Sam Winchester Imagines

Say Yes-Part Three

A/N: This part was requested by Lucifers_own :) Enjoy!

"Sam..." you say, walking into the living room.

"What's up, baby?" He asks, getting slightly nervous from your tone.

"I... I'm late..." you say quietly.

"You have... Somewhere to go...?" he asks cautiously.

You mentally facepalm. "No, Sam. I'm late," you say, stressing the word 'late.'

"I don't understand, babe. Be more specific," he rubs his face.

"My period is late, you doof," you say.

He starts to get up, full of energy. "As in baby moose two?" he says.

"As in baby two," you agree, smiling.

He gets up and gives you a tight hug. "How late?" he asks when he finally pulls back.

"A few weeks."

He kisses your stomach gently. "I can't believe we're going to have a second child."

"Me either. How should we tell Mary?" (Mary is the kid by the way)

"We should get her, Dean, and Cas and tell them at the same time," he says and you agree, nodding your head.

You glance at the clock. "She should be home soon. I'm going to go wait outside for her.

"Okay," He nods, still smiling as he sat back down on the couch.

You walked out you for and waited only about five minutes before your daughter ran up to you and hugged you after jumping off the school bus. The driver gave you a kind wave and you returned it, smiling.

"So how was school today?" your ask, turning around and going back to the house, holding Mary's hand.

"Well, this kid named Joshua told me that even though I had cooties, I was cute."

"Did he now? Is he nice?" You ask.

She shrugs, "I guess. Sometimes he let's me borrow his scissors for crafts."

"That's very nice of him," you smile, opening the door for her.

"I guess," She smiles.

"Mary!" Sam smiles, getting up from off the couch once again, and picking the child up off of the ground in a warm bear hug. You smile at just the sight of your two favorite people.

"Someone has a crush on Mary," Your smile, winking at Sam.

He looks at the child, "Oh yeah? Should I go beat him up?" Sam teases.

"No, daddy, he's nice," she says,giving Sam an adorable smile.

"You're too young for a boyfriend," Sam says.

"I am not. I am older than you and mommy," she says, putting her hand on her hip sassily.

Sam mimics her position. "Oh, are you? And how old is that?"

She stood and thinks for a moment. "I'm like, a trillion years old."

"Well, I'm a trillion and one," Sam argues.

"Are not!" Mary says.

"Am too!" Sam counters. Genius come-back, if I do say so myself.

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Sam," you warn jokingly. "You know very well that you are younger than Mary. Me, on the other hand, am definitely older than Mary."