A.N./ I've been gone so long! Wow I'm so sorry! But I hope this makes up for it!

Warning: Mpreg (but no graphic birth scene)

"I look like I swallowed a planet." Came Seth's voice from the foot of the bed, he sat staring intently at the soft cotton of Roman's shirt stretched taunt over his middle in the mirror.

"A very beautiful planet." Dean whispered from behind him.

"What time is it?" The eldest man asked, his voice thick with sleep. Receiving no answer he looked at the screen of his phone. "3:42 in the morning. What the hell is going on?"

"I look like a beached whale is what's going on." Seth cried. "I don't wanna be pregnant anymore!"

"Don't say that." Dean wrapped his arms around Seth's small shoulders.

"But I mean it! Then I won't be waddling around and I won't be so moody and fat." Seth crossed his arms over his chest and winced when his arms caught on his tender breast.

"You won't be saying that when she's finally here." Roman slowly sat up and began to stroke Seth's hair. "Just calm down, you're still beautiful and perfect and we love you Puppy."

Seth sighed and returned to his position sandwiched between the two massive hunks of men. Four weeks later Seth had finally gotten over the whole 'I look like a gigantic cow, how can you look at me?' spiel. His due date was rapidly approaching so Dean and Roman had decided bed rest would be the best for Seth, which loosely translated to Seth pouting for the first half hour then he slowly warmed up to the idea of being waited on hand and foot.

"Dean! Roman! Deany! Ro!" Seth called from his bedroom.

Both men bolted in through the doorway and saw the youngest man standing in front of the bed, a wet spot beneath his feet. With a shill scream of, "Don't just stand there! My water broke! Help me you idiots!" Dean and Roman had Seth in the car and to the hospital in a half and hour.

But the actual pushing out of the child took twelve hours and each second was filled with threats to, 'cut both your dicks off if you ever come anywhere near me!' and murder threats. But after the agonizing pain, at 7:25 a.m. a six pound bouncing baby girl was born.

"What are you going to name her?" The pale nurse asked Seth returning his baby to his arms.

"Elsa. Elsa Louise Reigns." Seth beamed up at the two men and they smiled right back.

"Hey baby girl." Dean bent down to place a light kiss on his daughter's-their daughter's-head.

Seth smiled and thought all those months of being a walking parade float was worth it.