Chapter 45
Jessie hesitated outside of the bathroom for a short time before she finally sucked up enough courage to walk down the stairs into the livingroom. Dean was sitting on the couch watching TV. He glanced up at her before he turned back quickly to the program he was watching. She'd expected him to say something, anything. But then she noticed he was watching Dr. Sexy, which made her giggle quietly. She knew he wasn't going to interrupt watching his favorite show just to say something to her. He would save it for later. Since Bobby and Sam were absent, she figured they were in the kitchen so that's where she headed.
When she walked into the kitchen, the first thing she noticed was a plate of food sitting at her spot at the table. She glanced quickly at both Sam and Bobby, who were sitting on either side of her spot, giving each of them a grateful smile. She was hungry. That was all she really wanted to worry about at the moment.
"We figured you'd be hungry," Sam said with a smile as he pulled her chair out for her.
She grinned at him before sitting down in the chair. "I could get used to service like this," she teased.
"Well don't," he replied with a teasing grin.
"I guess you're feeling better after your nap," Bobby said.
She wasn't sure if it was a question or a statement, but she decided to answer him any way.
"Much better."
He stood up from his chair quickly, gazing at her with a concerned look. "When you're done eating, I want you to come into the livingroom so we can discuss a few things."
She nodded, which he took as his response, sweeping from the room quickly.
"What's that all about, Sam?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
She raised her eyebrow in suspicion but didn't call him on it. She suspected he knew more about what Bobby wanted to speak about than he was letting on. However, after all she'd done lately, she figured it was best not to rock the boat. Instead, she pushed it into the back of her mind and began eating her dinner.
The silence in the kitchen felt awkward to her as she ate her dinner. Sam didn't seem to want to discuss anything and she really had no idea what to say to him. She hoped that this was something that would only be temporary. She understood it. But she didn't like it at all.
When she was finished eating, she gathered up her dishes, rinsed them in the sink, stacking them neatly on the counter with the rest of them. She really wanted to clean them now so she could avoid whatever it was Bobby wanted to talk to her about. But somehow she knew that wasn't going to work. He would just come into the kitchen and tell her off. So she decided to get it over with and head into the livingroom.
Sam followed behind her wordlessly as she walked into the livingroom. She took a seat on the couch in front of her foot stool, while Sam sat beside her. She glanced uneasily at Dean and Bobby, who were both sitting in the same spots they had occupied earlier.
Bobby cleared his throat lighty, gazing at her intently. "The three of us have discussed your demon and angel problem and we've come to a few decisions." He paused, expecting her to react, but she sat quietly listening to him, not even looking at him defensively like he'd expected. He didn't know whether to be relieved or saddened. She didn't even seem to be the same person she'd been less than three months ago.
"First things first though," he said, preparing for her disagreement. "You, young lady, are not going to be leaving my sight."
"What?!" she replied with dismay, sitting up straighter in her seat.
"You heard me right."
"No, that's not happening," she stated adamantly. "I'm not staying at your house indefinitely."
"And why not?"
She snorted. "Do I look like a cripple, old man? I'm not. I can still hunt."
He opened his mouth to respond, but Dean beat him to it.
"Coulda fooled me."
"Shut up, Dean!" she snapped. "I might be pregnant but that doesn't mean I can't shoot a gun, or at the very least research." She raised her hand when she thought he was going to interrupt. "My last hunt was only a week ago. What did you think I was doing all this time? Sitting on my ass doing nothing?"
"I never—"
"Enough!" Bobby boomed. "This isn't getting us anywhere."
"You went hunting in this condition?" Sam asked her with surprise.
She shook her head in frustration. "Why does everyone think I'm useless because I'm pregnant? As long as I keep in shape, there's no reason I can't do most of the things I normally do."
"Well I have a good question," Dean said, shrinking slightly as everyone glanced at him sternly. "If you're so afraid of the demons and angels, why leave the house at all?
She glared at him shrewdly as everyone turned their gaze towards her.
"First of all, Dean," she replied with venom. "Don't you think my house would be the first place they would look for me? And secondly, I'm not about to let anyone keep me a prisoner."
"Okay, that's enough," Sam said as he glared at his brother, before he placed a supportive hand on his wife's knee.
Bobby nodded. "Jess, it's not that we think you're useless. We just don't have any experience with pregnant women."
