Sam Winchester was used to a hectic life, always on the road, going from place to place with no signs of stopping, and while things were still pretty chaotic, she did not move around near as much. For the last several months, she had remained in one place, kept the same address. She had a home in the lavish house Lucifer had found. She had reached the last trimester of pregnancy, it had been a bumpy ride but she felt it was beyond worth it. Sitting on her bed, she had her back against a mountain of pillows as her legs were outstretched, covered by a sea of soft blankets. She was getting to the point where mobility was not her strong suit, so often this is where she stayed.
As much as she did not like it, she did not protest if it was for the well-being of their child - which they had learned weeks prior would be a girl. Sam allowed one hand to rub rhythmic, soothing circles on her noticeably round abdomen. The other busied itself with changing channels with the TV remote. She groaned at the sensation of a rather strong kick from the baby.
“Ouch!” She exclaimed, rubbing her ribs. “You’re getting so strong.”
Her voice is but a murmur as she whispers to the baby. When the movements subsided, Sam’s focus found it’s way back to the screen. This did not last long, for the presence of Lucifer tore her gaze away. While it had only been a few hours since she had last seen him, hours began to feel like days. Time was a peculiar thing, which relied heavily on one’s perception of reality. She longed for him, yearned for him - more so in the last few months than she ever had in her entire life - and she had always been drawn to him, like a moth to a flame but this was different. It came not just from herself, but from their child. She greeted him with a soft smile.
“Hey,” A pause as she turned off the television, tossing the remote aside. “Where’ve you been?”
