Sitting down in the soft rocking chair in the corner of the room, Emma gently rocked back and forth as her son slept soundly in her arms. Claire sat on the lounge, holding the bottle of milk James was drinking before he fell asleep, looking like she wanted to nap too. On the floor of the living room sat Dean and Castiel as they quietly fumbled around with many pieces of baby toys they were trying to put together.
Watching as her father picked up the bright yellow base to the baby walker and flipped it around in his hands, trying to figure out how it went together, Emma let a small smile grace her face. When she was a child all she wished for was getting to know who her father was and now here she was with her own little family and the thought of them all being together made her heart soar more than she ever thought.
