make the most of what time you had.

"Look out!" Josh called to your daughter as the kid deemed the "lava monster" started to climb towards her.

You laughed as your daughter squealed and quickly dodged the kid. She gave a thumbs up to Josh before grabbing another little girl's hand and running across the wooden bridge that connected the structures.

"We should probably head back to the house soon. I need to start making dinner," you said.

"What if we pick up something on the way home? That way we can just sit here and relax a little longer."

You nodded and leaned into Josh's shoulder, "I like that plan."

He gave your arm a light squeeze and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You had to admit, you had been hesitant to let Josh into your life when you first met him. After everything that had gone down with your last boyfriend--your daughter's biological father--you had been cautious about diving into another relationship.

It had only taken seeing Josh around your daughter once before all of your hesitation was gone. He had been so good with her that it was hard not to fall for him on the spot. Your feelings had only grown since then and when he had told you he loved you on the morning he returned home from tour, it had been one of the happiest moments of your life.

"You know, I was thinking about when I leave for tour again-"

"Stop," you interrupted him. "I don't want to think about that right now."

"No, hear me out."

You turned to look at him and tried to ignore the knot in your stomach. Josh being away on tour for weeks at a time was easily one of the hardest parts of your relationship, especially since you had to stay home so that Y/D/N could go to school. Sometimes you wished that you could just drop everything and the three of you could spend life on the road.

"I'm listening."

"Y/D/N still has a few weeks before she has to go back to school, so what if you two came on the road for a week or two? I know you've been wanting to come along for awhile and I'm sure she'd like to see what a big concert is like."

You smiled, "That would be amazing. Y/D/N would love that."

"She'll be spoiled rotten with Jenna and Tyler around too."

"No kidding," you shook your head. "She'll love every second of it though."

"So, do you want to do it?"

"Of course. Was that even a question?"

Josh smiled and you pulled him into a kiss.

"Gross!"

You sighed and turned towards the direction of the noise. Your daughter was standing at the top of the play structure once again, staring you and Josh down.

"Aren't you playing a game?" you laughed.

"Yes, but I was just checking on you and Josh!"

Josh laughed, "Sorry, kiddo!"

She threw her hands up in exasperation and turned around. You and Josh both started to crack up as soon as she wasn't looking.

"I see she has your mannerisms," Josh remarked.

"Hey!"

"I'm kidding," he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "I love you."

You rested your head on his shoulder, "I love you too."

Your daughter came running over and plopped herself down on the blanket right at your feet. She motioned for your water bottle, which you happily handed over. You and Josh both watched her as she gulped down nearly half the bottle.

"Thirsty?" you laughed.

She nodded before twisting the cap back on and sighing happily.

"Are we going home soon?" she asked.

"Do you want to get going soon?"

She nodded and moved a little closer to you so that she could lean against your legs. You ran a hand along her hair.

"Alright, let's get packed up."

Y/D/N pulled on her little backpack while you and Josh worked on packing up the blanket and other various items that you had brought. Once you had everything together, you started to walk towards the car.

"Josh," your daughter said, patting his leg lightly.

"Yes, kiddo?"

She answered by holding her arms out to him. In one swift motion, Josh scooped her into his arms so that she could rest her head on his shoulder. You couldn't help but smile at how cute the two of them looked. Josh noticed you smiling and walked a bit closer to you so that he could hold your hand.

"Jimmy!" your daughter called as soon as you had opened the door.

She ran forward and wrapped her arms around the dog's neck. You could still remember the exact look on her face when Josh had brought Jim over to your house for the first time. She had spent the entire night following him around and petting him whenever he would let her.

Jim craned his neck so that he could lick your daughter's face. She giggled in delight and gave him a couple pats on the head.

"Come on, Y/D/N. We need to eat."

You daughter stuck out her bottom lip, but followed you into the kitchen nonetheless. Josh scooped her up and set her on the counter so that she could watch as you arranged all of the food that you had picked up on the way home.

"Can I have some milk?" she asked.

"Sure thing, love," you said, starting to turn towards the fridge.

"I've got it." Josh rested a hand on your arm and you lightly tapped it to show you had heard.

"Thank you."

"Where is my food?" your daughter asked, leaning over to look at all the containers.

"Right here," you said, pointing to one of them.

She grabbed it and dragged it across the counter towards her. You kept an eye on her while you looked through everything else, just to make sure she didn't try to go hopping off the counter by herself.

"Are we eating at the table?" she asked.

"Yes, but wait just a moment and Josh will help you down, ok?"

She nodded and idly kicked her legs while she waited for Josh to finish getting her some milk. You grabbed a couple plates and began to carry the food into the dining room.