She grinned lightly as she noticed the look of unease on his face. "I guess you're gonna have to learn quickly, won't ya?"
He rolled his eyes lightly, trying to hide exactly how uncomfortable he was. "Can you at least agree to be with one of us at all times?"
She was slightly annoyed by his overprotectiveness, but at the same time, it made her feel loved. So, instead of becoming more defensive, she reverted back to her old way—sarcasm.
"Do I need a chaperone in the bathroom, too?" she asked with a grin. "As big as I'm getting I could always use some help wiping my ass."
Sam snickered, thinking that the comment is something his brother would have said if he was in the same situation. Dean and Bobby on the other hand, looked completely flabbergasted.
She laughed lightly, even while Bobby looked at her with displeasure.
"I promise to stay with either you, or Sam and Dean," she replied with conviction.
"Good. Then we can move on," he said with relief.
She relaxed slightly, hoping that the worst was over.
"The demon and angel issue is a little more complicated, but we've made a few decisions about that as well," he said, pausing for a moment to see if she'd interrupt. When she didn't, he continued. "As far as the demons are concerned, we're gonna hunt as many of them as we can find. And since Cas is the only angel we know. We've decided to refrain from speaking to him."
"And if he pops up?"
"I don't see a need to worry, Jess. He shouldn't suspect anything. Unless he's been talking to demons."
She couldn't be as confident as he seemed to be, but she did trust him. She would take his word for it, unless something happened to prove him wrong.
"Okay," she replied tersely.
He raised his eyebrow just slightly in suspicion. He had expected a little more resistance from her. He wasn't quite sure what to think about her behaviour, but he was going to keep as close an eye on her as he could.
"I think I covered it all," he said after a moments hesitation. "So if there's nothing else...me and Dean are gonna be heading out now."
She narrowed her eyes in confusion. "You mean you're not staying?"
"We've decided to let you and Sam have some time together."
Initially she beamed at his response, until she realized what the implications were. As much as she'd been dreaming of the moment she could be with Sam again, she was a little nervous about it. She thought she was being silly since he'd been great about everything. But as understanding as he'd been so far, she wasn't sure how he might act when they were completely alone.
She expected some sort of goodbye from Bobby, but he only stood up quickly and left. She wasn't sure if he was angry with her, or just upset, but she didn't like it. She didn't know how she was going to make it up to him, but she had to try. Of all the people in the world, he was the one she hated to disappoint.
Dean followed after him almost as quickly with barely a goodbye to either his brother or herself. She knew he was upset with her, but at this point in time she didn't care. She could only wonder why he seemed to be so short with his brother. She really hoped it had nothing to do with her, although she suspected it probably was. And if that was the case, she was going to have to do something about it eventually. She had promised never to become a bone of contention between the brothers, and she didn't like breaking promises.
While she was busy pondering things, Sam moved closer, wrapping his arm around her. When he didn't feel any resistance, he carefully pulled her close, lying her head on his chest.
"Do you know how much I missed you, Jessie?" he asked her quietly. "You can't imagine how scared I was that something had happened to you."
She pulled her head back slighty, gazing into his eyes. It hurt to see the pain inside them knowing it was completely her fault. She only wished she could take the pain away as easily as she had caused it.
"I missed you too, Sam," she replied, her voice cracking because she was on the verge of tears. "I'm so sorry that I hurt you."
"I know you are," he said as he brushed her face lightly with his fingertips. "I just wish you could've found another way."
"Are you angry?"
He frowned for a moment, his brow furrowing. "I was."
"But you're not anymore?"
"No," he replied honestly. "But Bobby is still hurt. And Dean, well, he's still pretty pissed."
She laid her head back on his chest, closing her eyes to fight back the tears that were threatening. "I'm really am sorry, Sam. I didn't know what to do. I felt lost. And the more time that passed. The harder it became to even think about telling you."
He sighed. "I understand. But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt."
She closed her eyes tighter, trying to fight back the tears from what he'd said. The pain and the guilt hurt her so badly. After a few moments she attempted to pull away from him, but he held her tightly, refusing to let her slip from his grasp.
"Sam, please?" she begged.
"I finally got you back. I'm not letting go of you again so easily," he replied quietly.
She opened her tear filled eyes, glancing up at him apologetically. "Maybe you should. Maybe it would be for the best. That way I can't hurt you again."
