"Whoa, Little Man! Easy with the splashing!" Dean said, holding his arms up in front of his face.

Johnny continued to splash, squealing as the plastic toys bobbed up and down in the soapy water. Dean picked up the washcloth, and started washing off his feet, which were covered in dirt. Once he was scrubbed and cleaned off, Dean pulled the plug out and picked Johnny out of the tub. Wrapping him up in a towel, they moved out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

Marisa was lying on the bed, relaxing, when they both walked in. Taking one look at Dean, Marisa began to laugh. His entire shirt was soaked, and he had some soap suds in his hair. Dean shot her a look, which only made her laugh harder, and went to get Johnny ready for bed. At nine-months old, Johnny became more of a terror everyday. With the new baby on the way, Dean knew that things would get more difficult.

"What happened to you two?" Marisa asked, as Dean put Johnny into his pajamas.

"It rained, " he said, picking his son up off the changing table.

Walking over to the bed, he placed the toddler onto the bed and went to change his clothes.

"More like a flood?" she asked, as Johnny pulled on her fingers.

Dean stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in dry clothes and sat climbed into bed. Johnny quickly turned his attention to him, and started tugging at the necklace around his neck.

"He's into the splashing thing. The kid sent tidal waves everywhere!" he said, as he tickled his belly lightly.

Marisa smirked, wrapping on arm over her large belly. They had four more weeks, until baby's arrival. While Marisa worried about Johnny getting along with his new sibling, Dean worried about going grey before his time.

"I think it's time for you to go to bed, Kid," Dean said, picking Johnny up off the bed.

"Say goodnight to Mommy," he said, as Marisa kissed his chubby cheeks.

Carrying him over to the crib, Dean laid the boy down and pulled the blanket up over him. Walking back to the bed, Dean climbed in and pulled the blankets up. Marisa turned her lamp off, as Dean did, and she snuggled closer to him.

"Goodnight," she said, kissing him softly.

"Night," he replied, yawning.