Jack
The make-shift medical room feel silent, all eyes on Rose as she held the little 6lb 1oz baby.
"Well?" Peter asked, worry evident in his voice.
Delilah bit her lip. "How's my baby, doc?" She said, exhausted and worried.
Rose smiled. "You have nothing to worry about; babies don't always cry when they're first born," She held up some surgical scissors, keeping her other hand on the babies belly. "Who wants to cut the cord?" She asked softly.
Delilah looked between Bobby and Peter, unsure of who to pick. Peter was her loving uncle, the guy who took her in, looked after her and held her when the memories of her mums death became to mum but then there was Bobby. The stranger who saved her on that fateful night, she wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him...
As if he could read her thoughts, Peter smiled and squeezed her hand. "Lila Belle, we both know it should be Bobby."
"Good man," Dean nodded, gaining more respect for Peter.
Bobby's eyes shot up to meet his and he looked between Peter and Delilah. "I, uh.."
"He's right, Bobby," Delilah confirmed. "If it wasn't for you..."
Bobby swallowed quickly and nodded. "Are you sure?" He asked, his voice tight. "You ain't ever gonna' be able to take this back, girl." He warned her.
"Yeah," She nodded, her eyelids getting heavier by the second. "I could never regret it, Bobby." She smiled reassuringly. "Now, hurry up, I wanna hold my baby."
Bobby chuckled and took the scissors off Rose. Rose showed him where to cut and and he pushed the scissors until the pressure from they cause the cord to break.
"That's great, Bobby." Rose reassured him. "Now, I'm just gonna clean him up and you can have your first cuddle, Delilah."
"OK," Delilah nodded. "Hurry," She called after Rose, who went into another room to fetch a towel. "Wait." She turned to Peter and Bobby, her eyes shifting between the two. "Did she say 'him'?" She asked, her eyes wide.
"Uh, I think so." Peter nodded. "Woah, a great nephew." He grinned.
"Yeah, woah." Bobby repeated. "I'm a..." He frowned, remembered he didn't actually have a relation to the child.
"Grandad." Delilah answered for him. "Grandad..Bobby," She said slowly, her tiredness taking over.
Dean chuckled. "I knew Bobby was old but..." He shook his head. "He's a Grandad." He exclaimed, throwing his head back in laughter. "Can't wait to tease him 'bout that one."
"Here we go." Rose interrupted, towel in hand. "I'm just gonna get him cleaned up then you can have him." She told Delilah, softly cleaning evidence of the birth off the baby.
"Ur, Rose?" Delilah called.
"Yes, Dear?"
"Did you say it was a 'he'?" She asked, itching to know.
Rose smiled. "Damn, did I let it out of the box?"
Delilah's smile grew. "I have a son." She said, mostly to herself. "Can I hold him yet?" She asked just wanting to feel her son in her arms.
"Yep, I'm just finishing...Now," She told her. "Here you go, Mummy." She said as she passed the little boy over to his Mum.
The moment Delilah put her eyes on her son, she could honestly say that her life changed forever. She has created this perfect little being, she was responsible for him and she sure as hell would die for him. She had become a mother at the young age of 19, and didn't regret it one bit.
And the moment that he was in her arms, she only had one thing to say...
"...Wow..."
Dean smiled. "She's gonna make one hell of a Mom."
4 years later...
"Mum!"
"Yes, Jack?" Delilah replied. She was standing in the kitchen, a smudge of flower on her left cheek, a pink apron covering her clothes and a wooden spoon in her hand that she used to stir the mixture in front of her.
A young boy, roughly 4 years of age said, dashing into the kitchen. "I can't find my..My army gun!"
"Oh no!" She gasped. "Have you checked your bed?" She smiled, remembering his little attempt to 'threaten' her not to put him to bed.
"Ohh yeah!" His big eyes widened. "I remember!" He shouted, making a run for the stairs.
