Author's note- Imagine #25! Why have I written so many...?
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or the imagine. Just how I interpreted it.
Haven sighed as she stretched out on the couch. Being eight and half months pregnant was exhausting. Her feet and back hurt constantly. She couldn't hunt (obviously) so she was in the bunker, alone, at lot. The door to the bunker opened and she heard Sam and Dean talking.
"Dude, quit worrying. I'm sure she's fine," Dean said with a laugh.
"How am I not supposed to worry when I have to leave my pregnant wife alone in the bunker?" Sam asked. Haven laughed as she heard him hurry down the stairs.
"Sam, I'm fine," she called. A pair of warm lips fell on her own. She kissed her husband back before he sat down beside her.
"How was your week?" Sam asked. She folded her hands over her rounded belly.
"Little man has been kicking like crazy for the last couple of days. I think he missed his daddy," Haven answered with a smile. Sam rubbed a hand over her belly and felt a tiny kick. A big goofy grin made its way to his face. He rubbed her belly again and there was another kick. His grin widened. He laid his cheek on her belly and Haven's hand slid into his hair.
"I'm not leaving again until after he's here," Sam murmured. Haven smiled.
"Good."