He gazed at her ruefully. "That would be the easy way out. And I don't like taking the easy way out. " He lifted his hand, brushing hair from the side of her face, his thumb tracing lines on her cheek. "Besides, I think I'm a masochist," he said with a grin.
She shook her head in disbelief, but couldn't help cracking a smile. "So that's it, huh?"
He smiled. "No. I just wanted to see you smile."
She lifted her hand, brushing his cheek lightly. "I haven't really had a reason to smile lately."
"Then I'll give you one," he said with a loving smile.
She smiled and closed her eyes, as he gently pulled her face close, kissing her lips slowly. He only kissed her for a few moments, pulling away so he could gaze upon her face.
"Why did you stop?" she asked as she opened her eyes.
He smiled tenderly, brushing her cheek with his thumb. "It's been so long since I've seen you. I just want to enjoy the moment."
She smiled brightly, tears of joy forming in her eyes. "I love you so much, Sam."
He carefully wiped a tear that fell from her eye. "I love you, too, Jessie."
She smiled happily as he leaned in to kiss her again, more joyful tears falling from her eyes. It had been so long since she'd been with him, she wanted him now. But she wanted to take her time, savour the moment while she could. She didn't know when the next time she would be alone with him like this again would be. For all she knew, this could be the last. After all, there was a price on her head.
Sam kissed her softly for a short time before making his way down to her neck, sliding his hands up her shirt. Abruptly, he pulled away glancing at her with surprise.
"What?" she asked with a look of confusion.
He hesitated for a moment, grinning widely. "Your breasts have gotten bigger."
She rolled her eyes lightly and chuckled. "Yeah. Sometimes that happens during pregnancy."
"Oh," he replied, suddenly looking concerned. "Is it okay to, uh, you know, while you're pregnant?"
She tried to stifle a laugh, but she couldn't hold it back for long, howling with laughter.
"What's so funny?" he asked, feeling insulted.
"Oh, Sam," she said with a grin. "You're just too adorable sometimes."
"And now you're teasing me."
She giggled lightly, although she was trying not to.
"I'm sorry, Sam. I just never realized how little you knew about pregnancy."
He raised an eyebrow slightly. "And how much did you know?"
"Enough to know a pregnant woman can have sex."
He frowned slightly wearing a serious look. "I just didn't want to hurt you, Jess."
Her grin quickly changed to a tender smile.
"I know, Sam," she replied quietly. "You won't hurt me."
He smiled lovingly, brushing his fingers on her cheek lightly, eliciting a long sigh of pleasure from her.
"Maybe we should go upstairs, Sam," she suggested. "The couch is a little uncomfortable for me."
He smiled in response, slowly wiggling himself free of her grasp. As he stood, he offered his hand to her, easing her up from the couch carefully. Wrapping his arms around her firmly, he smiled brightly and whispered, "You're so beautiful."
"I don't feel it," she replied.
"Well, trust me. You are," he whispered into her ear.
She sighed with contentment, gazing at him with loving eyes. "I missed you so much, Sam."
"Shhhh," he said as he placed a finger on her lips. "You don't need to tell me. Just show me."
She smiled, removing herself from his grasp and took his hand, allowing him to lead her upstairs.
Jessie awakened several hours later with a heavy urge to pee. The problem was, she didn't want to break free of Sam's sleeping embrace. It was the first time in months she'd truly felt warm, safe and loved, and she definitely didn't want it to end. However, she couldn't really wait much longer. She wiggled around until she broke free of his grasp. But as she attempted to stand, she felt his hand grasp hers.
"Where are you going?" he asked with a raspy voice.
"I just have to use the bathroom. I'll be right back," she promised.
He hesitated before he pulled his hand away, allowing her to climb out of the bed, hurrying down the hallway to use the bathroom. When she made it back to the bedroom, Sam was sitting up in the bed with a lamp on.
"You didn't have to get up," she said as she climbed back into the bed, sitting up beside him.
He wrapped an arm around her pulling her close, kissing her lightly on the lips. "I know. I just wanted to see your face. To make sure I wasn't dreaming."
She frowned slightly, looking guilty.
"Hey," he said, gently grasping her on either side of her face, gazing at her intently. "It's done, Jessie. I'm over it. I don't want you to worry about it anymore. Okay?"
She shook her head in agreement, although her eyes didn't reflect that.
"Jessie—"
"I'm sorry, Sam. I can't pretend I didn't hurt you."
