"I'm so sorry Mary dear, we didn't know that you had a little boy." Millie apologized for what seemed to be the twentieth time. "If we knew we would've brought you guys somewhere else."

Mary gave them a small smile. "Its fine, don't worry about it. Dean loves trying new things like," she glanced down at the menu. "Broccoli rabe." she barely managed to not make a face, even she didn't want any of that.

She could hear her mom stifling a laugh at that and she glared at her. "Mom." she pressed. "Please."

Deanna winked at her as she sipped her wine. "I think it's a good thing for Dean to experience something new." she said.

If anything else Dean looked downright adorable in a little suit that her parents had gotten him and she smiled at him. He was looking around in wonder with wide eyes, half chewing on his sleeve. He met her eyes and she faded slightly when she saw the panic in his eyes.

Reaching out she wrapped her arms around him and held him on her lap, letting him curl close to her. "He's just not used to being out like this, around so many people." she said, rubbing his back and turning to half glare at her parents. "Maybe if we had a bit more time to prepare it would've been easier."

"I told your dad to let you know before we went." Deanna said, reaching out to stroke at Deans hair. "And before we go doesn't mean an hour before we have to be there."

"I got tied up sending hunts to other hunters and Men of Letter pairings, and as a result I didn't have the time." Samuel told her. "I already apologized."

"When my son needs therapy in the future, I expect you to pay for it." Mary told him, holding Dean closer to her.

"I'm sure he'll be fine." Henry said reassuringly, taking some bread and putting butter on it, handing it to Millie before making one for himself as well. "Kids are a lot stronger than we give them credit for. John for example enjoyed to climb trees and more than once would fall out of them, landing directly on his head."

"We don't need to talk about that." John protested. "C'mon guys, this is supposed to be a nice fancy dinner, we don't need to talk about me busting my head open."

"No this is exactly the time to talk about you busting your head open." Millie denied. "And thank goodness Henry had healing spells up his sleeve, otherwise we'd have a lot to talk about to doctors."

Mary bit back a laugh, glancing at John who tried to keep from smiling but failed when he caught her gaze. Both of them grinned at each other before looking away.

They had talked about this, about needing to let their parents know about them and what it would end up meaning. They just needed to find a way to properly find a way to put it into the conversation and, she glanced around once more, she knew where the closest two exits were and grabbing Dean would mean that it would take them about 2.3 seconds to get out into the parking lot.

She shifted in her seat, holding Dean close to her, when she felt a sharp pain go up her back once more, the pain almost throbbing through her. She gritted her teeth at the pain, reaching for her water and firmly wishing that it was something else.

But not for another sixish months.

She felt something nudge against her foot and she looked up, seeing John look at her in concern. She just smiled reassuringly at him, holding Dean closer to her. She looked at Dean who looked back at her, his lower lip wobbling.

"You okay baby?" Mary whispered to him. In response he just curled more into her again, burying his face in her chest. She rubbed at his back and just held him close.

"So Ms. Campbell, please tell us, I'm curious about Dean." Henry said, smiling at her. He and John had the same smile she noted and it made her both relaxed and tense up. "And is the father in the picture?"

It took everything she had not to look at John and from the corner of her eye she could see him tense up. "He's...it's complicated."

"Well I think it's a very modern and independent act you're doing." Millie assured her. "Not that many people can do it."

"And not to mention that you have a very cute child." Henry added, nodding at Dean. "Makes me think about when John is going to have children of his own. Nothing better than when your children have children of their own."

"I am more than ready to spoil my grandchild." Millie laughed, reaching out to place her hand on John's arm. "Little hint John, we're not getting any younger."

"I can already feel the grey setting into my hair." Henry added, running his fingers through his thick brown hair. "We need grandchildren John."

"And you'll get them eventually." John told them, not looking at anyone. "Can we please talk about something else?"

Mary was about to speak when another shot of pain went through her and she breathed out hard, clearing her throat slightly. "Okay so," she started to say only to wince when another one hit her. "Okay."

"Mary what's wrong?" John asked, halfway out of his seat. Samuel and Deanna already moved to be on either of her.

"Mary is it the pain again?" Deanna asked, reaching out to touch her. Dean mad a soft sound and looked up at her, hands gripping at the fabric of her dress.

"Yeah I don't think...I don't feel good." Mary said, shaking her head and bringing a hand up to her face to wipe away the sudden sweat that erupted. "I'm sorry...I think I need to go home."

"I'll take you." John quickly said, standing up. He grabbed her coat and bag before reached for her. Mary stood up, holding Dean to her as John wrapped his arms around her waist to keep her standing. Winching she had to transfer Dean into Johns arms instead, wrapping her arms around her stomach and the small bump.

Henry stood as well, reached for her hands. "Mary dear, if there's anything we can do, we have a large array of healing spells, please let us know."

Mary smiled at him, certain that it looked as strained as she felt. "Thanks, I just want to get home and lie down. Maybe for a week."

"Mary I had a hard pregnancy with John and I found that tea with honey and a little pinch of lemon juice helped to soothe a lot of aches." Millie told her. "And a heating pad wherever it hurts."

Mary nodded, half leaning against John. "Sounds great, I just want to go. I'm sorry about this."

"Don't worry about it, dinner is something that can be rescheduled." Henry assured her, kissing the back of her hand. "Please take care."

Mary nodded once more and John nodded at his parents as he carefully took her out of the restaurant, leading them towards her car that they had taken. Dimly they could hear him talking to both her and Dean in a reassuring tone.

"They seem close." Millie commented as Henry sat back down, taking her hand in his. "Really close."

"Yes they are, and it's something I'd like to talk to you two about." Samuel said, not seeing Deanna roll her eyes. "And especially the part about being owed a favor."

"Well not like I didn't see this coming, so let's go into it." Henry said. "What do you want Samuel? Some sort of artifact? A twenty four hour allowance into the bunker itself? A better partnership?"

"I want Mary and John to be able to date one another." Samuel said. Deanna nudged at him with her elbow. "So long as they want to."

Henry blinked at that, turning to look at Millie for a moment as they spoke wordlessly.

"You want our children to date?" Henry repeated. "What about the father of Mary's child?"

"Well according to her he's not in the picture." Deanna said. "And even you guys noticed that...there's something between them."

"Have you talked about this with your daughter?" Millie asked. "Is it even something that she would want?"

"We, I-" Samuel corrected himself when Deanna hit him with her elbow again. "I wanted to know if it's something that could be possible before we ask and possibly get her hopes up."

Henry looked at Millie again, rubbing the back of his neck. "Considering everything, considering the two sides. And especially the fact that for what may be the first time direct lines have different gendered children at the same age, this does...create a possibility." he said slowly. "I can't give you an answer right now but...let us talk about it," he gestured to Millie, "and we'll let you know."

"Thank you, and if they decide not to then...I'll take that twenty four hour entry into the bunker for two." Samuel said, laughing softly as the others smiled.

"I'm sorry, are you Mr. Samuel Campbell?" the waiter asked, coming to their table and lightly touching Samuels arm.

Samuel blinked and nodded. "Yes I am." he said. "Is everything alright?"

"You have an important phone call waiting for you and your wife." the waiter told them, giving them a moment to stand up and follow him to the side of the restaurant where the phones were.

Deanna and Samuel looked at one another and hurried, reaching the phone quickly. Samuel grabbed the receiver, bringing it up. "Hello?" he demanded.

"Mr. Campbell? My name is Dr. Feldman, you're listed as an emergency contact for Mary Campbell. She's been admitting into the hospital for a possible miscarriage."

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