There was a knock on the door. Sam got out of bed, slipped on his jeans and opened the door partway, the sunlight was bright after spending all day and in bed with the curtains closed.

"Mr. Winchester?" the kid asked.

Sam nodded.

"Sign here," he handed Sam a clipboard, Sam signed and handed it back. "Here you go," he handed Sam some flowers and a box.

"Thanks," Sam said as he took the items. The kid was already back in his car before Sam realized that he hadn't tipped him.

"Who was that?" Abby asked in a sleepy voice.

"Delivery kid," Sam walked back to their bed. "Should we see what he brought?"

Sam took the strawberries and chocolate sauce out of he box along with the letter. He read it aloud to Abby.

"Who do you think sent it? Bobby?"

"If it was just flowers, I'd say Bobby. Since there are strawberries and chocolate, I'm thinking Dean," Sam laughed.

"You don't think Bobby's ever had strawberries and chocolate syrup?"

"Not that he'd tell us boys about," Sam smiled. "He was scared of all that Dean would find out on his own. He wasn't going to be giving us any tips on romance."

"Well," Abby looked at Sam.

"Well, what?"

"Our baby is hungry for strawberries and chocolate syrup, Sam," Abby beamed up at him. "Open them up so we can enjoy."

They sat on the bed, feeding each other the strawberries and chocolate.

"This was really a good idea," Abby said between bites. "Just enough of a snack to hit the spot."

Sam grinned and caught a drip of chocolate that was sliding off the corner of her lip.

"Oh, gees. Do I have any more on my face?"

"No, it's fine," Sam smiled as he tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "You still hungry?"

"No. Maybe we should go on a walk or something, get some fresh air."

"You can't stand being cooped up with me?"

"I love being cooped up with you," Abby gave him a quick peck. "I just need some sunshine, too."

"Okay, but I've got to warn you, it's bright out there."

Sam liked the feel of Abby's hand on his arm as they took a stroll. It was nice out. Abby was right, the sun did feel good. "Feel like taking any pictures? I brought a camera just in case," Sam gave it to her.

"We need to have someone take our picture together by the Impala again. Do you think the lady in the office will take one?"

"I think she will. We just need to ask," Sam headed toward the office.

The nice lady in the office took a few pictures of the two of them. They stood by the car and outside their guesthouse. "Any other place that's special to you two that I could take a picture of you at?" she asked.

"No, but thank you," Abby replied as she took the camera back. "These will be very precious to us."

"You're welcome," she smiled sweetly and went back to work.

"I'm glad you jumped in there," Sam told Abby in a quiet voice. "I didn't want to tell her that we hardly left our room last year."

"I know, that's why I like this place so much. It's homey and you don't have go to out to get food once you've brought groceries in."

"Have you had enough fresh air?"

"Yeah. Did we bring any fruit with us? I'm hungry again."

"Let's go check," Sam put an arm around her. "If we don't have any, I'll go get some."

"Hmm," Abby put her plate down. "That was good."

"You're not hungry anymore?"

"Not for the moment. Are you?"

"No," Sam shook his head. He put the plates aside and then returned to bed. "I love you."

Abby sighed. "I love you, too. This being pregnant isn't easy on either of us."

"It's worse for you," Sam said. "You're the one who gets sick."

"You have to put up with me," Abby smiled. "We'll be done in a couple of months. Then, we can start our new lives as parents. I hope I'm a good mom."

"There's no way that you couldn't be," Sam told her as she settled in beside him. "You are a very loving and sensitive person. You're all a baby could possibly need. I worry about how I'll be as a dad."

"Why? You're a natural. You do such a good job taking care of me."

"I just didn't have a typical home life."

"Neither did I," Abby hugged him. "We have a somewhat normal life now. We'll do fine. We also have four other adults that will be there to help us."

"Yeah, yeah. You're right. I don't know why I'm worried."

"Because we're new to this. Next year at this time, we'll have a whole new set of worries."

"What a thing to look forward to," Sam said.

"Oh, we'll love it," Abby kissed him. "Having a baby is going to change our lives so much. It's going to be great."

"I'm looking forward to meeting our baby. They'll have their own personality, likes and dislikes. We'll spend so much time getting to know them."

"Just like our baby will get to know us," Abby smiled. "We have all our lives to do it, Sam. That's the wonderful part."

Sam found a whole new reason to love Abby. "Come closer," he whispered.

"Why?"

"So we can spend some more alone time," he breathed in her ear.

Abby put an arm around Sam and rested her belly on Sam's body. As her body changed over the months, they'd had to change how they fit together. It was still a nice fit. Sam had arms long enough to reach around her expanding form. That was a comforting thought for Abby on the days that she felt huge. She would never outgrow Sam.

"I wonder how Sam and Abby are doing," Dean said when he and Kylee were in bed.

"Dean, I'm not even going there with you."

"No, not that. I mean, I hope that Abby's feeling okay. It seems different with the two of them gone. It will all change when a baby is added to the family."

"We won't notice much additional noise during the day with how loud we are. We'll notice it at night when we're trying to sleep. Will that bother you?"

"Do you think we'll hear it up here?" Dean asked.

"If the baby is trying out their lungs, you sure will. Don't you remember when Sam was little?"

"Yeah. But, we just had a motel room most of the time. I wasn't sure how far voices carried in a house."

Kylee looked a nervous and started to bite her fingernail. "I've always thought that we were sort of cut off from the rest of the house up here in our room. Do you think the others can hear us when we're, um, together?"

Dean had to think about it. "The only way we'd know for sure was if we asked them or if they told us on their own. Do you really want to ask?"

"No, of course not!"

"Then, you don't really want to know," Dean chuckled. He saw her look and added, "I could ask Bobby some time when we're alone. He's used to me being blunt."

"Can you?"

"If it means that we can be together in the meantime," Dean smirked.

"I'd love to, Mr. Winchester," Kylee's lips touched his with a kiss that started soft and got more impatient. Dean followed her lead and made a few moves of his own.