"I didn't ask you to forget. But I've forgiven you," he replied sincerely.
"I know. But maybe you shouldn't have."
"Let's not do this again," he said with a frown. "Life is too damn short."
She averted her gaze. "Is that it? Is that why you forgave me so easily? You're afraid there isn't much time left for me?"
"Don't you say that," he snapped. "Don't you ever say that, Jess."
"But it's the truth, right?" she asked as she turned to gaze into his eyes again. "You're afraid you're gonna lose me for good?"
He glanced down for a moment before he met her eyes once again. "Fine. Yes. I am."
"So that's what this is, Sam?" she asked with sorrow.
He shook his head and sighed in frustration. "Absolutely not. I love you, Jess. Even when I was upset and angry I still loved you. I just had no idea why you didn't seem to feel the same."
She gazed down in shame for a moment, closing her eyes to fight back tears. When she gazed back up at him, her eyes were wet. "I love you more than life itself, Sam. I just—"
He pulled her close, kissing her fervently. He wanted her again so badly, but he felt her hesitation when he slid his hand between her thighs.
"I'm sorry," he said breathlessly as he moved his hand to her waist. "I didn't mean to get so carried away."
She smiled with a mixture of amusement and happiness. "It's okay, Sam. I'm still recovering from a few hours ago." She smiled coyly, running her hand up his leg to stop on his enlarged member. "But, I can help you out if you want me to."
He sighed in pleasure as she began slowly rubbing her hand up and down his shaft in a stroking motion. But this wasn't what he wanted, no matter how good it felt at the moment. So he called her name with a huge grin on his face, then reached out and grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her hand away.
"I'd rather wait until later, if you'll be up for it," he said with a seductive smile.
"After we sleep a little longer?" she asked, waiting for his nod. "I think I could be persuaded."
He smiled as he quickly turned the lamp off and laid his head down on the pillows, waiting for her to lay down beside him. It took her a few moments to maneuver herself so her back was towards him, but when she finally did manage it, he wrapped his arm around her, his hand laying on her belly. He absentmindedly rubbed her belly lightly until they both dozed off.
A few hours later, Jessie woke up to find Sam was already awake and waiting for her. She apologized to him, before she ran to the bathroom. When she returned, she was as good as her word. She climbed into the bed and they made love for a short time. When they were finished, both of them jumped in the shower, then went into the kitchen for coffee and breakfast.
They were sitting in the livingroom watching the noon hour news, when Sam asked what she wanted to do for the day, since he'd explained earlier that they weren't heading to Bobby's until the next day—after her doctors appointment.
"I'd like to go into town and see Mike."
"You're not gonna kick his ass or anything, are you?"
She looked at him with confusion. "Why would I want to do that?"
"Uh, oh, nothing," he stammered uncomfortably. "I just thought, uh, I don't know."
"Spill it, Sam," she said as she narrowed her eyes.
He sighed, knowing she wasn't going to give up without the truth. "I just thought you knew he was the one who sent Bobby here to find you."
"No. I didn't know that," she replied, crossing her arms in irritation.
"Then why?"
"Well, he doesn't know I'm pregnant. I just wanted to tell him in person," she said, uncrossing her arms. "But now, I'm also gonna kick his ass."
He couldn't help but grin, knowing she would never hurt Mike, regardless of what she said.
After the news was over, they headed out to the barn to get Jessie's car, but she'd forgotten she had to finish what she'd been working on when Bobby had interrupted her.
"Would you like some help?" Sam asked as she leaned over the car, looking under the hood.
She was silent for a few moments before she looked at him with a grin. "No. I think I can handle this."
"You sure?" he asked with concern. "You look awfully uncomfortable leaning over the car like that."
She smiled thankfully. "I'm not gonna lie and say it isn't uncomfortable, Sam. But, I don't want you touching my car."
He shook his head and rolled his eyes, resisting the urge to say, "whatever." Instead, he said nothing. Deciding to stay silent and assist her if she asked for his help.
It only took her twenty minutes to do what she needed to do, with no assistance from Sam. She even managed to keep her clothes clean. And once she'd put the hood down, she tossed Sam the keys, which he almost dropped since he hadn't been expecting her to do that.
He was going to ask why she wanted him to drive, but he decided it was better not to ask. It wasn't often she allowed him to drive her car, so he kept his mouth shut.