Your daughter took off at a run for the dining room as soon as Josh set her on the floor. You laughed as she went whizzing by you, carrying her food in one hand. She quickly climbed up into a chair and opened her food.

"My milk!" she exclaimed as she dramatically grabbed her head.

"I've got it, kiddo!" Josh called from the kitchen.

"Thanks, Josh!" she answered.

You took a seat next to your daughter, who was patiently waiting for everyone else to arrive at the table. It helped that Jim was sitting right next to her, hoping for a piece of what she had decided to get.

"You can start eating, if you want," you said as you handed her some silverware.

"I want to wait for Josh to sit down too."

This made Josh smile as he walked into the room and set her milk down next to her food. He set his own food down and took a seat next to you at the table.

"Ok, everybody. You can eat now," your daughter announced.

"Thank you, Y/D/N," you laughed.

She nodded and took a long drink of milk. Jim was still watching her carefully, occasionally sniffing at the ground when he thought he saw something fall.

"Are you going to ask her about what we talked about?" Josh asked you quietly.

Your eyes widened in recognition and you quickly swallowed your food, "Right. Hey, Y/D/N?"

Your daughter turned to you, "Yes?"

"Josh and I were talking earlier today. As you know, he has to leave for tour again in a few weeks."

Her face immediately fell, "Already?"

You hated to see her so upset about Josh leaving, but you knew your question would immediately replace her sadness with excitement.

"Yes, but he was wondering if you would want to go on tour with him for a week? We would get to see him perform live and ride on the bus and everything."

Her eyes went wide, "Will Aunt Jenna and Uncle Tyler be there too?"

Josh was the one to answer, "Yes, they both will be there."

"And Jimmy?"

"And Jim," you laughed.

"Wait," she said, eyebrows furrowing. "What about school?"

"It would be before you start school, so you won't miss anything important."

She stood up in her chair, temporarily forgetting that she was still at the dinner table, "I want to go! Can we leave right now?"

"Hey, sit down, crazy," you smiled. She immediately plopped back down in her chair. "We can't leave yet, but we can start preparing stuff."

"I have to pack," she said, throwing a hand against her forehead. "And tell all my friends!"

You reached out and rubbed her shoulder, "We have plenty of time, love."

She nodded, "Ok."

You and Josh shared a look. Her reaction had been even better than either of you could have imagined.

"Do I have to bring a pillow on tour?" you daughter asked.

She was staring down at the piece of paper that she had deemed her packing list. It was currently covered in a variety of items ranging from a hat to the little plant that she kept on her dresser. There were definitely some edits that would have to be made by the time that it actually came time to pack.

"Nope, they give you those," Josh answered.

The two of you were sitting on the couch. He had one arm wrapped around you and Jim was leaned on your legs. Your night had been spent alternating between helping your daughter come up with her packing list and watching bits of the TV show that the three of you always watched together.

"Ok, no pillow," she muttered to herself.

Josh turned to you with a smile on his face. You gave him a quick kiss while your daughter was distracted since she would no doubt start to lecture you if she saw.

"I'm too tired to keep going," she whined as she set her paper down on the coffee table. "Can we watch more TV?"

"Sure," you said.

She walked over and made herself comfortable in Josh's lap. He wrapped his free arm around her to keep her from falling off of his lap. She leaned her head against his chest and you started up the TV show again.

"Your heartbeat is loud, Dad," she said.

You and Josh both turned to look at one another, as if to confirm that you had both just heard her correctly. Josh's eyebrows were furrowed, but there was the slightest hint of a smile on his face.

"What was that, Y/D/N?" you asked.

"I told Dad that his heartbeat is loud. It's like right in my ear!"

Josh was now absolutely beaming. You had known that he had considered Y/D/N like his own daughter for awhile now, but she had always stuck to calling him Josh. Until now, that is.

"Dad?" Josh asked.

Your daughter made a face at the two of you. "Are you guys deaf? How many times do I have to say Dad before you understand what I'm saying?" she groaned, as if it were the most casual thing at the world.

"Sorry, kiddo. Too many concerts must have ruined my hearing," he laughed.

"Yeah, same here."

She sighed dramatically and went back to laying on Josh's chest. You and Josh shared another look. He was still smiling widely, and for a moment you swore that he was tearing up a little bit.

Your daughter ruined the moment by chiming in with a, "Pay attention! You guys are going to miss something important, otherwise."

"Sorry, love," you laughed.

You smiled and leaned against Josh's shoulder. Everything about today had been so perfect that it was hard to believe it was your life, especially after everything that had happened.

You wouldn't trade it for the world.