Meeting Sammy:

Grace hadn't seen either of her parents in over three days, since she was woken up from bed at the late hours of 10 o clock a few day ago. Mommy wasn't feeling too well, and she needed to be taken to the doctor's. A family friend came to their house for a sleepover.

"You're not staying?" Grace asked wrapping her hand around her daddy's finger. John smiled down at her.

"No, princess, me and mommy have to go," He said tenderly "but when we come we'll have the baby with us."

Grace scowled. She didn't like the idea of her parents bringing a new baby home. It all started when Mommy's tummy started growing. The bigger it grew, the more they talked about it. Grace didn't even understand how a baby even got into her Mommy's tummy, but she was assured to be told when she was older. Grace didn't like it when the talked about the baby, because it seemed to draw less attention away from herself. Soon mommy and daddy were buying clothes and toys she couldn't even play with, which didn't make any sense because there was no one else to play with them.

Grace came up with ideas to get rid of the baby, like giving it to the mailman to ship it to China. She even tried to get her older brother to join in of the scheme. But Dean didn't want to have anything to do with it, he was excited to have a new baby in the house. He hoped for a little brother, so he could teach him to throw a ball. Dean's enthusiasm towards the subject only made Grace feel more rejected.

She was sitting at the kitchen table, her feet dangling off the chair as she coloured a picture of a dog, hoping to convince her parents to get one when they got home. As she was just about to finish it off, she heard the front door open.

"Daddy!" Dean exclaimed, running to give them a hug. John scooped him up in his arms, a wide grin spreading on his face.

"Hey buddy!" He greeted, pulling his son closer to embrace him. Grace jumped off the high chair, landing safely on her two feet, and crept up to the front door, keeping herself hidden.

"Welcome home, John." Kate, the lady who was staying with them, said with a smile.

"Where's mommy?" Dean asked.

"Right here," Mary walked to the door, a bundle of blankets in her arms. "And I have someone for you to meet. Dean, this is your brother, Sam."

"My brother!" Dean asked, a big smile growing on his face. "Let me see!"

John carry him over to the infant, letting him have a good look at him.

"Oh Mary, he's beautiful." Kate cooed, laying her hand on her heart.

"He's so small." Dean commented. "How's he gonna throw a ball?"

The adults laughed then continued to fuss over the baby. Grace felt her worst fears were coming true. She ran back into the kitchen, not wanting anything to do with the new addition to the family.

"Where's Grace?" Mary asked, looking around to try and spot her little girl. Kate replied that she was in the kitchen, before saying her goodbyes. Mary carefully handed Sam over to her husband, asking to put him in the cot, before making her way into the kitchen. She found her daughter pouting in the corner.

"Grace, is everything okay?" Mary asked softly, making her way to her daughter. "Don't you want to come and see your little brother?"

"No." Grace huffed.

"Why not?"

"Cause I don't like him." The little girl replied.

"Oh?" Mary asked, kneeling down to sit with Grace. "And why's that?"

Grace replied almost instinctively.

"Because you love him more." Grace pouted, crossing her chubby little arms. Mary laughed lightly, wrapping her arms around Grace and pulling her against her chest.

"You're being silly." She said, stroking her daughter's hair lightly. "If I loved him more them you would I be here talking to you?"

Grace thought about it for a moment, then shook her head.

"Darling, just because there's a new baby in the house it doesn't mean we won't have time for you. I love you. All three of you. Understand?"

Grace processed her mother's words, analysing each one carefully. Then she looked up at her mother, a little smile on her face, and gave a nod.

"Yes, I think so."

Mary smiled and ruffled up her daughters hair. Sh e gave her daughter a kiss on the head before standing up from the floor, holding a hand out to her little angel.

"Do you want to come see your little brother now?" Mary encouraged. Grace hesitated slightly, but then nodded and took her mother's hand. They walked up the stairs together and into the room that was prepared for the baby. John and Dean were looking into the cot, admiring their newest family member.

"Make way boys." Mary said, guiding Grace to the cot. "The big sister wants to have a look."

Grace tried to look into the crib, but was too small to see over it. John picked her up, letting her have a better look. And then she saw her little brother for the first time. Dean was right, he was so small, Grace couldn't remember herself being so small. He also had a sweet squishy face. His eyes looked in Grace's direction, he let out a small squeak. Grace smiled, a warm feeling spreading through her body. She fell for him, and there was no going back.

"I love you, Sammy."


And here's a short fluffy one for you guys to enjoy! There'll be more like these to come to stay toon. If you want to see a certain scene just send my a msg and I'll write it out lickidy-split!

Love always,

Tammy.