When they arrived at Frank's bar, Jessie grabbed Sam's hand before he could climb out of the car. He looked at her with confusion and curiosity, but she was silent for a few moments longer.
"You have to walk in before me, Sam," she began to explain. "I don't want Mike to see me right away."
He smiled in response before climbing out of the car. He was going to walk around and help her out of the car, but surprisingly, she was standing next to him almost as soon as he exited the car. He hadn't realized how quick she still was, but he should have expected it, since she had already told him not much had changed.
He headed into the bar with Jessie close behind him. As tall as he was, no one would even know she was there if they glimpsed him head on. Even with her protruding belly, she was still able to hide behind him easily, since most of the weight she was carrying was in the front.
Once they were standing in front of the bar, she walked out from behind Sam since the bar height kept her belly hidden. She could hear Mike whistling in the back, so she knew he was here. She was going to wait to see if he noticed them standing there, instead, she decided to call his name. She didn't need to surprise him, he was already going to be surprised when he saw the state she was in.
"Jessie! Sam!" he exclaimed with excitement as he walked through the door behind the bar. "What're you doing here?"
"I came to see you, ya nut," she replied affectionately. "Now come gimme a hug."
He smiled, walking to the end of the bar, stopping short the moment he walked around and glimpsed her extended belly.
"Oh my god, you're pregnant!" he yelled as he ran towards her, hugging her tightly.
His bright smile made her smile, but it didn't stop her from slapping him across the face.
"That's for calling Bobby."
He raised his hand to cover his cheek, however, he was still smiling. "I'd do it again in a heartbeat."
She narrowed her eyes, but she was still smiling. "I know you would."
He stepped back a step, holding his hand out to Sam. "Congratulations!"
He shook his hand with a bright, but awkward, smile. "Yeah, thanks."
Mike turned back to Jessie, shooting her a suspicious look. He knew her well enough to know when something was wrong. It was the reason he had called Bobby in the first place. He suspected the pregnancy was to blame, since it was the only thing that seemed to have changed between the couple.
"Would it be okay if I stole your wife from you for a few minutes?" he asked Sam.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, sure."
He shot her a knowing look then began walking behind the bar. She followed him behind the bar and into the back room, not stopping until they reached the office.
"Jessie. What's going on?" he asked with concern.
She shook her head before she turned and closed the office door.
"I can't say much out loud," she replied, reaching into the inside pocket of her jacket and pulled out an envelope. "There is a letter in there for you to read, and, also another letter in another envelope. That's only to read in the event of my death."
His look of concern turned to one of shock and dismay. "What's going on, Jessie?"
She shook the letter at him until he finally took it from her.
"My job is dangerous, you know that," she replied, trying her best to sound convincing.
"Something else is going on. Don't try and play me for a fool either," he said anxiously. "Does this have something to do with Sam? Or maybe the baby?"
She lowered her head, knowing he could read her like a book. "What you need to know is in the letter, Mike. I can't speak about it here."
He took a few tenative steps closer, grasping her upper arms. "Look at me, dammit!" He waited until she finally lifted her head and looked into his eyes. "I can see the fear in your eyes. Why do you think I asked to speak to you privately?"
"You seem to forget that I know you as well," she replied. "That's why I wrote the letter. I knew you'd want to know what's going on."
"And you're not gonna say anything else about it, are you?"
"No."
He shook his head with frustration before pulling her into a tight embrace.
She wrapped her arms around him tightly, fighting back tears. She was afraid this would be the last time she might see him, but she would never tell him that. She could feel him trembling slightly so she knew he was probably on the verge of tears as well. She hated that he knew her so well, or she would've lied to him to spare him the pain. She didn't want him to worry about her, although she knew he always did. But this time it was different. She was positive she knew how this was going to end, and nothing she could say would prepare him for it. So she did the next best thing. She wrote him a letter that explained everything she'd want him to know if she died. She knew him well enough to know he would never open it before he was supposed to. This way she wouldn't have to explain everything to him now. She knew she would never be able to.
When she pulled away from the embrace, she noticed a lone tear that had fallen down his face. She wiped it gently with her thumb, smiling at him supportively.
"Everything will be fine, Mike. Sam will take care of me," she said, trying to convince herself as much as she was him.
He nodded his head to reassure her, but he was anything but okay. He knew her too well, and he didn't really know Sam much at all. He wanted to trust everything would be okay. But that wasn't how he felt.
