Summary: You’re nineteen when you get your first recurring acting role in season twelve of Supernatural. There’s an instant attraction between you and Jared, despite the age difference, but he won’t act on it because of Genevieve. When you meet Gen, she gives you the permission to act on your desires. Jared’s whispered confessions of love have your head spinning, until Gen insists that it’s more than okay.
I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Fifty-Nine
Summary: Austin is hit by a storm and you distract yourself with a Q&A with your followers. Your pregnancy is coming to an end as Jensen, Danneel, and the kids come to visit.
Words: 2k + instagram stories
Jared x Reader x Gen
Warnings: pregnancy, mild angst
I Know Your Wife Masterpost
When the storm hit, you had to work extra hard not to completely freak out.
You were supposed to be going to your 18 week scan, hopefully finally finding out whether you were having girls or boys seeing as they’d remained stubbornly in the wrong position throughout the 16 week checkup, but obviously you weren’t able to get there due to the road conditions.
A pipe burst in the house, flooding the floor of what was supposed to be the twins’ nursery and caving in some of the ceiling underneath, and both Jared and Gen insisted that you didn’t help with the cleanup so that you didn’t cause yourself any unnecessary stress at that time.
You had no power or internet connection, so you couldn’t stream, or even call your parents to check in, and it was absolutely freezing outside of the house so searching for connection elsewhere was out of the question. The only real positive of the situation was watching the kids and the dogs play in the snow once it was safe to go outside.
Almost as swiftly as the storm arrived and caused havoc, it was over. The sun came out, the snow melted away and, apart from the future nursery’s water damage, everything went back to normal.
When you eventually got back from your rearranged scan, you decided to hold a little Instagram stories Q&A as you’d been MIA during the whole storm.
You wanted to get back in touch with your followers, especially seeing as Gen was so active and, frankly, making you look bad.
You posted the ‘Ask me anything’ to your story and were shocked at how fast questions started coming in. You found a show to watch in the background while everybody was out before properly settling in to answer some questions.
By the time you'd answered most of the more frequently asked questions, everyone else had returned from their walk.
Bailey was clearly exhausted, walking straight over to you in the living room and flopping down at your feet.
"Did they wear you out, baby?" you asked, scratching between her ears. "You'd always be home with me if you had the choice, huh?"
“She had fun,” Tom told you, coming to sit beside you.
You put your arm over his shoulders, pulling him closer to you.
“Did you?” you asked him.
“Yeah,” he confirmed, leaning against you. “Did you have a good afternoon?”
“I’ve been super lazy,” you admitted, earning a laugh from Genevieve as she walked in.
She leaned in to kiss the top of your head before sitting down on the other end of the couch.
“You’ve got babies to grow, you’re doing your best,” she reminded you.
“I’ve been watching Glee and posting on instagram,” you deadpanned, earning another laugh which made you crack into a smile.
Dallas came in at a run, giggling as Shep chased behind her, Jared following with an exasperated smile.
“Thanks,” you told him as he handed you a lemonade.
You took a sip, offering some to Tom before resting it down.
“No worries,” he told you, picking up the remote control as he sat down.
He stopped the box set and put on a movie that the kids would enjoy, the six of you settling in to watch in a comfortable silence.
*****
Everything continued as normal.
Your time was split between parenting, dog-walking, and streaming - your viewership still growing steadily. You were still in contact with the game production team, spending a few days in the studio to record your sound between scans and all of your other commitments.
By June 30th you were officially the most pregnant you had ever been, and you could absolutely feel it. Your date schedule had stayed in place up until you hit 35 weeks in your pregnancy, your body too tired for any other activities while carrying two healthy babies.
Getting out of bed was a struggle, your belly was so heavy and stretched tight. Your back and boobs had been aching for what felt like months now, and by this point you realised you couldn’t focus on anything for an extended period of time. You sent out a tweet to your followers, joking about going on maternity leave as you couldn’t sit and stream for hours on end anymore.
All of your scans had been positive, and you’d been talking about names for the past couple of weeks. After Dallas came early, you tried to get that conversation going earlier on than in your last pregnancy, which was reassuring as you entered the last few weeks as you felt like you could bond with your babies a bit easier, using the names you’d shortlisted.
You were sat in the nursery which had been complete a few months now, in the same rocking chair that you had in Dallas’ nursery in Vancouver, while you called your parents for your regularly scheduled catch up.
“I’d stand up and show off the bump but honestly I’d rather die,” you jibed, and Danneel laughed while Jensen rolled his eyes,
“I remember that feeling,” Danneel sympathised.
“We’ll be down in a couple days anyway,” Jensen reminded you, and you smiled.
“I can’t believe you’ve nearly been my parents for four years,” you mused, knowing they were coming down to celebrate your adoption anniversary.
“I’ve been your dad for nearly five if we’re honest,” Jensen commented.
“I meant officially,” you laughed, “but you’re right. I can’t wait to see you guys, it’s been too long.”
“I kinda thought the twins would be born by the time we got down,” Danneel admitted. “I was hoping I’d get snuggles.”
You matched her wistful smile.
“We’ll be down for a week,” your father reminded both of you. “A lot can happen in a week.”
“That’s true,” you agreed. “When I found out I was pregnant, I was hoping to go full 40 this time, but now we’re over 37 weeks and I’m just about ready to actually burst.”
You sighed, running a hand over your bump.
“Not to sound uncharacteristically optimistic, but I think I’m ready for them to come now.”
“I for one would not complain if I got to have grandpa cuddles on our trip down,” Jensen chimed in. “And I’m sure JJ and our twins would be pumped to meet them.”
“We’ll see,” you smiled. “If they’re as stubborn and contrary as me, they’ll probably stay in for weeks now that I’ve admitted I’m ready.”
They smiled fondly, and you bit your lip as you considered your next words.
“I know it’s late, but-”
“She’s still up,” Danneel told you before you could even finish your thought. “We put her to bed but made the error of telling her we were about to call you.”
“I’ll get her,” Jensen told you, getting to his feet to go and retrieve your sister.
“She asks about you every day, you know?” Danneel told you. “Always asking about Dallas and the babies, too.”
Your heart fluttered at her words.
“It’s been so weird doing it all without you guys around,” you admitted. “Jared and Gen have been great, it’s just so different from last time.”
She smiled sadly.
“Two days, sweetie,” she reminded you. “We’ll all be reunited again. You can show off the cute new nursery in person.”
You nodded, grinning as you heard Jensen and JJ coming down the stairs.
“I can’t wait.”
*****
“Are you sure you’re good to drive?” Gen asked as you grabbed your keys on Friday afternoon.
