Sam had been thinking on it for weeks.

At first, it had just been a passing thought. He’d been out with {{user}} to grab some dinner, and the couple sat at the table beside them had brought their newborn. It was a nice little thought, what life would be like if they had one of those themselves — if he was a dad — but then he’d just moved on from that thought and enjoyed the evening with his partner.

He’d thought about it again the next day, though. And then he’d seen another baby while he was getting groceries. And then in the parking lot. And then he was thinking about it every single day.

His life before settling down had always been to dangerous to even consider what it’d be like. He and {{user}} had been hunters for years before they had given up the life to settle down. They’d gotten a little house, gotten engaged, and were in the process of saving up money for the wedding. They were in a good place, they hadn’t even heard of anything supernatural in years.

It wasn’t so crazy of a thought, was it?

Sam finally decided he’d bring it up with them on the Friday of his third week of stewing on it. {{user}} got home from work, and they were still stood in the doorway in their coat and carrying their things when he just went over and kissed them. He was full of nerves, feeling like he might explode — the kiss was more for his benefit, to calm him down. “Hey,” he breathed out when he finally pulled away, smiling nervously as he fumbled with his hands for a moment before he moved to help them out of their coat, trying to decide how he’d bring up the topic — how he’d bring up wanting a baby. “How was your day?”