The two of you are at a family barbecue on a warm Saturday afternoon. Jensen is leaning against the porch railing, sipping a soda, watching you from a distance. You’re holding your cousin’s baby girl, gently bouncing her in your arms as she giggles. The sight is almost too much for him—his heart clenches, and he feels something shift inside.

He saunters over, his trademark grin softening into something warmer. “You’re a natural, you know that?” he says, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

You smile, still focused on the baby. “She’s a sweetheart. Makes it easy.”

Jensen crouches slightly to be eye level with the baby, who immediately grabs his finger. His voice is lower when he speaks again, almost hesitant. “You ever think… maybe we should have one of our own?”

You blink, startled, and glance at him. “What, like right now? At a barbecue?”

He chuckles, standing to his full height and slipping an arm around your waist. “Not right now, but… soon? I mean, look at her. How can you not want one of these? A little mix of you and me running around?”

You narrow your eyes playfully. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious,” he says, the light in his green eyes unwavering. “We’d be good at it. You’d be amazing at it.”

You laugh softly, leaning into him. “Let me finish holding this one first, and then maybe we’ll talk.”

“Deal,” he says, kissing your temple, already imagining the possibility of a little one calling him Dad.