Sam and Abby got packed up at the hospital. Bobby got the house ready for them . He put clean linens on Sam and Abby's bed and in the cradle. He put the diapers and wipes in the bathroom. Nate's small clothes and blankets were in a wicker basket on the dresser. The bottles were all ready to use and Bobby was anxiously awaiting he arrival of a baby into his home. He wished John was here to see it, but he knew John and Mary were watching it all from heaven.

Sam pulled in the driveway and Bobby headed out to meet them. He grabbed the bags and brought them inside while Sam and Abby fussed over the baby. He came back out to see Sam and Abby bundling Nate up like it was sub-zero temperatures.

"Let me help you with the steps," Bobby offered his arm to Abby and she took it. It was slow going but at least she had Bobby to lean on. Sam was right behind them with Nate.

"Do you need to sit down?" Bobby asked her.

"I want to rock Nate to sleep in that rocking chair in our room. I dreamed of doing that before I had him."

The guys got Abby and Nate settled before unpacking.

"How's she doing?" Bobby asked Sam quietly.

"She's nervous," Sam replied. "I don't know if it's because Angel was sick but she's so worried that she's going to miss something important."

"Just be supportive," Bobby told him. "That's all I can say. You're doing great, by the way."

"Thanks," Sam smiled. "Thanks for your help getting home ready for us."

"It was fun," Bobby chuckled. "The last baby I had to get ready for was you."

Nate started to cry and Sam took it as his cue to go.

Abby was jostling Nate around, trying to make him happy.

"Could he be hungry?" Sam asked her.

"I don't know. I guess so."

Sam took Nate from Abby and helped her up so she could sit on the bed. Once Abby was ready, Sam returned Nate to her.

"This isn't going right," Abby complained. "It just isn't working."

"Remember the nurse said you need to relax."

"It's hard to relax when he's screaming, Sam."

Sam sat down behind her and wrapped his arms around her. "Lean back a little," he told her and she did.

Sam helped get Nate quieted down and then brought him back to Abby's breast. Abby had calmed down from coming home and Nate was able to nurse. Once he had latched on and was getting his fill, Abby had settled into breastfeeding considerably. She didn't want to do it all the time or completely, but she'd heard that the first two weeks can be much better for the baby. That's what she was shooting for.

Bobby heard Nate's cries stop as he finished unpacking. It sure was nice to hear a baby in the house again. He didn't realize how much he'd missed it.

Tasha came home from work looking stressed.

"Bad day, Tasha?" Bobby asked from the stove where he was making supper.

"Had to tell Danny today. I'm not sure how he's going to take it."

"You had to tell him, Tasha. You couldn't just leave him hanging."

"I know. Didn't make doing it any easier." Tasha came over to the stove. "Did they bring Nate home yet?"

"Just a little bit ago. I think Abby might be feeding him."

"I'll give them some time, then. I'm going to go wash up since I know that's the first thing they'll ask me if I want to hold Nate."

"Tasha," Bobby called after her and she stepped back into the kitchen. "Are you really doing that okay with this?"

"Yeah. I think I am." Tasha smiled and darted up the stairs again.

Kylee and Dean saw Sam and Abby pull in the driveway.

"Should we stop and see them?" Kylee asked.

"We're greasy," Dean said. "I doubt we'll get anywhere near Nate the way we are. Bobby will help them. We don't want to overwhelm them as soon as they get home. Give them some time and then you can swoop in and take Nate to spoil like a proper Auntie."

"You want to spoil him just as badly," Kylee smiled.

Dean grinned but didn't say a word.

"I'm not the only one Nate turns to mush. He works his magic on you, too, Dean."

"Yeah. So, maybe he does. It's just because he reminds me of Sammy."

"I suppose he would. Do we just do what absolutely has to be done before going in?"

"Yahtzee."

Kylee smiled as she went back to work. She might have a hard time getting Nate from Dean for some Auntie time.

Bobby smiled to himself when he heard Kylee and Dean come in. He knew they wouldn't last too long before they had to come in and see the baby.

"Finish early?" Bobby asked.

"We just closed a little earlier than usual today. It's just those two cars that we'll need to have ready by Friday," Dean replied.

"Couldn't resist Nate?" Bobby couldn't help it. He had to see Dean's reaction.

"It's Nate's first day home. That's damn near a holiday in my book," Dean replied.

"That's fine. Just askin'."

"Do you think he looks like Sammy?"

