"A baby? As in a newborn child?" Dean asked.
You laughed. "Yes Dean, as in a newborn child. What do you say, can we?"
"I don't see how this is my decision," Dean admitted, standing up and bringing his dishes to the sink.
Sam piped up, "I think you guys should do it!"
"Thanks, Sam," Charlie smiled. "I think we will."
You nodded. "I hope we will."
Ever since Charlie proposed to you six months ago you've been asking her when you two can finally have a baby. She'd always tell you that Sam and Dean have to okay it first. That made sense, it was their house, afterall. (If you could call the bunker a house). The process of having a kid was the only other thing tripping you up. Either one of you could have the baby or you could adopt. You were leaning towards adoption since neither of you wanted to carry a baby around for nine months. Plus with adoption you could get a kid of any age.
A perk to being engaged to Charlie was how well organized she was. Quite frankly, you were a mess. Without her you'd be lost. Charlie had simplified the adoption paperwork for you. She'd highlighted where you had to sign and asked for your input on the questions. You really were a perfect team.
"I'm going to go talk to Dean," You stated, walking off to Dean's bedroom.
You knocked on Dean's door, praying he'd answer. Lucky enough for you, he did.
"It's open!" Dean yelled.
You quietly opened the door and walked in, sitting next to Dean on his bed. Dean's reaction to the news of the adoption was not how you expected it to be. You expected him to be happier than you and Charlie were. Dean was your best friend and there was no way he'd miss up an opportunity to have a little kid around, he was family oriented after all.
"What's up?" You questioned. "Don't you want to have a kid around? I get it if you don't, it's your house."
"It's not that," Dean replied.
"Then what is it?" You asked, obviously very confused.
Dean hesitated a moment before answering, "I just thought I'd be the first one to have a kid, y'know? I mean, I am the oldest. Plus you and Charlie are so young! Charlie is only thirty! And you, Y/N, you're only twenty-eight!"
"Oh, Dean…" You muttered. "I'm so sorry…"
"Whatever, I don't care. You and Charlie should adopt a kid, it'd be good for you two to take your relationship up a level," Dean said.
"If you ever need to talk…," You trailed off.
Dean smiled and patted you on the back. "Go back to your fiancee. You two head on down to the adoption center and pick up a kid."
You hugged Dean tightly. "Thank you!"
You stood up and kissed Dean's cheek before heading back to the kitchen. When you got there, you saw that Charlie and Sam were no longer there. It seemed odd that they'd leave the kitchen when they were still eating. Their plates were still on the table. If they weren't in the kitchen or living room you had no idea where they could be. Maybe they went to a bar? No, not at ten in the morning. Well, they could but they wouldn't.
You sent Charlie a text.
'Dean's fine with it. Wanna go shopping for furniture?'
A few seconds later your phone binged.
'Sure. Meet you the car in 5'
Charlie and Sam had been somewhere, but she didn't tell you where. Oh well, you trusted Charlie, it's not like she was having an affair with Sam. You slipped on a purple flannel and tugged on your green Converse before walking out to Charlie's little yellow car.
"Hi," You greeted, buckling your seatbelt.
"Hey, baby," Charlie smiled, leaning over and kissing your cheek.
"Where are we headed?" You asked.
"A children's store, probably," Charlie answered.
You rolled your eyes. "What kid are we going to get?"
"A girl," Charlie said.
"Obviously, but what age?" You inquired.
"Three?" Charlie suggested
You smiled widely. "Sounds perfect to me."
Charlie turned on the radio and the two of you drove to Ikea while jamming out to 90s on 9. A few Whitney Houston songs (and a very long explanation of your day so far) later and you were at the store. Ikea was, by far, your favorite store. You loved how everything was pretty cheap and always had the most fun trying to assemble it with Charlie and the boys. It was easy to put on Sherlock, grab a few beers, and lose yourself in frustration.
As you walked into Ikea, hand in hand with Charlie, you noticed a young mother holding a small child. Your heart melted as you noticed that the child was asleep on their mother's shoulder. You'd been dreaming for a long time of having your own child to hold like that. There was no one you'd rather share the joys of parenthood with other than Charlie.
You gently nudged Charlie's side and pointed at the mother and child. Charlie just looked at you and smiled sweetly. It seemed a bit odd that she was keeping quiet, but you didn't think much of it. The mother noticed the two of you staring and waved, trying not to move too much and wake up her child.
"I can't wait for that…" You whispered.
Charlie smiled and nodded, still not talking.
As much as you wanted to stand and watch the mother and her child, you knew you couldn't. It would delay setting up a new room in the bunker. And quite frankly, there's no way to stare at a random kid without it being creepy. You pulled Charlie through the doors of Ikea and straight onto the escalator. Both of you could already tell that this was going to be an interesting day.
Half-way through the shopping expedition, Charlie popped a question at you. "What if we don't adopt? What if one of us has the baby?"
"Charlie, I thought we talked about this…" You warned.
"Y/N, just think about it," Charlie pleaded. "Just imagine what could happen. We'd have a baby that's ours."
You pondered on her statement for a moment before responding, "Yeah, sure. That's not that bad of an idea."
Charlie hugged you tightly and kissed your cheek. "Perfect! See, this is why I love you!"
"No you love me because I bring you books home from the library every Friday," You reminded her.
Charlie laughed. "What do you say we ditch this stuff, head home, and start planning out all of this baby stuff?"
"After I buy this," You requested, showing Charlie a stuffed broccoli. Well, it could also highly possibly be asparagus. No matter what green vegetable it was, you thought it was adorable and felt the need to buy it.
Charlie sighed. "Only because you're cute."
You quickly kissed Charlie's cheek and skipped off to the checkout aisle, leaving her with the cart of stuff you'd picked out for the child. It was certain that you'd visit Ikea sometime before the baby was born, but neither of you was pregnant yet. As you left Ikea with a stuffed vegetable and too many chocolate bars, you realized something: This baby was going to be born into the coolest family ever.