Casey woke to a loud crashing noise and looked to see that her husband wasn't in bed beside her, and Parker wasn't sleeping at the foot of the bed. The golden retriever was a total daddy's boy, and if Dean was home, the dog was right next to him.

"I'm getting too pregnant for this, Carter." She muttered, looking at the pug who was fast asleep at the door of the bed. She gave her barely visible baby bump a caress as she got out of bed and intended on heading down the stairs, thinking that maybe he had dropped some sort of food item while making a late night snack, but instead was stopped by the light shining from the doorway in the middle of the hall. Leaning against the doorframe, she watched as he attempted to put the crib together on his own, and smiled to herself as a string of curses left his mouth.

"Want some help?" She asked, bursting into hysterical laughter when he jumped.

"Holy shit, bitch. You fucking scared me."

"I figured that out. Do you want some help?"

"I was actually trying to surprise you, but I guess I woke you up, huh?"

"Yeah, but this was so cute. I'm glad you woke me up." She assured, stepping over the various pieces of wood that were scattered on the floor until she was able to sit down in his lap and she pressed her face into his neck, smiling when his arms wrapped tight around her.

"You should be getting a lot of sleep. You're sleeping for two."

"I think the baby just sleeps, babe. I'm jealous. Where's Parker?"

"Downstairs sleeping by the heater. He followed me out the door, then kept going."

"That's Parker." Casey murmured with a grin, hearing his chuckle. "So are we putting this together tonight since we're here, or waiting until tomorrow?" She asked, pulling back to look up at him as he shrugged.

"Let's do it tonight, if that's cool with you?"

"It's fine with me, bunny." She assured, kissing his cheek before moving out of his lap and sitting beside him. "Where are the instructions?"

"The what?"

"The instructions." Casey stated slowly, looking at him as if he was stupid. "You were trying to put this together without the fucking instructions?"

"I think I know what a crib looks like, Casey." He argued and she sighed.

"You know what it /looks/ like. That doesn't mean you know how to put the fucker together."

"Babe, you're right. I'm sorry. The instructions are right here." He reached over and handed her the booklet of paper she requested they use and she flipped through it.

"This is a lot." She muttered and he smirked. "But let's get to work."

They utilized their great teamwork skills, Casey reading instructions and helping to hold pieces together while he used the drill to attach everything. They playfully teased each other through inside jokes and Casey even lightly hit Dean with some of the wood pieces whenever he teased her while she was holding something. A couple hours later, Dean screwed in the final screw with the drill, feeling quite successful. Casey had long since fallen asleep and he looked down at his pregnant wife with her head resting against his arm with a smile.

"Casey. Casey."

"Hm?" She hummed, barely opening her eyes and he kissed her head.

"We're done."

"Really?" She yawned, looking at the crib as she stood, giving it a final inspection. "I give it, and your handiwork, the Casey seal of approval."

"That's good. Let's get to bed kitten."

"For sure. Thank you for trying to surprise me, bunny." She mumbled tiredly, leaning up on her tip toes to kiss him softly.

"Not a problem." He lifted her into his arms and carried her back to their bedroom. "Parker!" He called once he had Casey laid down and it wasn't long before the retriever was laying at the foot of their bed while he got comfortable in bed. "Good boy."

Currently, they were be a family of four. The baby, whether it was Jonathan Junior or Mariah Claire, in about five months would make their family of four a family of five, and he couldn't wait to be called "daddy".