You'd become his entire world the moment you agreed to help him and Dean. Jess had passed. Their father had passed. And who was there when he needed them? You. His best friend. His anchor. His everything. And he was sure that's why he'd fallen in love so fast. He was sure that's why he'd decided to propose.

And when you said yes, he'd never been happier. So, now, here he was. Married to his best friend. You were his wife.

And when he found out you were pregnant? He wasn't sure if he should freak out or be excited... but... he did have a bit of a panic. After you'd shown him the test, he'd walked out of your motel room without another word, leaving you with your devices for an hour or so before he returned.

He walked back through the door with a paper shopping bag and a guilty expression on his face before he set the bag down and rummaged through it. He then pulled out a little baby onesie... holding it up as an apology for freaking out, his eyes soft and pleading for your forgivness...

"Look... I know I shouldn't have walked out, {{user}}... you're my wife... and I screwed up. But I'm ready. Ready to be the man you need." He whispered.