In front of the mirror in the bathroom, you slip your shirt up.

They're showing.

A hand subconsciously travels to the bottom of your peaking belly. Roughly three and a half months ago, this was nothing but a positive test, and now...they're really there.

It was harder thinking of the idea of telling Dean you were pregnant, than actually telling him. There was so much anxiety about the timing, and circumstance of the world as far as monsters... but thankfully, he was happy. He was so much happier than you'd ever thought he would be, more excited than you. Granted- he wasn't the one pushing the baby out, so that tracked.

You both had worked out what your future would look like, for this baby. You didn't want to raise a hunter- hell, you wanted your baby as far away from that as possible. And Dean happily obliged and agreed with that sentiment. He intends to give his child every thing he never did have as a kid. It was sweet really, he has been involved in damn near everything since the start. Refusing to let you go to doctors appointments alone, offering to get you whatever you craved, started brainstorming baby names with you...you were so grateful that he was an ecstatic as you.

You smile at the thought of everything that's happened. Although- a small burst of your bubble- you couldn't help but feel slightly insecure...it hardly looked like you were pregnant, even though you knew that's why there was a bump. It was awkward, the bump jutting out of your shirt. You look at it carefully, somewhat distracted, before a warm voice fills the silence.

"You're showing..." Dean says in a daze, from the door frame. It was almost out of character how emotional he looked.

You look to him, a small grin, and you look back to the mirror. "I am..."

He snakes his way behind you, putting a hand where yours in on your stomach, looking at you in the mirror. "You...wow, you look so beautiful..."