As soon as Becky woke up, she climbed out of bed and headed to the large mirror on the other side of her bedroom. Standing sideways on, she examined her bump. She had definitely put on weight overnight, which was hardly surprising considering who the father was. Her baby was going to be tall - very tall - just like Sam. The little girl growing inside her was classed in the top 75th percentile for height already, and she never seemed to stop growing. Perhaps she would grow up to be a model. She would certainly be tall enough. Becky wondered, not for the first time, what other features she would get from her father. Perhaps she would have long brown hair? Hazel eyes that changed colour in the light? Perhaps his defined jaw line? Or those cute little dimples he got whenever he smiled?
She shook her head as she came out of her little reverie and made her way past the large double bed that was only ever occupied by her. Her perfect, Winchester-sized, baby was enormously heavy and carrying it around for eight months was making her back ache and her poor feet swell - they had ballooned to twice their normal size! However, this didn't bother her. It was all normal and beautiful and she would do absolutely anything for Sam, whether he knew of it or not.
Becky kept one hand cradling her huge belly. The baby - Samantha Diana she would be called - promptly woke up and started kicking Becky in the ribs, hard. Strong like Sam, too, Becky thought. She looked up at her favourite Carver Edlund 'Supernatural' poster. The man in the picture was only a close approximation of Sam, but reminded her of him nonetheless. She stroked the picture of Sam's sculpted jaw line for several seconds before turning to the sonogram on the wall next to it. That picture also brought happy memories of the love of her life back. It was hard to see a resemblance in the small, blurry picture but it was there, she knew it. She smiled and touched her stomach once again, hardly able to wait to meet the little child that would be the perfect combination of her and Sam; before waddling slowly to the kitchen for a bowl of yoghurt, the first of four daily servings of calcium, with some fruit, for nutrients and vitamin C. The baby books she had been looking at, when not reading Supernatural books out loud to her bump, had pretty specific instructions on what to eat and Becky followed them all, religiously.
It had been one of the best decisions she had ever made. Twenty-seven minutes and forty-six seconds spent in bed with Sam, hot and delicious, just like she'd imagined it...better than she had imagined it, and she certainly had imagined it. Nine months of pregnancy. And then Sam's baby forever. She had secured the happiest possible future she could imagine (and again, she had imagined). Nothing could go wrong and it would be wonderful.
