Larissa stretched out, fingers pinning for the bag of chips that lay just out of reach too her. In any normal given circumstance she would have gotten off the couch and grabbed them herself. But now she was the size of a small SUV, bun in the oven and all that jazz you know. Every time she tried to gain a little momentum and push herself off the couch she always found herself flailing like a fish out of water before falling right back down. Dammit, she missed being able to have balance, she missed seeing her toes, hell she missed not having to pee like a racehorse every ten minutes. But dammit all to hell she was a friggen fertile myrtle, and Sam with his stupid super sperm had been no help. Granted they threw caution to the wind, as well as any common sense about safe sex during the aftermath of a hunt one really hot night in Toledo. She stared intently at the chip bag willing it to float up off the table and to join her on the couch. She closed her eyes and stretched out a hand as if she was going all star wars on it and using the force, stopping only to pop one eye open to see the bag had not moved. Letting out a sigh of frustration and rubbing circles over her swollen belly, she looked around frantically for anything that might be of assistance when she finally spotted it, the grabby claw. Dean had bought it for her early on when they had found out she was pregnant as a gag gift.
On more than one occasion, when her hormones were raging like a bull in china shop and Dean was pissing her off she had threatened to latch onto his balls with the grabby claw and squeeze them into oblivion. But right now it was needed for a more pressing matter. With claw in hand and arm stretched out to the max she reached out across the vast expanse of carpet to reach her goal. She didn't hear the door open, or see Dean and Sam coming in. They watched with utter amusement at the sight that was playing out in front of them. The first few times had proven to be futile, but the small future Winchester demanded high amounts of processed food, saturated in salt and high fructose corn syrup, yup he was definitely turning into his uncle, a mini Dean perish the thought she thought to herself with a chuckle. Finally the claw grasped the bag and she smiled the smile of the victorious as she brought chip bag to her chest and giving it a kiss of satisfaction before raising the chip bag up in one hand and the grabby claw in the other humming the rocky theme song in triumph. Then in a split second Dean was behind her fighting with her trying to grab the bag out of her hand, finally prying it from her fingers.
"Oh come on Dean!" pouting her lips in defeat and craning her head as far as she could to get a good look at the oldest Winchester as he peeled open the bag and shoved a handful of chips into his mouth, with a smile.
"Sorry Rissa, Sammy's orders!" Sam shot Dean a look that said way to throw me under the bus Dean. Sam came to sit in front of her on the coffee table handing her a stick of celery. Hands by her side resting on the couch, eyes narrowing shooting daggers at Sam, she loved him God knows she did, but ever since they found out she was pregnant her independence had pretty much become non-existent.
"Sam, baby you do know that I'm eating for two right?" she nodded her head, looking at him hopeful that he might have a little sympathy for her. "And our baby is craving chips, tacos, licorice…" she paused still looking at him.
"Rissa, you already look like you swallowed the whole taco truck." Dean joke as he tipped the bag up to get the remaining crumbs at the bottom.
"You're one to talk Dean, you've got thunder thighs!" Larissa snapped, as Dean scowled and dropped the chip bag into the trash and running his hands down his thighs and muttering to himself under his breath. Larissa's gaze returned to Sam's as she folded her hands at the top of her large belly.
Sam was a complete nervous wreck, a first time dad for sure, the first thing he did was condemn her to stay at Bobby's while he and Dean went out on hunts. But not before baby proofing everything setting up about a dozen devil's traps all around the house and even going as far as trying to draw a anti possession sign on her belly, until Bobby got tired and threatened to shoot him if he didn't stop with the graffiti. But nothing quite compared to the fight that had ensued when Sam had tried to baby proof the impala, Dean bout near blew a gasket, and Larissa couldn't help but sit back and watch. But that was in the early stages, now just weeks away from her due date they were trying to starve her, apparently the boys didn't understand the meaning of cravings. But Sam being the health nut he was did everything in his power to make sure nothing that had over twelve grams of fat passed her lips, which was just about everything. And Dean wasn't helping as of late, eating everything from chips, to bacon cheeseburgers, to pie right in front of her. Normally she could count on Dean to sneak her a couple bites of something swimming in grease when Sam wasn't looking, but when Sam found her hidden stash of beef jerky and Swedish fish in a box under their bed that all stopped. She gave him her biggest most believable puppy dog eyes and tried to tell him that the beef jerky was full protein and the Swedish fish were fat free but he wouldn't hear of it.
Sam sat there still waving the celery stick in front of her and brought her back to reality, as she looked at him incredulously.
"Do you want me to tell you where to shove this?!" she snapped, as he gave a small smirk and waved it at her before she finally gave in with a sigh and snatched it out of his hand, Dean laughed in the back ground.
Sam rested a hand on her knee, before running it up her thigh to her large belly he knew that he was probably driving her to the nut house, but no one had prepared him for this either. His fingers soothed the kicks that he felt underneath his hands and he leaned in placing a small kiss on her belly and then on her lips flashing her that gorgeous smile of his that had her going weak in the knees.
She pushed him away from her she couldn't stay mad at him, "Okay, help me up, my ass had gone numb and your son is dancing on my bladder." Sam laughed as he took her hands and helped to pull her off the couch. When she was in a standing position she leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Sam's lips before waddling off to the bathroom. Sam joined Dean over at the table and sat down running his hands through his hair.
"What's the matter Sammy?" Dean asked pulling a couple beers from the fridge and handing one to Sam. He could tell that something was bothering his little brother, hell he'd been going stir crazy during the last couple of weeks, he was getting really antsy.
"What if…nah never mind forget it?" Sam began still starring at the unopened bottle in his hands, peering around the corner to see that the bathroom door was still shut.
"Okay" Dean answered taking a swig off his own beer, he wasn't gonna push Sam for an answer but he knew his little brother would cave in three, two…
"What if I'm not a good dad Dean? There's not exactly a manual that tells you how to be a parent. Or what if...I'm too much like dad?" That last question had Dean pausing in mid-drink at Sam's puppy dog look intensified. "
You won't be anything like dad Sammy, I won't let it happen." Dean said downing the rest of his beer. Sam looked up at his older and knew Dean was telling him the truth, he wasn't going to be anything like John Winchester of that he was damn sure.
A/N: I do not own Supernatural, Sam or Dean but I do own Larissa and the eventual future Winchester. Please R&R below!