"I can't tell yet. It feels like having Sammy back, though. That's just because there's finally another baby in the house."

"We'll be down to help you in a minute," Kylee told Bobby. "We need to get the grime off first before we get to hold the baby."

Bobby nodded.

Kylee and Dean pounded up the stairs like a couple of teenagers. Some things never change.

Tasha got upstairs and let out a sigh. Nate was home now. There was no running away. She hadn't exactly lied when she told Bobby she was okay with it. She planned on being okay with it. She just hadn't made it there yet.

She got in the shower and tried not to think about babies. She knew she tended to think too much when she was in the shower. Instead, she tried to think about possibly going on another walk with Bobby.

When she got downstairs, Bobby put an arm around her. "How are you doin' darlin'?"

"My best," Tasha tried to smile up at a him. "Think we can go on another walk tonight?"

"You mean a date?" Bobby smiled.

"Yeah. Want to go on a date with me?"

"Why, Tasha, I'd love to," Bobby kissed her head. "You're doing great. Just hang in there."

Tasha smiled at Bobby. She liked the feeling of his arm around her.

Sam, Abby and Nate came out of their room. Nate was sound asleep and fit in the crook of Sam's elbow.

"He looks just cozy there," Kylee smiled at the sleeping babe.

"He just ate, so he should be good for a nap," Abby said.

Kylee gave her a hug.

"How ya feeling, Abby?"

"Little sore but very happy to be home."

"I bet. If this little one gives you too much trouble, you just let Dean and me know. We'd be thrilled to take him off your hands for a while."

"I think Bobby gets first chance at Nate or he might make us sleep in the scrap yard."

"You know it," Bobby grinned. "I don't get to hold babies much, so I jump at every chance that I get."

Bobby ate quicker than the boys and then claimed Nate as his. "Can't have you dropping food all over your son, Sam," Bobby playfully scolded Sam as he took the bundle from him.

Nate didn't as much as whimper. He just moved so that he was more comfortable in Bobby's arms.

"See? He knows I'm his Bobby," he smiled and teared up. "There were times I didn't think I'd get to see this."

"You didn't think you'd be around?" Sam asked.

"I didn't know if you two would make it past your hunting days to have babies," Bobby wiped a tear away. "Babies are really the best part of life."

Tasha got choked up and excused herself from the table.

"I'm sorry," Bobby said after Tasha, doubtful that she'd heard. He was going to hand Nate back and go after her.

"Let me go," Abby laid a hand on his arm. "Let me see to Tasha. You just enjoy supper with your boys."

Bobby felt guilty for what he'd said but he'd been caught up in his emotions and forgotten about Tasha's pain. He could apologize to her on their date, if she still wanted to go.

"So who do you think he looks like?" Dean asked Sam.

"I don't know. Sometimes he doesn't look like either of us and I swear he's someone else's baby. Depending on what he's doing, he looks like both of us."

"Think he'll hunt?"

"I don't know what Abby would think about that," Sam answered carefully. "He's bound to pick up some hunting abilities just by living here. Look at all the talent he's surrounded by."

"What else would he do?" Bobby asked.

"Soccer?" Sam almost squeaked.

"Sam, Dad always wished you were a boy," Dean shook his head.

"Hey, Tasha," Abby followed her into the living room. "Are you going to be okay?"

"I just need a minute," Tasha gave her a lame smile.

"I'm sorry about your babies," Abby spoke softly. "I wish it would have gone differently."

"Me, too."

"You did all you could, Tasha. It wasn't your fault. There was nothing you could do about it. It was out of your control. Dad made sure of that."

"Do you ever think of him?"

"Not as much as I used to," Abby told her. "I was mad at him for a long time, even after Sam and I got married. I was mad for me and Angel."

"What made it go away?"

"It didn't exactly go away. My life got filled up with so many good things that there just wasn't room for Dad anymore. Sometimes I still have nightmares. I have Angel's ashes in my bedroom."

"I have nothing like that," Tasha started to cry again. "There is no evidence that they were ever here except for my memories of them. To the world, they never existed. It's like they weren't important enough to."

"Oh, honey," Abby gathered Tasha in her arms. "They were important enough. They were loved. The fact that you didn't get to hold them doesn't make the pain any less real." Abby just held Tasha for awhile and then asked, "Are you going to be okay now that Nate is home?"

Tasha nodded. "I love being his aunt, I really do. If I start to tear up sometimes, well, you'll just know why."

Abby gave her another squeeze before they went back to the others in the kitchen.