“I’m good,” you promised, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek as Jared picked up his keys as well. “There’s five of them to pick up, plus their luggage. Two cars makes sense.”
“I don’t think she’ll spend another second sat here when she knows they’re in the city,” Jared reasoned, bending down to help Dallas into her shoes. “Neither of them will.”
“We’re seein’ Grandpa,” Dallas told him proudly, getting to her feet and taking your hand.
“Yeah we are,” you smiled, looking back at an unconvinced Genevieve. “Babe, I’m fine. If my water breaks I’ll already be in the car anyway, easier to get to the hospital.”
Her mouth dropped open in shock and Jared ushered you and your daughter out of the door before she could stop you.
“She’s kidding,” he told his wife, wrapping his arms around her as you and Dallas got into your car. “We’ll be fine. Just picking them up from the airport, we’ll be right back.”
“Make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid,” Gen murmured, pulling him down for a kiss. “No lifting things.”
“She can barely put her clothes on herself, she’s not lifting anything,” he promised, pulling back and stepping outside. “We’ll see you soon.”
*****
You rubbed at the small of your back as you waited at the arrivals gate, Jared with Dallas on his shoulders as you scanned the crowd for your parents and siblings.
“Do you want to go and sit?” Jared asked, looking down at you in concern.
You shook your head, breathing carefully as you stretched your back out.
“I can sit when we get home,” you reminded him. “I’ve missed them, can’t wait another second longer than I need to.”
He huffed a small laugh, and you looked up at him, wrapping an arm around his waist.
“I appreciate you doing this,” you told him, quiet enough that your daughter wouldn’t hear. “After everything with The Winchesters-”
“They’re your parents,” he replied, meeting your gaze. “It hurt but I can’t hold a grudge, not when they’re such a big part of your life, of our daughter’s life.”
You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, grateful that he was able to consider it water under the bridge for the benefit of you and Dallas. It had come as a surprise to both of you when Jensen had made the post earlier that week, and Jared had taken it considerably harder than you had, but knowing how important your relationship with your parents was to you, he’d been able to push it to the side.
“Grandpa!”
Dallas’ shout and light tug on Jared’s hair grabbed both of your attention, and you looked over to see your family making their way through the crowd.
Dallas scrambled to get down and Jared laughed as he helped her, putting her down in front of him but holding her shoulders so she didn’t run off until they got closer.
Jensen broke out into a little jog and Jared let her run to him, both of you watching with fond smiles as he picked your daughter up under her arms and span her around.
“Surprised you’re not running too,” Jared joked, and you looked down at your bump.
“I would be if these guys weren’t in the way,” you grumbled, grinning as JJ came running up to you.
“Don’t pick me up,” she reminded you as she wrapped her arms around you, and you laughed as you held her against you.
“You’re getting too big anyway,” you told her, smiling at Danneel as she finally reached you with the twins and bags in tow.
“I thought you were joking when you said you’re ready to burst,” she told you, letting the twins run to you as she hugged Jared. “Good to see you.”
Jared smiled as he hugged back before crouching to greet the kids as Jensen came over with Dallas on his hip.
“Nonna,” Dallas giggled, reaching for Danneel.
“Hey baby girl,” she smiled, taking her from her husband so he could give you a hug.
You hugged him tight - well, as tight as you could with two babies in the way.
“Let’s get you home, we can catch up there,” he told you, picking up his bags.
Jared grabbed Danneel’s bag and you and Danneel took two kids each as you made your way back out to the cars.
“I’ve missed you,” JJ admitted, squeezing your hand.
You squeezed back before letting go to find your keys in your pocket.
“It’s been too long,” you agreed, unlocking your car and helping Zep into his car seat. “I hope we never have to leave it this long again.”
I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Fifty-Eight
Summary: Paparazzi meet you and Jared exiting the hotel, forcing your hand at announcing your pregnancy
Words: 2.8k
Jared x Reader x Gen
Warnings: pregnancy, mild angst
IKYW Masterpost
You blinked your eyes open the next morning, a content smile on your face, to find Jared already awake and watching you.
“What’re you doing, weirdo?” you asked, making him laugh softly and sit up.
“You looked so peaceful,” he reasoned, stretching his neck from side to side.
You hummed, smiling up at him.
“Doesn’t sound like me at all,” you joked, and he rolled his eyes as he got out of bed. “Where are you going?”
“Gonna shower,” he told you, unabashedly naked as he found his spare clothes in his bag. “You’re welcome to join.”
“In a minute,” you told him, breaking off into a yawn. “Gotta wake up first.”
“Sure,” he smiled, crawling over to you to kiss you softly before making his way through to the bathroom.
"You're really hot!" you called after him, hearing his laugh over the sound of water hitting tiles. "I'm serious. A great looking guy."
"It's good to know you're with me for the right reasons," he shot back, appearing in the doorway with his hands holding the frame, flexing his arms deliberately to make you grin.
"You're literally the sexiest man I've ever met," you assured him, getting out of bed to find your own clothes for the day.
You'd pulled on a long tee to sleep, but you still felt Jared's eyes tracking your ass as you bent to search through your bag.
"You're not so bad, yourself," he told you, making you laugh again as you backed him into the generous bathroom.
You put your clothes next to his on the counter before running your hands up his chest and over his shoulders.
"I'll remind you of that in a few weeks when I can't fit through a doorway," you jibed.
He shook his head, hands instantly going to your ever-growing bump.
"You're still hot when you're pregnant," he assured you, encouraging you to take your sleep shirt off.
"You've only seen me pregnant with one baby at twenty," you reminded him, pulling your top off and heading for the shower. "Now it's two at twenty-four."
"Yeah, and you're still gonna be sexy as hell," he promised, following you in. "I'm always gonna think you're hot."
"Oh yeah?" you grinned, standing under the warm stream and pulling him towards you.
He nodded, his hands slipping over your waist to the top of your ass.
He ducked his head to kiss you under the water, and you grinned against his lips.
"Prove it."
*****
You left the hotel in thick leggings and a sweater, regretting your disregard for your appearance when you noticed a camera pointed your way.
“Fuck,” you groaned behind your mask, Jared instantly taking your hand and walking you towards the car.
“We’re okay,” he told you, both of your bags over his shoulder as he offered a small wave with his free hand. “Someone obviously tipped off that we’re here.”
You shook your head as you approached the car, keen to get inside as soon as possible.
“What’s wrong?” Jared asked, putting your bags in the back before getting into the front.
You were already strapped in, taking your mask off and sanitising your hands again.
