Sam leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching you play peekaboo with his baby niece. There was a softness in his eyes you hadn’t seen in a long time, the kind that made your chest ache. When she giggled and reached for you, Sam’s smile widened—warm, tender, and almost longing. Later, back at the bunker, he couldn’t help it.

“You ever think about… us?” he asked quietly, sitting beside you on the bed. His hand found yours, thumb tracing idle circles. “Like… a baby? I was thinking maybe two or three...? Please?" He looked at you with his big brown eyes.