"I guess I better take you back to Sam before he wonders what's going on," he said awkwardly.
She shook her head, knowing he wanted to say more, but she knew he wasn't going to. The look he gave her was more than enough to convey what he was feeling. He was upset and worried, and she couldn't blame him.
Jessie opened the office door and headed back to where Sam was waiting for her. She found him sitting at the bar drinking a soda. He smiled warmly the moment he laid his eyes on her.
"Is everything okay?" he asked as she sat on the stool beside him.
"Yeah."
He turned to her looking concerned. "Are you sure?"
She smiled gratefully, placing her hand on his. "Yes, Sam. I just need something to eat."
"Already done," he replied with a conspiratorial grin. "I knew you'd be hungry."
"Wow, you're good," she teased with a grin. "Now tell me what else I need."
"I bet you need to use the washroom," he said with a grin.
"You're so good you've earned yourself a cookie," she teased.
"Yay," he said as he clapped mockingly.
She smiled and patted him on the back affectionately before she went to use the washroom. When she arrived back at the bar, the food Sam had ordered was waiting for her. While she ate, it was mostly in silence. She was still upset about her talk with Mike, although she didn't want Sam to know. However, she figured that he must have picked up on it, since he was trying his best to keep her in a good mood.
When they were finished eating, they decided it was time to head back home. Jessie made sure she found Mike before they left, hugging him tightly and once again promising she would be careful. As she was leaving, she noticed Mike whisper something to Sam, which made him wrinkle his forehead in thought. She figured she knew what it was about, so she continued her way to the car.
She was sitting in the passenger side when he finally made it to the car. He glanced at her curiously after he shut the door and started the car, but he didn't say anything. And since she wasn't really in the mood to discuss anything, she leaned the seat back and closed her eyes. And although it wasn't her intention, she managed to fall asleep. She didn't wake until after the car had stopped in her driveway.
When she opened her eyes, Sam was leaning over her unbuckling the seat belt. He smiled warmly as he offered her his hand, helping her out of the car. They walked hand in hand into the house, sitting down on the couch together. As he wrapped his arm around her, she snuggled up close to him, sighing with contentment.
He began running his fingers through her hair, hoping to relax her. He knew she was upset about something, but he also knew she didn't want to talk about it. And since it didn't seem life threatening, he decided to leave it alone for now. At some point, both of them dozed off, not waking until they became uncomfortable.
"Did you fall asleep, too?" she asked as she stretched out her arms.
"It seems so," he replied with a grin.
"This is probably the most comfortable I've felt sleeping in awhile," she said, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.
"This is probably the most I've slept in two months," he said with a warm smile, although it didn't show in his eyes.
She averted her eyes, resisting the urge to apologize to him again. She knew if he hadn't been sleeping it was because of her.
"I'm sorry, Jessie," he said as he gently turned her face towards his. "I shouldn't have said that."
"It's okay, Sam. I understand," she replied with a smile. "I don't expect for you to just forget like that."
He smiled as he leaned in and kissed her on the lips lightly. "Why don't we get started on making dinner?"
She glanced at her watch, nodding her head. "Yes. Let's."
The couple spent their evening cooking, cleaning and watching TV, until they went to bed. She wasn't really in the mood for sex. However, she allowed Sam to talk her into it. She wanted the intimacy, since it was the last night she'd get to spend alone with him for awhile. But she was feeling uncomfortable with her belly, especially since the baby was unusually active. But there was a bright side. The exercise helped her fall asleep quickly, despite being constantly kicked by the baby.
Just like the morning before, she woke up before Sam did needing to use the washroom. Only this time, she managed to climb out of bed carefully enough she didn't wake him. She didn't even wake him when she climbed back into bed, not until she snuggled up to him.
"Good morning," he greeted her with a smile, kissing her lightly on the head.
"Good morning to you," she said with an equally bright smile.
"I don't know about you, but I think I need a shower," he said as he stroked her hair.
"Yeah, me too," she said with a grin. "You can help make sure I'm extra clean for my doctors appointment."
He grinned wildly. "It's not exactly what I had in mind."
She snorted, shaking her head in disbelief, although she was smiling in a teasing way.
"You must be some kind of machine, Sam."
His smile quickly disappeared, replaced by a look of concern. "It isn't too much for you, is it?"