“I look like shit,” you started, pressing on as he rolled his eyes and cleaned his own hands. “Plus, I’m clearly either pregnant or fat, now.”
“You don’t look fat,” he dismissed, starting the car.
“Then I’m obviously pregnant,” you insisted, tugging at your sweater. “This doesn’t exactly hide the babes very well.”
“Is that what we’re calling your boobs, now?” he teased, making you laugh despite yourself.
“Stop, I’m serious,” you told him. “I don’t want this pregnancy to be outed by some stupid pap shots.”
You leaned your head back against the rest, closing your eyes as your hands went to your bump.
“I wanted to announce it my own way, this time,” you mused, “Not have my hand forced. Again.”
Jared sighed, feeling guilty as he knew it was his slip up that had forced your announcement with Dallas.
“You’ve probably got about an hour,” he told you, “Maybe a little less, until a shitty article comes out. You could… you could beat them to it. Make their breaking news a little less breaking.”
You opened your eyes, looking over at his profile as he drove.
“You think that’s a good idea?” you questioned, and he shrugged one shoulder, briefly meeting your eye.
“I understand that it’s important for you to be in control of this,” he explained, his honesty and level of understanding taking you by surprise. “So much of your life has been out of your hands, and being able to announce this in your own way… I get it. Whatever you want to do, I’m in.”
*****
You called Gen on the way home, not wanting to wait until you got back, talking to her on loudspeaker so Jared was still a part of the conversation.
She understood that you wanted to announce it before any pictures were released, supporting your decision to post whatever you wanted.
You kept her on the call as you described what you were doing, finding a picture you’d taken the day you had found out you were pregnant shortly before Thanksgiving and creating an instagram post.
“I’m gonna… I’ll turn comments off,” you told them. “I don’t actually wanna talk about it all until we’re 16 weeks at least, but I need to be the one to say it.”
“Of course,” Gen agreed. “We support you, don’t we, Jare?”
“For sure,” Jared confirmed. “We can post it and forget about it for a few weeks, if that’s what you want.”
“Alright, I’m doin’ it,” you mumbled, making sure that comments were turned off before hitting send.
“Proud of you, baby,” Gen told you, making you laugh softly. “I know this isn’t how you wanted to announce it, but taking back control from dumb paps? That’s our girl.”
“Hell yeah,” Jared agreed, reaching across to take your hand. “You did good.”
“Sure,” you allowed, your phone already blowing up from your post. “Gen, we’re nearly home.”
“Alright, see you soon,” she told you, you and Jared both saying goodbye before you hung up.
“That was a good idea, right?” you asked, looking over at Jared as he continued to drive.
“For sure,” he confirmed without missing a beat. “I would’ve tried to stop you if it wasn’t.”
You smiled to yourself, running your hand over your bump as you watched likes and messages come in.
“It’s gonna be a weird couple weeks.”
*****
*****
You, Jared, and Gen had all contacted your agents when you got home, explaining that despite the announcement, you weren’t yet interested in expanding any more about your pregnancy. Jared had an interview upcoming with Good Morning America coming up - something you’d all forgotten about in the moment - but he had requested as little talk about the news as possible. He was happy to be congratulated, but beyond that you’d agreed to keep the details quiet until the twins had been cooking a little while longer. The only real detail you already had was the fact that they were identical, anyway.
The shots of you and Jared leaving the hotel came out soon after you returned home, with the source calling it your first outing since announcing your pregnancy, despite nothing being announced before said outing. Others commented on the fact that you were without Genevieve, speculating that she might not support the new additions to the family and that your relationship might be on the rocks. As soon as Gen saw one of those theories, however, she made sure to share your post to her story, simply stating that she couldn’t wait to meet them, hopefully dispelling as much as much of those rumours as possible.
*****
You and Gen were entertaining Dallas in the living room while Jared prepared for his interview in the office, the boys still at school for a few more hours.
Your stomach let out a loud gurgle, surprising your daughter from where she was sat at on the floor, Gen sat behind her braiding her hair.
“Sorry, baby,” you apologised, running your hand over your bump.
“S’that twinnies?” Dallas asked, making both you and Genevieve laugh.
“That’s just Mama being hungry,” Gen told her, running her fingers through Dallas’ hair and starting the braid again.
“But it is kinda the twinnies’ fault,” you allowed, getting to your feet. “I’m eatin’ for three.”
“I’m three,” Dallas announced, and Gen abandoned the braid in order to wrap her arms around her, pulling Dallas onto her lap.
“You are,” she laughed, kissing your daughter’s cheek. “You gotta stop growing, okay? You gotta stay this cute forever.”
“M’kay,” she agreed, leaning back into Gen’s embrace.
“Alright, ladies,” you began, getting to your feet, “What do we want for lunch?”
“I don’t mind,” Gen told you, putting her head on Dallas’ shoulder. “What about you, Bambina? Any requests?”
“Mac ‘n’ cheese,” she blurted, smiling up at you sweetly. “Please, Mama.”
Your stomach rumbled again at her words, making you laugh softly.
“Sounds like the twinnies agree,” you joked, Dallas grinning back at you. “I’ll start cookin’.”
“What do you say?” Gen prompted, and Dallas got up, rushing over to hug your legs.
“Tank you, Mommy,” she spoke into your thigh.
“You’re welcome, Dallas,” you smiled as you ruffled her hair, making a mess. “Let Bambi fix that and I’ll go make some macaroni.”
*****
Jared handled the interview as well as you could have hoped.
You knew he was especially conscious not to let anything slip, this time, and you were aware that it was going to be difficult if he was directly asked questions about it.
“They congratulated us,” he told you once it was over, joining you in the kitchen as you prepared your lunch. “Well, me, but us.”
“We kinda knew they would,” you allowed, leaning into him as he wrapped his arm around your waist.
“I just thanked them and said we’re all excited,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head. “They moved on to working with Gen and Walker questions pretty quick.”
“Good work, baby,” you smiled, leaning up to kiss him softly. “Dallas and the twinnies wanted mac and cheese.”
Jared smiled, pulling away from you in order to lean against the counter next to the stove, where you were heating the sauce and boiling the pasta.
“The twins wanted it, huh?” he asked with a knowing grin.
“They did,” you defended. “I wouldn’t usually be hungry this early if it wasn’t for these little guys.”
Jared rolled his lips between his teeth, trying to suppress another smile.
“What?” you asked, and he shook his head slightly as he let out a laugh.
“I’m just excited,” he admitted, smiling bashfully. “We’re having twins.”
“Yah, two of ‘em,” you confirmed, making him roll his eyes.