She shook her head and smiled to herself. "They grow up so fast," She whispered. Suddenly a wave of sadness came over her face. "If only Peter could see..." She jumped hearing the house phone ring.
Dean frowned. "Eh?"
Wiping her hands on her apron, she made her way towards the phone and picked up the handset. "Hello?"
"Hey, girl." Bobby's warm voice came through the ear piece.
"Hey," She smiled. "How was your hunt?" She asked, returning to her mixture. She place the phone between her ear and shoulder whilst she stirred.
"Good," Bobby replied. "Killed the A-hole." He paused. "How you holdin' up?" He asked, sympathy in his voice.
"Good," She cleared her voice. "Yeah, good." She took a breath. "Just tryin' not ta think about it, ya' know?"
"Yeah," He smiled sadly. "Yeah, I know." He nodded, though she couldn't see. "How's Jack-y boy?"
"Yeah, he's great. Misses his Grandad though." She replied teasingly.
"Well, I'll be there soon." He chuckled. "That's actually why I called ya'. Wanted to make sure you were free instead of just stickin' ma head in an' you bein' busy."
"Oh, no, no, no, don't worry. I'm free. I'm free." Delilah said in a rush, smiling. She had sure missed Bobby, she always does when he goes hunting.
"Alright, I'll be ova' in a bit then." He confirmed.
"OK, see you then, Pops." She replied and hung up and smiled once again, she was glad he was safe, she hardly sleeps when he's gone, worried that something will happen to him whilst hunting, especially after Pet-
"Mum!"
Delilah was startled out of her thoughts by Jack, who was standing in the kitchen pointing his army gun at her. Delilah laughed at the site. "Yeah, baby?"
"You're under-a-rest."
She shook her head. "Under arrest, baby, not under-a-rest." She chuckled. "What am I being arrested for?" She decided to amuse him.
"Um.." Jacks army coloured, plastic gun lowered as he thought. "Uh, for...Being smelly!"
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"Hey, kiddo!" Bobby greeted the little boy.
"Grandad!" Jack shouted, running straight into his arms. "I missed you lots!"
Bobby chuckled. "I missed you too, boy." He squeezed him before releasing him. "Have you been good for your Mom?" He asked, ruffling the young boys hair
"Uh huh," Jack nodded enthusiastically. "Mom was naughty though." He whispered, as if he was telling the worlds biggest secret.
Bobby mocked his seriousness. "What'd she do?" He questioned, kneeling to Jack's height.
"One night s-she made washed my hair wit' pink shampoo." He crinkled his nose. "That's for girls!" He exclaimed. "A-and she wouldn't let me stay up late." He huffed, crossing his arms.
Delilah, who was standing in the kitchen doorway, laughed out loud. "Oh no, what a terrible Mother I am!" She said throwing her arms in the air.
"Pink shampoo?" Bobby asked, shaking his head. He stood back up. "What you tryin'a do to the boy?"
She smiled. "Hey," She shrugged. "I ran outta' the blue stuff." She defending herself.
Bobby nodded. "Think we might have ta' let your Mom off on that one." He told Jack.
Jack shook his head. "I don't think so, I smelt like a girl!" Suddenly, his eyes widened. "I got new toys!" He announced, racing from the room.
Bobby chuckled, deciding to change the subject. "How're you, darlin'?" He asked Delilah, softness in his eyes.
Delilah's smile fell and she shrugged. "Eh," She replied. "Coping." She whispered quietly. "I miss him." She confessed, her eyes shifting to Jack who was now ruffling threw his new toys, muttering to himself about which ones Grandad would like to see.
Bobby opened his arms to her and she accepted the offer. "I know, if I'd known...I would have gone on that hunt with him. Covered his stupid ass."
Delilah shook her head. "You couldn't of known," She told him. "No one knew that Peter was gonna die." She said, emotion in her voice. "No one could of stopped it."
Dean's face dropped. "Peter's dead?" He said out loud. "What the hell?"
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