She smiled thoughtfully. "No, Sam. I just don't feel up to it as often as I did before."
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I'm a big girl, Sam," she replied reassuringly. "If I don't want to I will tell you."
"As long as you do," he replied, not quite convinced.
She sighed, kissing him on the cheek. "Let's just have a shower and eat breakfast."
He nodded in agreement, climbing out of bed quickly enough so he could help her out. And although she didn't need the help, she gladly accepted it. She thought it was a nice change, and she felt like she was being pampered. She knew it wouldn't last, so she thought she would take advantage of it while she could.
After they showered and had breakfast, Jessie began to prepare for her doctors appointment. She had to drink a lot of water, finishing the set amount about an hour before the appointment. And since the trip from her house to her doctors was over an hour away, she needed to start drinking before she left, finishing it while she was in the car.
"You're letting me drive again, huh?" he said teasingly as she handed him the keys.
"Yeah, but don't get too used to it," she replied with a smile. "It's only because I need you to do it, and not because I don't want to."
"Oh, I see how it is," he replied teasingly. "You just let me drive it when you can't, is that it?"
"Yes, that's right," she said narrowing her eyes with a smile. "But you better not forget that she is a she, not an it."
"And here I thought you wouldn't want to share me with another woman," he said with a grin.
She laughed. "You're right, but she's special."
He chuckled, pulling her into a quick embrace, kissing her on the forehead.
"You better get drinking more of that water," he said with a wink. "I'll be out in the car waiting for you."
She playfully stuck her tongue out at him before he turned around and headed out of the house to warm up the car. It had gotten quite cold overnight and she refused to get into it until it was warm. In hindsight, she could see how that might seem demanding, but Sam never once complained about the little things she asked him to do. It made her wonder if maybe she was wrong. Maybe he would make a good father after all. She pushed the pang of guilt that ran through her out of her mind, quickly distracting herself by making sure she had everything she needed from the house. She wasn't sure when she would be back, but, she had a feeling it might not be until after the baby was born, if at all. Once again she had to push bad thoughts from her head, deciding just to hurry to the car. If she forgot something she could always come back, or at the very least, send someone back to get whatever it might be.
Sam smiled brightly as she climbed into the car, waiting until she buckled up before he would even put the car into gear. Of course she would never not wear her seatbelt, but it did make her uncomfortable. She had to make sure the cross strap was between her breasts, and the lap belt was well under her belly.
It wasn't very long before the drive became very uncomfortable for Jessie. She made sure she finished drinking the last of the water that was needed for the upcoming ultrasound and now she had to pee very badly. What made it worse was Sam seemed to manage to hit every single pothole and bump that was on the road, making it that much more unbearable. And although he did his best to keep her distracted, all she could think about was using the washroom the moment the car stopped.
As they pulled into the parking lot of the medical building that Dr. Riley's office was in, she began to feel more than the urge to pee. She also began to feel nervous and anxious. However, she wasn't sure what was making her more anxious. Finding out the sex of the baby, or the fact that Sam was going to be with her. She loved him to death and she was happy he was here to support her, but at the same time it made her more nervous, only she wasn't quite sure why.
She was happy that Sam had parked close to the building. She was afraid if she had to walk too far she would probably wet herself. She almost wished she was getting her ass kicked by some monster than this, it was less painful. She definitely had a new found respect for pregnant women.
The couple walked hand in hand into the waiting room, and after she checked in, Jessie sat in the chair next to Sam glancing around the room nervously. He squeezed her hand from time to time when he noticed she was nervous. She would smile in response, but all she wanted to do was use the washroom. She was at a point past caring about anything but that.
When the nurse called her name, she stood up from the chair following her as quickly as she could. She didn't even look back to see if Sam was following, she just wanted this over with so badly, it was all she could think about.
After the nurse asked her a few routine questions and weighed her, she sat in the room with Sam, waiting for Dr. Riley. It was only a few minutes before he showed up greeting her enthusiastically.
"This must be, Sam," he said as he shook his hand with a jovial smile. "I haven't seen you since you were, well, must shorter than you are now."
"It's nice to see you again," he replied.
The doctor gazed at Jessie approvingly. "It's nice to see you finally have some support."
"Yeah, yeah, can we just get on with this?" she asked impatiently.
The doctor seemed confused for a moment before he smiled. "I'm sorry, my dear. Hop up on the examination table and we'll get things moving."
