Title: Nine Months: The Second Child – Eight Months

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Eight months is lying at home in bed because of the stinkin' doctor's orders.

It's waiting until Dean leaves for work one morning.

It's hearing River asking Dean the endless questions as they both walk out the door – Dean to work, River to his Nana's. Why Mommy sleep? When baby here? Where Freddy? Me have doggie?

Eight months is getting out of bed, if to just stretch her back and try to rid it of the back pain that she'd been having for the past day.

It's deciding the house is a mess and she needs to clean it. Because who else will?

It's sneaking into the kitchen and starting on the fridge – weeding out the old leftovers.

It's finishing the kitchen and starting with the bathroom and then the living room.

Eight months is a sharp pain in her side.

It's gasping and falling to the ground. And suddenly, she feels so… weak.

Eight months is feeling lucky as Dean walks in the house on his lunch break because he wanted to spend time alone with his wife.

It's hearing him call to her. Kenz, I'm home! Brought lunch.

Eight months is weakly crying out. In here. And then the tears from the pain come out.

It's Dean rushing into the living room and his heart breaking slightly at the sight before him: his wife, crumpled up on the ground. Kenzie, what's wrong?

It's the eye roll even though the pain is horrible. I'm trying to sleep, Dean. What do you think is wrong?

The eighth month is 911 and hospitals again.

It's doctors and nurses and bleeding and x-rays. Yet no one seems to know what's wrong with his wife.

It's finally demanding to know what's wrong as he shoves the doctor against the wall. What the hell is happening?!

The eighth month is a horrible answer. Mrs. Winchester, you were expecting triplets.

It's hating the sound of that answer. What do you mean 'were'? I miscarried?

The eighth month is another horrible answer. One child has died. It'll be a stillborn. You're still expecting twins though. They're perfectly healthy.

It's crying on Dean's shoulder while still sitting in the hospital bed, because hell, it's a child that just died. Because she had to clean the freaking house.

The eighth month is his whispers in her ear as she sobs. Don't you dare think this is your fault. You know it isn't, Kenzie. It's something that just happened. You couldn't help it; I couldn't help it.

It's calming down later, because though they've lost one, they still have River and the twins to worry about.

It's deciding not to tell River. He wouldn't know that there was supposed to be a third anyway.

The eighth month is finding Dean in the bathroom of the hospital room, silent tears streaming down his cheeks.

It's realizing that this affected him too, so she collapses in his chest. Dean, it's okay. You don't have to be strong for me. Baby, just please, please, don't blame yourself.

It's his reply: she's gone. My baby's gone, Mackenzie. I can't get over that.

And it's hers: Dean, we have three other children to look after. Don't forget this one; just remember her. And move on for the others.

The eighth month is a lot of decisions about the dead baby in her womb and the two live ones.

The eighth month is deciding that after this pregnancy, there will be no more children.