Mary went through the kitchen, a careful eye both on her cooking pots and her 3 year old. She stroked over her pregnant belly and smiled lightly, this would be the last Christmas as three people.
An adorable little face looked up to her, nearly crying. "Santas cookies!" The plate was empty, just a few crumbs where there had been cookies. There weren't any crumbs on Dean's clothes. Since she knew that she didn't do it that only left John.
She grabbed the jar and put a few new cookies on the plate. "And one for you."
Dean smiled wide.