She didn't hesitate one moment, immediately jumping up from her seat onto the table and pulled her pants under her belly. She smiled at Sam who had come to stand beside her and who now looked as uncomfortable as she felt.
After the doctor washed his hands, he began to prod her stomach gently. When he was finished, he asked Sam if he wanted to hear the heartbeat, who seemed stunned by the question, but nodded his head in agreement.
The doctor pulled out the instrument for listening to the heartbeat, placing cold gel on her belly and turned it on. As he placed it against her skin and began to move it, you could hear the sound of the baby's heartbeat. He moved the instrument around a few times before turning it off and cleaning her belly.
"Sounds good and strong, Jessie," the doctor said as he set the instrument down. "I'll be right back."
She nodded her head before he walked out of the room, then turned to gaze at Sam, who seemed to be in shock.
"Are you okay, Sam?"
"Yeah..."
She smiled and squeezed his hand supportively, but didn't say anything. She knew he was in shock and she wasn't quite sure what to say to him at the moment.
When the doctor returned, she pulled her pants back up and followed him down the hallway into the room where the ultrasound machine was, with Sam close behind. Without his prompting, she climbed onto the seat and pulled her pants below her belly once again, before she directed Sam to stand beside her and took his hand.
"You think that was something, just you wait," she said with a smile.
He returned her smile warmly, however his eyes showed his discomfort.
The doctor adjusted some things on the machine before he rolled his chair up close, once again putting gel on her stomach. He placed the instrument against her skin and began moving it around slowly, stopping once in awhile, sometimes clicking the mouse or typing something. After a few minutes, he turned the monitor around so both parents could see it and then began pointing out the head, back, legs and arms, then printed out a picture for them. Jessie allowed Sam to hold onto the picture, since he seemed mesmerized by it, or maybe he was in shock, she wasn't sure. Either way, it didn't matter. She only wanted to know what the sex of the baby was.
When he was finished with the exam, he told her she was free to use the bathroom, which she didn't waste any time doing. It was the only thing she wanted more than knowing the sex of the baby. But once she had used the washroom and returned to the room, she expected an answer.
"Are you really sure you want to know, Jessie?" the doctor asked as he straightened up the equipment.
"Absolutely."
"And what about you, Sam?" he asked as he turned towards him. "Do you want to know as well?"
He seemed to ponder his answer for a few moments before glancing at his wife with a smile.
"Yes, I do," he replied as he turned his gaze back to the doctor.
Dr. Riley smiled, shifting his gaze to Jessie. "Congratulations. You're having a boy."
She smiled brightly while absentmindedly rubbing her belly. "Thank you so much."
He nodded his head, smiling. "I'll see you back here in a month."
She nodded before standing up and shaking his hand gratefully. It wasn't until he left the room that she turned to Sam with a wild grin.
"We're having a boy," she said in disbelief.
He pulled her into an embrace, smiling. "I couldn't be happier."
She pulled back slightly so she could gaze into his eyes.
"And what if it would've been a girl?"
He smiled, brushing away stray hairs from her face. "I would feel exactly the same."
"Really?" she said in surprise. "To be honest, I don't think I would've been."
"What? Why?"
"I dunno," she replied, shrugging her shoulders. "I guess I was really hoping for a boy."
"Well, you got your wish," he replied with a gentle smile.
She smiled happily, kissing him once lightly on the lips. "Better than I imagined."
"Good," he replied, kissing her on the forehead. "Now why don't we get something to eat before we head to Bobby's."
"Sounds great," she replied with a smile.
The couple walked hand in hand to the front desk, where Jessie made her next appointment before heading out to the car. They were only feet from the car when a familiar figure stepped out from behind her car wearing a sinister grin.
"Crowley!" Sam yelled furiously, his hand automatically reaching inside his pants for a weapon.
Using his demon powers, he pushed Sam up against the car, immobilizing him.
"I'm not here to speak to you, Moose," he said with a menacing grin. "I'm here to speak with your wife."
She gazed at Sam helplessly before turning to Crowley with an equally menacing gaze.
"Whatever it is, you better make it quick, Crowley."
He smiled coldly. "I'm glad I have your attention. Now we can get down to business."
A/N: Sorry it's taken so long to update, been working on my other stories as well as it being holiday time. I'll try not to take too long to update since I left a cliffhanger hehe.
Thanks for reading!