You switched the heat off under the pasta, looking up at Jared hopefully.
He took the hint without a word, taking the pot to the sink to drain the macaroni while you stirred the sauce to stop it from sticking. He brought the pot back over, carefully pouring the cooked pasta into the sauce as you continued to stir.
“Look at you, making an actual meal from scratch,” Jared teased, causing you to huff a laugh.
“I’ve been a competent cook for a while now,” you defended, and he nodded.
“I know, you’re great,” he agreed, washing the pasta pot at the sink. “But seeing you cook while pregnant reminded me of last time. When I taught you to make that veggie lasagne.”
“I was absolutely useless back then,” you remembered, and Jared raised a brow.
“In the kitchen, maybe,” he allowed.
You caught the glimmer in his eye, swatting him with the back of your hand.
“Get away, you pervert,” you teased, pulling out a dish to finish the mac in the oven.
“I’m just sayin’, we’re good at what we do,” he grinned. “We’ve made three babies.”
“Go and talk to the first one,” you laughed, pretending to push him away. “I’ll call y’all for lunch in a few.”
“I love you,” he told you over his shoulder as he left.
“Yeah,” you replied, fighting a smile. “I love you too, loser.”
*****
You were all sat in the front room, Jared’s laptop open on the coffee table as the six of you spoke with Gen’s mom on FaceTime when the boys were home from school that afternoon.
She’d called for a general catch up, and the kids were happy to tell her every little detail about what they’d done since their last call together.
Your phone started to vibrate in your pocket, and you instantly apologised as you pulled it out.
“It’s my dad,” you noted, looking at Jared before back at the screen. “Sorry, he never really calls.”
“It’s fine, sweetheart,” Camille told you. “It was lovely to see you.”
“You too,” you agreed, answering the video call from Jensen as you left the room.
“Thought you were gonna leave me to ring out,” he joked, making you roll your eyes fondly.
“We were talking with Gen’s mom,” you informed him, heading up to your bedroom. “What’re you calling for?”
“Wow, rude,” he teased. “Can’t I just call to talk to my daughter? My sweet, sweet child that I love so much? The apple of my eye?”
You laughed despite yourself.
“You’re such a drama queen,” you told him, sitting against your headboard. “Did you actually just call for a chat, or-?”
“Yeah, kinda,” he admitted, laughing softly. “Dee’s entertaining the kids, figured I’d take a break and call you.”
“You getting tired of being their horse?” you asked, having seen the video Danneel posted the day before.
“Honestly, yeah,” he laughed. “I’m getting old.”
“Don’t talk about my dad like that,” you grinned, earning a fond smile.
“If you’ve gotta get back to your call, I don’t wanna keep you,” he told you, and you shook your head.
“It’s okay, the kids are boring Camille to death, I’m pretty sure,” you explained. “So, what do you wanna talk about?”
He hummed, contemplating.
“How about your completely blasé pregnancy announcement?” he offered. “What was all that about?”
You laughed, running the hand that wasn’t holding your phone over your ever-growing bump.
“Me and Jared got papped coming out of a hotel,” you explained, “And I was pretty clearly pregnant, so I figured I should just announce it before there was a chance to make it into some kinda scandal again.”
“Smart,” Jensen agreed, scratching his bearded chin. “What were you and Jared doing at a hotel, anyway?”
“At the hotel?” you clarified, and he nodded. “Sex, mostly. Some sleeping.”
You laughed at the instant look of exasperation on his face; a roll of his eyes together with a soft tut.
“That’s… that’s clearly not what I meant,” he reminded you.
“It was date night,” you explained, taking pity on his evident disappointment with your first answer. “Last weekend was me and Jared, this week is Jared and Gen.”
“So the odd one out stays home with the kids?” Jensen asked, and you nodded.
“Yep,” you confirmed. “Basically realised we don’t spend a lot of one-on-one time with each other. Like, we have three kids. And our usual date nights were all three of us, so we’re changing it up a bit.”
“Makes sense,” he agreed.
“Gonna try and do it weekly until the babies arrive,” you told him.
He nodded, taking in what you were saying.
“What?” you asked, when he didn’t respond for a while. “What are you thinking?”
“You’re happy, right?” he questioned, making you frown slightly.
“About what?” you asked, and he shrugged.
“Everything, I guess,” he sighed. “Your relationship.”
The question took you by surprise, the sincerity in his expression leading you to believe that he thought you might not be.
“I love them,” you assured him. “Jay, I wouldn’t have wanted another baby with them if I didn’t. They’re good to me, they put up with my shit and call me on it when I’m being an idiot.”
“And you’re happy?” he clarified, making you laugh softly.
“Yeah, Dad, I’m happy,” you promised. “You’d be the first to know if I wasn’t.”
“That’s a lie, you’d call Danneel,” he protested, and you nodded in defeat.
“Y’all are a unit, though,” you reasoned. “Calling Danneel is the same as calling you.”
“Yeah, well. Maybe call me a little more,” he shrugged, and realisation hit you that he had been feeling a little left out.
“Is this your way of telling me that you miss me?” you asked, earning a soft laugh.
“Yeah, I guess it is,” he allowed. “Call your dad, once in a while.”
You nodded, pulling your legs up under you.
“Alright, I’ll keep that in mind,” you assured him. “Now tell me what’s going on with you.”
I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Fifty-Seven
Summary: Jared takes you on your first date, just the two of you. (Still set during the pandemic)
Words: 2.9k
Jared x Reader x Gen
Warnings: pregnancy, pre-smut
IKYW Masterpost
There had been tonnes of speculation as to why you were at LAX on Monday morning.
Part of your contract with Naughty Dog meant that you weren’t able to tell people about the game you were working on, but you added a picture of Jared and Tom to your instagram story the day after you returned, dispelling any rumours that your relationship was on the rocks.
I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Fifty-Seven
Summary: Jared takes you on your first date, just the two of you. (Still set during the pandemic)
Words: 2.9k
Jared x Reader x Gen
Warnings: pregnancy, pre-smut
IKYW Masterpost
There had been tonnes of speculation as to why you were at LAX on Monday morning.
Part of your contract with Naughty Dog meant that you weren’t able to tell people about the game you were working on, but you added a picture of Jared and Tom to your instagram story the day after you returned, dispelling any rumours that your relationship was on the rocks.
You were grateful to see that you had support from at least one person, as the stewardess from your first flight had defended you when someone had replied to her picture of the two of you, questioning why you would be so careless as to fly during a pandemic.
