"So does it look the same?" Sam asked as he followed Abby into their guesthouse.

"Sam, look!" Abby went across the room to where there were a dozen pink roses. She read the card and turned to Sam, "They're sweet. You didn't have to do that."

"Yes, I did," Sam put the bags down and put his arms around her. "You are my perfect bride. I'll always remember July 21st."

"You sure you won't forget?" Abby was thinking of all the other husbands she had heard about that forgot the little things to make a woman feel cherished and those who forgot anniversaries.

"It's the day my life changed, Abby. I was no longer just Sam. I became your husband, which is more important."

"You've always been important being Sam. That's the day my dreams came true. I never dared to really dream of a life like we have. I didn't think I deserved a life like this." Abby's hormones got the best of her and she started to cry.

"Oh, Abby," Sam was trying to brush away the tears even though he knew that more would take their place. "I love you."

"I love you, Sam," she got the words out between sniffles. "I'm sorry--"

"It's the hormones, I know," Sam interrupted her with a smile.

Abby had to smile back. "I can't wait until I have my emotions back under my own control. Having a body that resembles a human instead of a blob will be nice, too."

"I love your body," Sam's voice got that tone to it that sent tingles up Abby's spine.

Sam saw that Abby's eyes reflected the love and need that were so apparent in his. He slowly moved his lips to hers. Her heart beat faster with the anticipation of what was to come.

Abby gasped as Sam's thigh happened to touch between her legs.

Sam stopped ravishing her neck and looked at her from the awkward way he was kneeling, being very careful of her belly. "Are you okay?"

"It's just been awhile, Sam," Abby started to blush.

"Yeah," Sam had made love to his wife in every way but one for quite some time. He didn't want to hurt Abby or the baby.

"Can we?"

"Are you sure it's okay?" Sam felt himself start to turn red because it was something so basic that he didn't know.

Abby nodded.

"I don't want to hurt you," Sam was still unsure.

"I would be hurt if you denied me," Abby replied. "I'm not just saying that I want you, Sam. I need you. I need to feel you inside me."

Sam could never refuse his wife. Abby knew that.

Sam had his hand on Abby's stomach, waiting for the baby to kick again. "That's gotta hurt," he said after feeling another hard thump.

"It keeps me up, but it doesn't really hurt," Abby answered him. "It reassures me that our baby is okay, so I won't complain about feeling our baby move around."

"It's still so amazing," Sam told her. "I know you only have a couple months left, but our baby didn't become really real for me until I felt the first kick."

"What about the ultrasounds?"

"It was wonderful to have a peek at how our baby was growing, but it seemed like a television show or something. I know I didn't explain that right. I've always been excited about being a dad, it's just kicked up a notch now."

"In a way that does make sense," Abby smiled at him.

Sam smiled in relief.

"Do you think we're having a boy or a girl?" Sam asked as he ran his fingers through Abby's hair as she rested on his chest.

"I don't know. I know that they would know at the next ultrasound, but I don't think I want to know."

"Have any names that you like?"

"Isabella or Madeline for a girl," Abby paused. "Nathaniel or Thomas for a boy. What names do you like?"

"I haven't thought about it too much," Sam admitted. "I've always liked the name Abby."

"Really?" she turned her face up so she could see him.

"Yeah. She's the love of my life."

"What are you doing?" Kylee asked when she saw Dean scribbling on a sheet of paper instead of getting his hands dirty on a car.

"Just a minute," he didn't even look her way.

Curiosity got the best of her, and she moved closer to see what was so important.

"I'm going to get something special sent to Abby and Sam at the Guesthouses from the baby. It is their last anniversary where it's just them. Next year, we'll be fighting over who gets to baby-sit."

"You baby-sit?"

"Yeah, but I think Bobby will be tough competition."

"I'd bet on you," Kylee told him. "But, Bobby will snag the baby as soon as you're not looking or asleep."

"I guess I'll just have to make sure that I do that often enough so that Bobby gets his time in with the kid, too," he put the paper in his pocket. "Want to take a break and come into town with me to get this ordered?"

They went to the flower store and picked out three carnations: one blue, one pink, and one white. They brought some strawberries and chocolate sauce to send along with the flowers. Dean sent the present anonymously with this note:

Happy Anniversary Mommy and Daddy! By this time next year, you'll have folks fighting over who gets to play with me while you get away for your anniversary. This is the one year that I get to come with. I'm hungry for strawberries and chocolate. I'll see you in a couple months. Love, Baby

"Will this still get delivered today?" Dean asked the saleswoman.

"You bet it will," she smiled at Dean and Kylee. "This is so thoughtful of you. What made you think of it?"

"We're just all excited for the baby is all," Dean blushed at the attention he was getting.

"He's just such a wonderful man," Kylee put her arms around him. "That's why I married him."