Mary was sound asleep, exhausted after the long labour. At the window, sat John, with his new-born daughter gently nestled in his strong arms. The baby stared up at the strange face, that she would eventually recognise as her father. John smiled at her. It was safe to say that it was pure paternal love at first sight.

"You're a smart cookie already, baby girl," he whispered, as the new-born frowned at him. "You had us all thinking you were a boy for all those months. I think it's funny, especially since your mother brought out all the hand-me-down clothes that belonged to your brothers. Not a single scrap of pink or anything with bunnies or butterflies. Mommy is gonna have to do some clothes shopping."

The baby gurgled slightly, as she stretched out her arms. The nurses tried to swaddle her earlier, but this was a stubborn baby, and she refused to keep her arms and legs within the blanket. She let out a big yawn, which caused John to chuckle in amusement.

"Oh, I'm sorry if I'm boring you already," he commented with a soft expression, as he stroked his baby's tiny hand. "Well, you've got to put up with your mother's nagging, and my taste in 80s mullet rock for the next eighteen years. You'll get used to it."

The infant grabbed her father's index finger. John kissed her forehead, causing her to wrinkle her face.

"Wait till you meet your brothers," he added, fondly. "They'll just be as surprised as your Mommy and me. Sammy will be so happy, since you turned up on his birthday."

The baby made a soft cooing noise, as if replying to her father's words. He was unaware that Mary, was awake, and watching them both.

"You'll be meeting them very soon," John said. "Their faces will be a picture when they find out they have a baby sister, rather than a baby brother."

John lifted his eyes from his baby girl, only to make eye contact with his wife. Mary smirked.

"I love a man whose good with kids," she remarked, with a mischievous expression. "It's pretty hot."

John rolled his eyes at his exhausted wife, before slowly rising from his chair by the window. The baby made a small noise, as he did so.

"It's okay, sweetie, you're safe," he reassured, as he held the infant close. "Daddy's gotcha."

Mary reached out, and gathered the new-born in her arms. The delicate baby girl grumbled and grunted, whilst scrunching her face up.

"Looks like we have a Daddy's girl," she said, as she comforted the baby. "You'll just be as embarrassed as your brothers, when you hear your Daddy sing. He thinks he's Paul McCartney."

John brought the chair by the window, over towards the bed.

"Ouch, I'm offended, Mary," huffed John, acting hurt. "You know as well as I do, that McCartney can't sing. I'm more like Jon Bon Jovi."

Mary almost choked in mock horror. John had a huge grin on his face, the brightest Mary had seen in a while.

"Insult the Beatles one more time, John, and I'm leaving you" she quipped back.

John leaned forward, with a devilish look on his tired face. He kissed her on the lips. The baby was getting cranky, as she was due a feed. She started to cry. It sounded like a small kitten.

"Alright, baby," consoled Mary, as John helped unfasten the back of her hospital gown. "I know you're hungry."

The tiny infant searched for the latching point on her mother's exposed chest. She grunted and squeaked, before Mary gently guided her towards the correct spot. The baby nursed, quiet contentedly.

"That's it, sweetheart," cooed Mary. "Just take what you need. That's a good girl."

John kissed his wife's forehead, as they watched over their baby daughter.

Afterwards, just as Mary had made herself respectable again, they were suddenly interrupted by a taping noise coming from the glass panel on the door. Outside the door, stood Christina and the boys. Sam looked ready to burst through the door. The old lady was taping on the door with her arthritic hand. John waved them in. First into the room, was Sam.

"Lord almighty, Samuel, you almost knocked me over," chided the old lady, as she supported herself with her walking cane. "That's the last time I ever take a taxi cab, John. The fool of a driver almost broke my cane in the door, and he took more money than he was entitled too."

"Sorry, grandma" replied John, followed by Sam's apology.

The geriatric wobbled over to Mary's side, fixing her large glasses. She smacked her lips, almost making the same gesture as the new-born.

"Now, let me see this precious little thing" she muttered.

Old Christina cooed, as the baby wriggled under her blanket. Sam practically leapt up onto the bed, beside his mother.

"Let me see him, Mom" demanded the eight-year-old, who was beaming with delight.

Dean did a careful inspection of his new sibling, as he stood beside his father. A smirk soon stretched across his face. Sam frowned at his brother.

"What?! What's funny?" he asked.

Mary couldn't help but smile too, as she held up the baby in her arms, slightly, so that Sam could get a better look. It took the little boy several moments, before he gasped in shock. Dean started to laugh.

"Wait? That's a girl?" exclaimed Sam, deeply confused at the revelation. "Mom, I think you and Dad picked up the wrong baby. I've got a little brother."

The new-born made a series of adorable noises, as she screwed her tiny pink face up. Mary shook her head, with a smile on her face.

"I think she was playing a joke on us all, honey" she commented. "She's a perfect, and healthy little girl. Sammy, you've got a baby sister."

Sam was enchanted, as well as bamboozled. Old Christina nodded, as she fixed her glasses once again, whilst checking over the baby with her eyes.

"You see! I'm not mad" the old lady said.

Mary glanced over at Dean, who was about to made a witty retort to his great grandmother's declaration. Her attention went back to her younger son.

"Do you want to hold her?" she asked.

The eight-year-old nodded, holding out his arms. Mary gently placed the baby into the little boy's skinny arms.

"Make sure you support her head, sweetie," she instructed. "Babies can't hold their heads up when their this small. You have to be careful when you're holding her.

Sam followed his mother's instructions, beaming with pride. The baby gazed up at the new face. She blinked slowly.

"What's her name?" queried Sam, as he stared back at his infant sister.

Mary glanced at the old lady by her side, who was too distracted by the tiny new-born.

"Christina," declared Mary, with a soft expression. "Her name is Christina."

The old lady stopped for a moment, her eyes misted over with tears. Her cantankerous exterior dissolved away, leaving a vulnerable side that nobody had even seen before. John got up from his seat to comfort his ailing grandmother, who had raised him as a boy.

"Aw, Grandma," he consoled. "Don't cry."

In an instant, the tough old lady was back. She cleared her throat, and swatted John away with her handkerchief.

"Bah, hospital lights do nothing for my eye sight" she lied.

Mary then turned to her eldest, as she collected baby Christina from Sam's arms. The baby was becoming overwhelmed. It didn't help that an overexcited Sam kept bouncing her up and down in his arms.

"Christina," Mary cooed at her baby girl. "This handsome boy, is you're big brother, Dean."

Dean held his arms out to take his turn in holding the baby. He retracted his arms for a moment, as he was nervous. It had been a long time since he had been around a baby.

"Go on, son," reassured John. "Just be careful with her."

The twelve-year-old was soon holding infant sister. The siblings made eye contact for the very first time. The baby grunted. Mary's eyes widened. She recognised that sound.

"Dean, give her to me" she said.

Dean frowned.

"Why? Am I doing something wro…" he stared.

Baby Christina made her first impression on her eldest brother known, as she hiccupped and spat up all over him.

A:N Sorry for the very very very long break folks, more updates are planned, alongside the other revamped stories. Writers block and working night shifts had interfered a lot with updated and beginning the revamped stories and this mini series.

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