"Okay so I know that the doctor told me to take it easy, but I'm sure that he didn't mean this." Mary said a bit dryly.

John just smiled at her, holding her closer as he carried her over the threshold into her apartment. He was also carrying her bags on his back, having delegated Dean to hold a small bag that contained her medicine. Despite the medications, she had to laugh at the serious look on Dean's face as he held the bag closely and protectively.

Moving carefully John placed her on the couch, moving back a bit so that Dean could hand him the back of medications and crawl up by her side, curling into her as best as he could. Mary wrapped her arms around him, rubbing his back as she looked up at John.

"So you got me home, what are we going to do now?" Mary asked, watching John sit on the end of the couch.

"Now, I'm going to take care of you and make sure that you and baby are okay." John said, reaching to take her hand in his.

Mary entwined their fingers together to try to steady herself. "You know what I mean." she said. "You're due to go back to the other Men of Letters and your dad said that they can-"

"I don't care what they can do. I don't care what they want." John told her softly yet firmly. "I love you, I don't want to leave you or the baby or Dean. And they can use all the spells they want, they're not going to be able to change my mind."

Mary swallowed heavily. "And what if they try to erase your memories?" she whispered, holding onto his hand and Dean tightly. "What about then?"

"Then I'll make sure to remember you." John said simply. "They can't do a single thing to make me forget you forever, I'll always remember you. Okay?"

Mary felt her chest warm at that and she managed a smile. Nodding she took a deep breath. "Okay." she said simply. "Okay."

John smiled and leaned over to brush their lips together, free hand coming up to cup her face tenderly. Mary pressed up into him as best as she could, rubbing her thumb against his hand as they kissed. When Dean squirmed after a moment, tugging at her they broke away laughing.

"What's up baby?" Mary asked, looking down at him.

"Mama I'm hungry." he told her, sitting back now that he had her attention again. "Like really hungry."

"Alright kiddo, lets get some food." John said, reaching out to ruffle his hair before he got up off of the couch and going to the kitchen.

Mary leaned back on the couch, holding Dean to her and listening to John in the kitchen. Most likely he was heating up something that her mom had made her. Neither of them were good cooks but they were getting by.

She couldn't think about what the Letters could do, couldn't think about them doing something to make sure that John was kept from her. The worst part is that if they did do something and John never came back she had no idea what she could do to get him back. She'd have the kids to look after, even if her parents would be willing to take them in full time she refused to just leave them.

But she couldn't think about that, she can't stress out right now, she had to relax and she had to remain calm no matter what.

The baby was counting on her to keep calm.

Mary let out a deep breath, her hand going to her stomach to rub at the bump. Six months, six more months and the baby was going to be okay. She could do this, she could carry and hold this baby for another six months. She'd eat all the salads the baby wanted. She'll drink every smoothie and eat every vegetable her mother made her. She won't even think about drinking or burgers or anything else that she couldn't have at all.

She looked down at the small bump, maybe it was her imagination and it was the fact that she was only three months but the bump did look smaller than when she had been three months pregnant with Dean.

She pushed that thought away as hard as she could despite her quivering.

Whatever she needed to do to make sure that her baby was going to be okay, she was going to do it and not complain one bit.

So long that in six months she has her baby in her arms alive and healthy.

She was going to do this. She could do this.

She could do this.

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