Rating: PG

A/N: So the muse can back to town and skipped a bit…I have a part of the sequel already written so it's time to redouble the effort here! Here's a bit of fluffy Mother/ Daughter piece.

Margaret enjoyed the rest of her bath and when she emerged from the master bath, she found her husband and three youngest children lounging on their bed.

"Hey Daddy. Everything OK? She asked as she walked in.

"Indeed," Charles assured her. "I just wanted to spend some time alone with them."

"Feel like everyone's ready to pounce if you make a mistake?" she asked as she put her arm around his shoulders.

"A bit, perhaps," he confided. "It's like I should know what I'm doing but in reality, I don't. This is all so new to me," he added in a small voice. Margaret was stunned. Her husband was so confident in every other aspect of his life that the whole idea of having three infants was scary for him made her feel a bit better.

"Well if it makes you feel better, that's one reason I wanted to come home. I want to learn how to be a parent with you," she said as she kissed his head.

"Really?" he asked in awe.

"Yes. I want us to take care of our brood and figure out how to do it together. I just happen to have a leg up with the physical care stuff," she said with a smile. "I'm so proud of you for doing the diaper change."

"As if Emerson would have it any other way," he chuckled. "Get dressed. People should be arriving in a few minutes for lunch."

A few minutes later, Margaret and Charles padded downstairs with the three babies in tow. Charles helped her get situated on the deck and then went to help for lunch. It was here where Margaret's family found her when they arrived back from church services.

"My goodness, they've let you out already?" Jane Houlihan asked as she approached her daughter.

"Yup. Wanted to get back home to the rest of the troops," she said with a smile.

"Where are my boys?" Alvin asked with no fanfare.

"Tim's right here and Charlie's buzzing around somewhere," she said with a smile. She picked up Tim and handed him to his grandfather.

"Hey Tim. How's Grampie's boy?" the old Colonel cooed.

"Hello Margaret," Cecilia smiled. "How are you feeling?"

"A bit sore but alright. Really glad to be home. Would you like to hold a baby?" she offered.

"Of course. Who can I take?"

"Tim's spoken for but the girls might like a cuddle," she said as she pointed to the basket. The air were just started to wake up from a nap.

"Come see Grannie you sweet girl." She expertly scooped Baby Shiloh out of the basket and handed her to Margaret and went back to take Sophia for herself. "Are the girls helping out?"

"Emerson taught your son how to change a diaper," she laughed.

"They have you doing woman's work?" Charles Sr. teased as his son walked out onto the deck with his oldest daughter. "Changing diapers?"

"He can give his head a shake if he thinks he can make babies and then not take care of them," Emerson added firmly.

"EMERSON!" her grandmother scolded. "Really, that's most inappropriate!"

"Well, it's true," she retorted.

"Speaking of which, after lunch the older girls and I are going for ice cream. If I feed them before, think you can handle an hour solo?" Margaret asked her husband.

"Of course," he said in his usual confident tone. "Of course."

Charles managed the babies while the older girls and Margaret went out and by the evening, Margaret was circulating making sure the older kids were bedded down for the night while Charles sat outside with the babies enjoying the warm summer night. The rest of the wedding guests were already situated at Ben and Honoria's and the Potters and Houlihans had already gone to bed.

Margaret read a story to Charlie who was already near sleep. By the end of the book, she was snoring softly. Margaret tucked him in and made her way to Emerson's room. In true Emerson fashion, she was already passed out cold. After a quick blanket adjustment and a kiss on the head, Margaret moved on to Mary's room.

"Hey sweetheart. How are you feeling?" she asked as she sat down on the bed. Mary was tucked up, reading Little Women.

"I'm ok," she yawned.

"Do you have any questions?" she asked. "About getting your period?"

"No. Emmie took care of me," she smiled. "Thanks though.

"Well if you ever have any question, you know you can always come to Daddy or I, right?"

"Yup," she yawned again as she put the book mark into place. Margaret took the book from her daughter and set it on the night stand.

"Good night Sweetie. I love you."

"I love you too Mom." He eyes closed and she was sleeping within seconds. Margaret quietly walked out of the room, turning off the light and closing the door on her way out. She made her way back down to Charles who was gently singing to the babies under the night stars.

"Everyone down for the night?" he asked.

"Yes. You ready to go in?"

"Yes," he said as he stood up with two babies in his arms.

Twenty minutes later, all of the eight Winchesters were bedded down for the night. Charles kissed the babies who were situated in a bassinette next to the bed. He crawled in next to his wife and pulled her into his arms and inhaled the sent of her shampoo and felt, not for the first time that day, supremely content.