FYI, @dittoackles was the most COVID-conscious passenger I’ve seen since this thing began. Re-cleaned her own seat, sanitised often, had her mask on constantly. I highly doubt she would’ve been travelling if she didn’t have good reason.
You quoted the tweet, explaining that you were travelling for work and spent as little time as possible outside of your hotel room while you were away. You obviously couldn’t explain any more about your work but, with your tweet and your story, people seemed to get off of your back about the situation.
*****
You finished your stream on Monday evening, signing off and updating your schedule to include The Last Of Us Part II later in the week, before finding Jared in the front room.
“How was work?” you asked, letting him pull you down onto the couch beside him.
He’d got home while you were still streaming, so this was the first time that you’d really had together all day. Gen was in the bath and all of the kids were in bed, leaving the two of you alone downstairs.
“Yeah, good,” he answered absently, leaning in for a kiss. “You?”
“It’s barely work,” you laughed, allowing him to rearrange the two of you on the couch.
He put one leg along the cushions, sitting against the arm with his other foot on the floor, before encouraging you to lean back against him with your legs up.
“Comfy?” you asked, and he huffed a laugh as his arms wrapped around you, his hands resting on your belly.
“Yeah,” he confirmed, and you allowed yourself to lean fully into him.
“Tell me if I get too heavy,” you murmured, and you heard him tut.
“How have you been today?” he questioned, absently rubbing your bump.
“Missed you,” you replied, “And I was sick again this morning, which obviously sucks.”
“Oh, babies,” he sighed, kissing your neck. “Why do you gotta do this to your mommy?”
You laughed, hugging his arms to you.
“It’s one day out of the last two weeks,” you reminded him. “They’ve been good to me.”
“They’ve made you sicker than Dallas ever did,” he retorted.
“There’s two of them,” you told him, turning enough to look at him properly. “Jare, I’m fine.”
He hummed, letting you kiss him firmly.
“Stop being such a weirdo about it,” you insisted, kissing him again.
He sighed, resting his temple against yours.
“I don’t like it,” he admitted.
“Don’t like what?”
“That I barely spend any time with you,” he explained. “Like, technically we should be seeing each other more this time around. We live together, we share a bed every single night, and I’m still missing so much. You’re still doing a lot of it alone.”
Your heart twinged at his words, and you closed your eyes as you leaned into him.
“It’s not like you could really do anything,” you reminded him. “You’re working, our schedules are a little out of sync, but that’s okay.”
“I know,” he allowed. “I know. I just miss you, I guess?”
The admission made you smile, shifting again so that you could kiss him properly.
He kissed back, one hand leaving your bump to cup your cheek.
You pulled away, looking into his eyes as you bit your lip through another grin.
“What?” he asked, your smile infectious.
“We should go on a date.”
Jared laughed, tucking a loose hair back behind your ear.
“I’m serious,” you told him, moving away from him enough to tuck your legs under yourself and face him. “Like… COVID safe, obviously, but we should.”
“We do date nights at least once a month,” he reminded you, but you shook your head.
“No, I mean,” you sighed, trying to explain yourself, “I know we do. But I mean just me and you.”
A slow smile grew on his face.
“You wanna date me?” he asked, teasingly.
“Yeah,” you answered easily, “Of course I do.”
“Wait, for real?” he questioned, making you laugh in disbelief.
“Duh,” you rolled your eyes. “Think about it, we’ve been together for, what, nearly four years? And we’ve not been on a single honest to God date in that entire time, just the two of us.”
It sounded dramatic, but it wasn’t a lie.
You’d been out alone with Gen a couple of times, but never just you and Jared. Not on an official date, anyway.
“Unless you don’t wanna date me,” you added, exaggerating a pout.
“Of course I wanna date you, you dork,” he laughed. “We’ll do something at the weekend.”
“Good,” you smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly. “You can plan it.”
Jared laughed again as you got to your feet, pinching your ass as you passed him to go to the kitchen.
"You can't ask me on a date and then make me plan it," he called after you, making you grin.
You turned to face him in the doorway, finding him watching you leave.
"I can, and I did."
*****
You’d talked it through with Gen on that night and decided that, from Saturday onward, you would try to have a date night every weekend; at least until the twins arrived.
The first would be you and Jared, as already discussed, then you would alternate between the pairs, and finally one of your more usual date nights with all three of you together.
“Gotta keep the relationship fresh,” Gen had joked as you let your hair out from your braids that night.
The rest of the week passed by in your same routine, and no matter how much you pestered, Jared wouldn’t tell you anything that he was planning for your date.
That Thursday night was the Walker premiere, so you took an evening off of streaming to watch with Jared and Gen.
It was fun for you to finally see what they’d been working on all this time, and you realised how Gen must have felt watching Supernatural while the two of you were away.
Once it ended, Jared asked what you thought of the show, based solely on the pilot.
“You make a super hot cowboy,” you told him, making him roll his eyes as Gen agreed.
“Right?” she laughed. “He’s so hot.”
“For sure,” you grinned, leaning in to kiss the annoyed pull from Jared’s lips. “It’s great, baby. I’m proud of you guys.”
“One day we’ll do a show with all three of us,” he mused.
“Technically we’re all in Supernatural,” Gen reminded him, and he groaned, looking over at her.
“I mean in like… the same episode, at least,” he clarified.
You got to your feet, stretching your back and rubbing at the small with your fingertips.
“If you’re renewed for season two you can get me in as a random guest,” you told them. “These babes will be little but I’m sure I can do a guest episode.”
Jared smiled as Gen moved your hands away so she could lightly massage your lower back.
“I heard you already tried to get a guest spot on The Boys,” he teased, making you laugh softly as you leaned into Gen’s touch.
“Hey, what’s the point in having Jensen as a dad if I can’t use a little bit of nepotism?” you joked. “Gotta get me on one of those fancy Prime shows. Make me a household name.”
Jared and Gen both laughed and you turned around, placing a light kiss of thanks to Gen’s temple.
“Still sore?” she questioned as you rubbed your back absently.
“Kinda,” you allowed. “But like… there’s two babies in me.”
Jared’s retort was cut short by the sounds of little footsteps coming down the stairs.
“Dal,” you murmured, your guess proving correct as your daughter’s little frame appeared in the doorway. “You should be asleep, Baby Dits.”
“Yah.”
She yawned as she answered, her eyes scrunching shut.
Jared got to his feet, making his way over to your daughter and scooping her up into his arms as if she weighed nothing.
“What’re you doing down here, monkey?” he asked, and she shrugged as she sat on his hip.
“Woke up,” she explained.
