Abby adjusted well to her medication and didn't have more seizures. She went back to work and just wore a medic alert bracelet in case she had one.

Nate grew like all babies do, quicker than their parents want them to. He was getting all over and getting into everything. Sam was having a hard time keeping up with him.

Nate's newfound crawling abilities caused new issues with the cradle in Sam and Abby's room. So, Nate was moved into his own room. It was a big step for Nate but mostly it affected Abby and Sam. Nate could stretch out more in his crib and decided that he was living in luxury.

Tasha grew. She started to get curvy and Bobby walked around with a silly grin plastered on his face. He loved the idea of being a daddy. He helped Sam reign in Nate during the day when he wasn't working in the scrap yard.

Kylee bounced back from surgery and was back at the garage with Dean. They were doing well. They had plenty of business and she and Dean worked well together. They were given the 'go ahead' on their baby project and Kylee seemed more relaxed around Tasha. She could be happy for Tasha and Bobby because she had renewed hope that it would also happen for her.

Bobby wrapped his arms around Tasha as they laid in bed.

"I love to feel your belly," he whispered to Tasha. "It's our baby growing in there."

"I felt a flutter the other day," Tasha told him. "It didn't feel like a baby moving. It felt more like a butterfly was let loose."

"Can you feel it on the outside?" Bobby asked.

"Not yet." Tasha was silent for a minute. "I'll make sure you don't miss anything. I know how badly you want to feel the baby move and get any kind of glimpse of him or her. I have an ultrasound coming up at my next appointment. Think you'll have to sit down or do you think you'll be able to stay on your feet for that?"

"I don't know," Bobby replied. "If there's a chair, I should probably sit. I'd hate to embarrass myself by fainting like a girl."

"Love you, Bobby."

"Love you, too," Bobby rested his head on his pillow and had his body protectively curved behind Tasha's. His hand was still on her belly. Bobby slept with his family in his arms.

"You doing okay with Nate in his own room?" Sam asked Abby.

"I think so. I knew he wouldn't be in our room forever."

"Kinda nice to have our room back to ourselves," Sam smiled at Abby and placed a hand on her cheek.

Abby smiled back up at him.

Sam kissed her tenderly and felt a tingle when she kissed him back. It had been such a long time for them. So much had happened.

Slowly, clothing was removed and they were able to soak in the feeling of each other's skin. It was like an addiction, it was hard to get enough.

Abby was a little tentative but she followed Sam's lead. Sam went very slow, seeing if she would follow.

It was beautiful and they felt a passion that had been replaced with worry and responsibility. It was back in it's rightful spot, a priority in their relationship. There would always be issues to worry about and stresses of every day life. They needed the connection that their love provided to make it through.

Dean and Kylee were a joyous couple. They enjoyed each other's company at work and took pleasure in each other's arms at night.

After having surgery, Kylee realized how much Dean loved her. The way that he watched out for her and took care of her after she got home erased any doubts she had about him. She was able to relax and that assisted their baby efforts.

Kylee asked Tasha to pick up a test for her at work. Tasha bought two, just to be sure. When she got home, she slipped the brown bag to Kylee in the kitchen. Kylee hid it in the bathroom, under the vanity.

The next morning, before the alarm went off and anyone else was up in the house, Kylee quietly slipped into the bathroom. She took the test and paced the bathroom as she waited for time to pass. When it was finally time to look, she covered her mouth to suppress a cry of happiness.

She double-checked the instructions to make sure she'd read the test correctly. Then, she slid back into bed and started to seduce Dean.

Dean smiled, "Kylee, it's early."

"I know. I didn't think you'd mind," she whispered.

"Oh, I don't mind. I'm just used to being the one who initiates our activities."

"And I can't decide that I want to?"

"No, I'll never try to stop you from deciding that. I encourage you to put the moves on me at any time."

Kylee kissed down Dean's neck and he sighed as he let the sensations take over. When they were busy kissing, touching and breathing heavy, Kylee said, "I need to tell you something."

Dean didn't seem to hear her. He was otherwise occupied.

"Dean," Kylee ran her fingers through his hair. "I need to tell you something."

"What?" he replied but she still didn't have his attention.

"Do I feel any different to you?" She tried a new approach.

"Why?"

"Well, you know me and my body. Do I feel any different?"

Dean was stumped. Had she lost weight and he didn't notice? Was he going to be in hot water for something he missed?

"Should you?" he asked.

"I'm pregnant," Kylee smiled and started to cry. "I took a test earlier this morning. We're going to have a baby!"

Dean looked at her, concentrating on her face with his hand on her cheek. "You're sure?" he choked out.

She nodded.

"Oh, Kylee," Dean's eyes glistened as he was overwhelmed by emotion. "I'm so happy. I love you. I don't know what else to say."

"Tell me you'll still love me when I look like a beached whale," Kylee laughed. "Tell me that you'll be there each step until and after the baby gets here. Tell me this is what you want."

A tear slipped from Dean's eye as he said softly, "I love you and our baby. This is what I've always wanted. You could grow a second head and I'd still love you. We're gonna be old and gray on the porch swing, baby. I'm not going anywhere."

"I love you, Dean," Kylee pulled him to her and breathed in his ear, "I'll still want you when we're old and gray. That's one thing that will never change."

Dean knew, deep in his heart, that he'd acquired the life that his dad had always wanted for him. He was going to be a dad. It was the same as being a king.

The End