A/N: Prompt from an anon; Sam comes home from a long trip to see his wife in bed with their daughter on her chest, and incredible proud feels occur. Fluff oh my god fluff. Thanks!
Silently closing the door behind him, Sam cocked his head. Hearing no humming or sounds of activity, he smiled, his hand resting briefly on the doorknob. Then, straightening and setting his briefcase onto the breakfast counter, taking off his jacket and scarf, hanging them onto the coat rack, and slipping off his shoes next to the ones already neatly deposited by the door while loosening his tie, he tiptoed down the hallway towards the soft glow coming from his and Rachel's bedroom. It was two in the morning, a day earlier than he'd said he'd be home, and he could barely keep himself quiet.
Easing the bedroom door open, pausing just before he could peer in, Sam's smile grew when the sound of his wife's slow breathing filtered through the space he'd made. Finishing the motion, he immediately laughed softly, heart swelling as his knees became weak with love and anticipation and relief. On the bed with half of her body cast in shadow from the bedside lamp, Rachel, draped unevenly over one of their pillows, back bowed with gravity pushing her chin up as she slumbered, glasses skewed on her nose with a book shut halfway over her neck, Eva's small head and hand held supportively in her free hand on her chest, both practically lost in a sea of blankets pulled up to her upper stomach, was the best sight for sore eyes Sam had ever had.
Leaning against the doorway, drinking in the scene, Sam didn't know what he'd done to deserve his two girls. God, how had he missed them. Missed his wife's smile and smell and company, her kisses and hugs, her smaller hand slipping into his whenever they'd had time to spend as a family. Missed his daughter's laugh and excitement and bright, inquisitive eyes as she set out to learn the world, always happy and eager to be with him, to be "daddy's girl."
Padding forward, Sam gently kissed both Eva and Rachel's foreheads, fingers just as gently stroking their hair. Pulling Rachel's glasses off, divesting her of the book a second later, he whispered his love, expertly shushing his daughter back to sleep when her eyes blinked open for just a second. "Just a little bit, baby girl," he murmured, letting her tiny fingers curl around his as she succumbed again, "Daddy needs to get ready for bed."
"Sam?" Rachel mumbled, eyelashes fluttering, and Sam leant over to kiss her quiet, falling back in love with her for the nth time in as many minutes as she kissed him back at just the faintest hint of his lips, "You're back?"
"Yeah," Sam answered, kissing her again, smiling and squeezing her hand when she reached for him, "I'm here. I couldn't stay away any longer."
Smiling against his mouth, Rachel nodded, sighing, already practically asleep again, "Just… Just brush your… Your teeth. 'N come back."
Sam quietly laughed again, and he pressed another kiss against her mouth, knowing she was murmuring her love. "Always," he promised, encompassing both girls in his pledge, making sure it was as serious as it was whispered, "I love you too."
And he did. He really, really did.