Her hand went up to find Jared’s hair, an annoyed frown pulling at her brow, and you shared a look with Genevieve.
“Will you stay in bed if I take you up?” Jared asked her, letting her twirl some of his longer strands.
“After a story?” she bargained, and he smiled as he kissed her cheek, already walking towards the stairs.
“You drive a hard deal, baby girl.”
You started to lead Gen out of the living room, a small smile pulling at your lips.
“She misses his long hair,” you told her, causing her to laugh.
“She’s literally the only one,” she joked, squeezing your hand before letting go to pinch your butt.
“I don’t know, I get asked at least once per stream if I can convince him to grow it back out again,” you told her, making your way through to the kitchen. “Obviously I’m not gonna do that.”
“Obviously,” she grinned. “He’s like a whole new man.”
“So hot,” you agreed, pouring yourself a glass of water. “Speaking of our hunky man-”
“I’m not allowed to tell you anything about your date,” she interrupted, knowing exactly where you were going.
“Fuck’s sake,” you complained, leaning against the counter. “I hate surprises.”
“You’ll like this one,” she promised. “And you’re the one who wanted him to plan it in the first place.”
You rolled your eyes as she retrieved a couple of beers from the fridge for her and Jared.
“You’re gonna have a good time,” she promised. “Take it from someone he’s dated before. He knows what he’s doing.”
“Alright,” you allowed, kissing her back as she leaned in.
“Get ready for him to romance your pants right off,” she grinned, kissing you again before making her way back through the house.
“I’m already pregnant,” you reminded her as you followed her back to the couch. “My pants are staying on.”
She raised her eyebrows as she took a drink from her bottle.
“You say that now,” she murmured, a smile pulling at her lips.
You laughed, throwing your legs up onto her lap. She instantly rested her arms over your shins, leaning back into the cushions.
“For real, you gotta stop asking me about it,” she requested, her voice taking on a slightly more serious tone. “He made me promise not to tell you what he’s planning, and I’m certain you’re gonna have a good time, so stop being weird, okay?”
You nodded, leaning to place your glass on the floor beside you.
“I’ll stop asking,” you assured her, earning a pleased nod in return. “I can’t promise not to be weird, though.”
“Of course,” she laughed. “That was far too much to ask.”
*****
Jared told you to pack a bag on Saturday afternoon; your first indication that you were going to be staying out all night.
You packed a change of clothes in an overnight bag, changing your current outfit in the process.
You’d been told that there was no need to dress fancy, but this was a date. The first date you’d been on with a guy since you were at drama school, so you felt like you should at least make a bit of an effort.
You made your way downstairs with your bag over your shoulder, finding everyone in the front room.
“Alright,” Jared grinned, getting to his feet and ruffling Tom’s hair before taking your bag from you. “I’ll meet you in the car.”
You smiled as he kissed your cheek, making your way over to the kids.
“You gotta be good for your mama,” you told the boys, earning a laugh from Genevieve.
“I’ve got this,” she assured you. “Go, before Dad leans on the horn.”
“I’m going,” you promised, squeezing Dallas’ cheeks. “Be good for Bambi. I’ll see y’all tomorrow.”
“Have fun, Mama,” Tom told you, and you patted his shoulder on your way out.
Jared was waiting for you at his car, opening the passenger door upon seeing you leave the house.
“How romantic,” you teased.
“Your chariot awaits,” he joked back without missing a beat, helping you up into the car.
“You gonna tell me where we’re going yet?” you asked once he’d got in beside you.
“I’ll tell you when we get there,” he grinned, leaning across to kiss you softly. “Won’t take long.”
*****
You smiled as Jared pulled into a drive in theatre, seeing that Jurassic Park was the movie of the evening.
You waited for him to put the car in park before undoing your seatbelt and turning to face him.
“So,” you grinned across at him. “Did you take me here to make out in the back seat like a couple of horny college kids?”
He laughed, sliding his seat back to make a little more room for his legs.
“I took you here because we’re unlikely to be seen and I thought it would be fun,” he explained. “We can make out in the back seat if you want, but I figured we could order some chips and queso and watch a movie. Save the making out for the hotel.”
“They have queso?” you asked as he pulled his phone from his pocket.
“They have a bunch of Tex-Mex, and chilli cheese fries, I’m pretty sure,” he told you, handing you the menu on his phone.
You took his hand before he could pull it back, bringing it up to your lips to kiss his knuckles.
“I love you,” you told him, squeezing his hand. “This is perfect. You’re amazing.”
“You mean I might be able to get to second base on our first date?” he teased, letting go to cup your cheek.
“Maybe even third,” you replied, leaning over to kiss him firmly. “I’m serious, though. Thank you.”
He laughed, kissing you again before letting you sit back in your own seat.
“It’s been a long time coming.”
*****
You wore a hoodie and a mask as you left the car at the hotel after the movie, walking hand-in-hand with Jared as you entered the lobby.
Jared did all of the talking, taking your bag from you once he’d been given the room key before leading you towards the elevator.
You raised your eyebrows at him as he used his elbow to press the button for the top floor.
“What?” he asked through his mask. “I’m not gonna touch it.”
“That wasn’t what the look was for,” you assured him. “Top floor?”
“I’m trying to woo you,” he reasoned, making you laugh. “Hey, it’s a date! I’m allowed to try and woo you on a date.”
His indignant argument had you fighting back another laugh as the elevator doors opened and you stepped out into the hall.
“You’ve literally already put three babies in me,” you reminded him. “Consider me wooed.”
“Oh, so should we just get back in the elevator?” he asked, turning to face you and walking backwards down the hall. “We could just go back home, if you’ve had enough of my romance.”
“No,” you backtracked. “No, sorry. Woo away.”
He stopped outside the door, letting you into the most beautiful suite you’d ever seen.
“Jesus,” you murmured, taking off your mask once you were inside, walking straight to the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The suite looked over the lake, the city lit up at night creating an amazing view from your window.
“This is gorgeous,” you announced, turning to find that Jared had already made his way through to the bedroom.
You followed him, finding the room already lit with candles as he placed your bags on the couch.
“Are you more on board, now?” he questioned, tucking his mask into his pocket before removing his coat.
“I was on board this whole time,” you assured him, walking over and putting your hands on his waist. “This whole time, I promise.”
“Oh yeah?” he smiled, draping his arms over your shoulders. “It’s not just because of the view and the candles, and the massive bed?”
You pulled back, pulling your hoodie and tee over your head in one motion, revealing a black lace bra.
“I put this on before I saw the suite,” you told him, watching as his eyes instantly fell to your chest.
