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Chapter 8:
Dean watched as his mom patiently let the nurse spread clear goo over her stomach. The hospital staff kindly let Dean and Dad have the best chairs while they waited in the room with Mom, while she was getting her check up. Dad was chatting happily with the nurse while she continued doing nurse-y things, before leaving to get the doctor.
Dean watched as his mom's eyes glowed, holding hands with Dad. Wow. The baby, he wasn't even born yet, and he was already making Mom and Dad happy. Dean smiled. That was good in his book.
The Doctor came in, a genuine smile on his face. He greeted everyone cheerfully, handing a lollipop to Dean before taking the reins. Dean scooted his chair closer to his parents, and Dad scooped him up.
"Here Kiddo." Dad ruffled his hair, "Lets take a look."
Dean watched as the monitor whirred, its black and white sonogram humming cheerfully. He listened to the adults voices, a calm lull spreading over him. Dean lazily looked at the screen that showed his brother, but Dean didn't think he looked like much of anything.
"Is he supposed to look like that?"
Mom laughed. "He's just really little now."
"Oh."
"Don't worry son," the Doctor pitched in, "he's perfectly healthy, and you can expect a normal birth too. There's nothing to worry about." the Doctor smiled.
TBC…