He caught himself, very deliberately looking back at your face as he cleared his throat.
“You’re allowed to look,” you laughed, grabbing his hands and bringing them back to your waist. “You’re supposed to look.”
He smiled, his thumbs moving in circles against your skin.
“You mean I might actually make it to third base on a first date?” he asked, and you grinned as you reached a hand up to cup his neck.
“What can I say?” you grinned, scritching his hairline. “I’m easy.”
Hi! So I read your IKYW a while ago and hadn't checked in on it in a bit (so good btw, gotta go back and finish it) but I realized a little while ago that your story has totally changed my thoughts on Jensen. Before, I was like, omg he's so hot and now I'm like yeah he cute but now he radiates pure dad vibes to me....does that make sense? lol
You wrote him so well as a dad it's rewired my brain lol
This is quite possibly the most relatable message I’ve ever received. The man radiates dad vibes since writing this thing.
It’s been well over a year since I last posted. I haven’t logged in since then, and I’ve got back to hundreds of messages so I’ll answer the pressing one here:
I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) is coming back.
As self-centred and conceited as it sounds, like a lot of you I have been rereading that story and have missed it. Unlike you guys though, I’ve been able to read the unpublished parts from my google docs.
So I’ll be publishing these soon, and possibly even be writing more if the ideas keep flowing like they are right now.
Feel free to message me with any questions etc, and my old friends on here - I’d love to talk to you guys again! I’ve missed you all
It’s been well over a year since I last posted. I haven’t logged in since then, and I’ve got back to hundreds of messages so I’ll answer the pressing one here:
I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) is coming back.
As self-centred and conceited as it sounds, like a lot of you I have been rereading that story and have missed it. Unlike you guys though, I’ve been able to read the unpublished parts from my google docs.
So I’ll be publishing these soon, and possibly even be writing more if the ideas keep flowing like they are right now.
Feel free to message me with any questions etc, and my old friends on here - I’d love to talk to you guys again! I’ve missed you all
Wait a minute (lol) did you name IKYW after a lyric from Cola by Lana del rey???? i was just listning to it and there's a line "i know your wife and she wouldn't mind we made it out to the other side....".
hahahaha yes originally it was a song prompt and a one shot... we have come a long way since then haha
I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn't Mind) - Part Fifty-Six
Summary: You travel to Santa Monica to get started on your new job, but your consciousness of the pandemic causes some unnecessary stress
Words: 3.5k
Jared x Reader x Gen, Danneel, JJ, Neil Druckmann
Warnings: pregnancy, mild angst, pandemic related panic
I Know Your Wife - Masterpost
Apparently you were still good to go with the game developers, so long as you were available to head to Santa Monica within the next week.
They wanted to get your body and movements tracked as much as possible before your bump got too prominent, which was understandable.
You talked everything through with Jared and Gen, even bringing the kids into the conversation so that they would understand why you were going to be away.
Although you didn’t like the idea of travelling during a pandemic, you’d agreed that flying would be more sensible than taking a lone road trip cross-country. It was just over three hours on a plane, your flight being paid for by the game developers, and you’d checked that business class wasn’t going to be too crowded before booking. You chose the least busy flight on the day, meaning you had to be at the airport for 7am.
It was definitely worth it for the quietness at the terminal.
You wore loose pants and a baggy sweater, trying to disguise your bump, and a plain black face mask stayed over your mouth and nose at all times.
Maybe you were being too paranoid, but you had hand sanitizer both in your pocket and in your purse, and disinfectant wipes ready for when you got on the plane. Your pocket sanitizer bottle had been personalised by Dallas and Shepherd before you left, MAMA written in glittery nail polish and cured under UV light, along with a neat heart in bright pink.
Looking at it as you cleaned your hands every time you so much as got too close to another person or surface made you smile behind your mask.
Once priority boarding was called, you made your way to your seat, apologising to the stewardess as she watched you wipe down the surfaces.
“I know it’s cleaned, I’m just-”
“It’s fine,” she promised. “It’s a pandemic, we’re all a little paranoid. It’s actually nice to see someone taking it so seriously.”
Business class was relatively empty, the few of you spaced out so nobody was unnecessarily close by.
The stewardess shyly asked for a picture at the end of the flight, and you agreed so long as you could keep your distance and keep your mask on.
She ended up taking a selfie with you in the background throwing a peace sign, thanking you afterwards.
You nodded, thanking her for asking rather than just trying to take a sneaky picture.
By the time you landed, it was about half nine local, and LAX was considerably busier than AUS had been.
You tried to remember Sarah’s advice when you felt yourself start to panic, breathing slowly and deeply as you avoided people on your way to the baggage reclaim.
You were, for the most part, successful, until someone bumped into you from behind, placing a large bare hand on your shoulder to apologise before continuing his journey.
You could feel panic start to rise, unwanted tears prickling at the back of your eyes, and you reached for your phone, fumbling and dropping it on the floor in your urgency.
You picked it up, grabbing a wipe and cleaning it as best as you could in your state, sanitising your hands again before instinctively calling your mom.
It took a while to answer, but when she did she sounded cheery.
“This is a nice surprise,” she greeted, and you let out a wet laugh. “Oh, baby. What’s up?”
You shook your head, your tears soaking into the top of your mask.
“Sorry,” you murmured. “I’m fine, I’m fine.”
“‘Course you are,” she agreed. “Wanna talk about it anyway?”
“I’m at LAX,” you explained. “For- for work. Someone just touched me.”
Instantly Danneel was in full defensive mom mode.
“Someone did what?”
“Not- not like that,” you placated. “It’s fucking stupid. He just, he bumped into me and touched my shoulder. It’s fine, I just-”
“You’re okay,” she promised. “You’re fine. Your shoulders are covered, right?”
“Yeah,” you sniffed. “Got a long sleeve tee and a sweater on. S’cold in Austin.”
“Okay, you’re okay,” she repeated. “Once you’ve got all your stuff, you get to your hotel. You take off the sweater, all your external stuff from the flight, get it laundered if you wanna wear it again, and you go have a shower.”
“You don’t think I’m being dramatic?” you asked, blinking back the last remaining tears.
“You’re definitely being dramatic,” she said, making you laugh in shock. “But airports don’t have the best memories for you since… well, since that bitch gave me a black eye. Plus you’ve got twins in your belly during a pandemic, so I think a little bit of drama is allowed.”
You laughed again, letting out a small ‘yeah’.
“Okay baby, go get your stuff,” she told you. “You’ve got this.”
“Thanks, Mama,” you told her, wanting to wipe your eyes but not wanting to touch your face.
“Call me later, I’ll get JJ on FaceTime and you can tell us what the fuck you’re doing back in Cali,” she requested.
“Of course,” you laughed. “I love you.”
“Love you too, baby. You’ve got this.”
You hung up, pocketing your phone and sanitising your hands again before finally making it to the carousel.
You could do this.
*****
You did everything that Danneel told you to, spending probably a little longer than necessary in the shower, before making your way to your lunch meeting with the developers.
Your hotel was near the beach in Santa Monica, just a short walk from the headquarters, so you made your way over with a fresh mask and a pair of sunglasses concealing your face.
It was still strange to you, staying in a hotel that cost more every night than your rent did weekly when you lived in LA. But you weren’t paying, and during these crazy COVID times you were grateful for a clean suite to yourself.
Before long, you were entering the game company’s foyer, pushing your sunglasses up into your hair as you approached the receptionist.
“Good afternoon, how can I help you?” he asked, smiling from across the desk.
You smiled back before remembering that he’d never be able to tell through your mask.
“Hi, I’ve got a meeting with Druckmann?” you winced, hoping you’d said it right. “I’m Y/N Ackles, he should be expecting me. Hopefully.”
“Of course, I’ll call him down,” he smiled back, easing some of your anxiety. “You’re welcome to take a seat or look around while you wait.”
You chose to look around, taking in the posters of previous games on the walls, awards they’d won behind glass cases. You saw some with Druckmann’s name on specifically, noting that he’d won several for game scriptwriting and storyline.
“Y/N?”
You turned to see him watching you, a small smile on his face.
“Hi,” you laughed, feeling caught as he offered his elbow.
You bumped it with your own, grateful that he didn’t go in for a handshake.
“Sorry, Mr. Druckmann,” you told him, motioning to your face mask. “I’m happy to take it off when it’s just us.”
“It’s fine,” he assured you, leading you into the elevator. “And Neil, please. How was your flight?”
“Not bad,” you admitted, keeping your hands inside the sleeves of your sweatshirt. “It was actually my first flight without my daughter since she was born, so that was weird.”
“Quieter, though,” Neil joked, “I would assume.”
“Much,” you agreed, feeling yourself relax around him as the elevator doors opened. “I didn’t have to listen to Disney the whole way, so that was a bonus.”
Neil laughed, and you smiled along with him.
He led you into a meeting room, motioning you to sit in one of the chairs as he crossed the table to sit opposite you, and you grabbed a notepad and pen from your purse before taking off your mask and sanitising your hands.
You’d ordered lunch ahead, and there was a salad waiting for you with a wooden fork beside a bottle of Sprite.
“I feel like such a dork,” you admitted, placing your pocket sanitiser beside your notebook.
“For wanting to take notes?” he asked, grabbing one of his fries.
“For sanitising every time I touch anything,” you clarified, and he shook his head.
“Don’t worry about it,” he assured you. “We’re really happy you still wanted to be a part of this, given the circumstances.”
You nodded, a hand finding your small bump outside of your sweater.
“I’m grateful y’all still wanted me,” you admitted, and he smiled, realising you thought that he’d been talking about the twins.
“I meant the pandemic,” he clarified. “Your pregnancy really isn’t any of our concern. Most of what we want from you is your face, your voice. The people in digitisation and animation will get a feel for how you move this week, but past that… your body doesn’t matter, in that sense.”
He laughed, shaking his head at himself when you raised an eyebrow.
“That sounded worse than I meant it,” he insisted. “I just mean that we’re honestly not fazed by your situation. If you’re happy to work, we’re happy to have you.”
“I really appreciate that,” you smiled, opening your notebook and looking across at him, “Especially now I’ve seen your fancy awards downstairs.”
He smiled bashfully, bringing out a notebook of his own.
“I heard you never even played Part Two,” he teased, and you let out a laugh.
“It’s next on my list,” you promised. “And I loved the first one.”
He laughed with you, opening up his book and drumming on the page with his fingers.
“Wanna know more about your character?”
“For sure,” you confirmed, uncapping your pen.
“Alright,” he cleared his throat. “Her name’s Noah.”
*****
“She’s freakin’ cool,” you told JJ and Danneel over FaceTime that evening once you were back at your hotel. “I’m so happy that they sought me out for this.”
“Will I be able to play?” JJ asked, and you grimaced a little.
“Not for a few years, sweetie,” you explained. “For one, it’s gonna take a couple years in production. But we've also gotta wait for you to be a bit older before you can play.”
“You’re staying there for a couple years?” JJ questioned, making you laugh.
“No, but they’ve gotta digitise me,” you told her, continuing when she looked confused. “Y’know when Dad and Uncle Jared were made into Scooby Doo characters?”
She nodded.
“It’s a bit like that,” you explained. “So Noah is gonna look like me, but she’s kinda like a cartoon.”
“A bit more realistic than Scooby,” Danneel explained. “I’m so happy for you, Y/N. It’s good to see you so excited.”
She watched as your smile faltered momentarily, seeing you try to plaster it back on.
“JJ, baby, go find Daddy. I think it’s bedtime,” she told her daughter, and she left with a quick goodbye.
You saw Danneel wait for the door to close before looking back at you.
“Alright, what’s up with you?” she asked, and you frowned.
“I don’t know what you mean,” you lied.
“You were grinning until I mentioned that you looked happy,” she told you, not buying your bullshit for one second. “So what’s wrong?”
You swallowed, looking down at your lap.
“I’ve been more excited about this job than I have about my babies,” you whispered. “I’d not thought about it until you said that.”
Danneel sighed, and you looked up to see her frowning.
“That’s not what I meant,” she reminded you, but you shook your head.
“No, but it’s true,” you told her. “Jared told me off about it because I kept acting like it was bad news.”
She nodded, taking in what you were saying.
“Do you…” she began, trailing off when she couldn’t find the right words. “Do you actually feel like it was? Bad news, I mean.”
“No,” you replied, instantly. “No, fuck. It’s not bad news. I know it’s not.”
“You’re just scared,” she supplied, and you nodded. “Well, duh. It’s a big surprise. I was freaking out when we found out about Arrow and Zep. And yours are identical, which is arguably more cause for a little anxiety.”
You laughed, running a hand through your hair.
“I can’t stop thinking about stupid things,” you admitted.
“Like what?” she asked, and you shrugged.
“Stupid shit,” you emphasised. “Like… What if they have different birthdays? That’s been on my mind this whole time.”
Danneel laughed, the sound making you laugh at yourself.
“I told you it was dumb,” you insisted.
“You could always have a planned c-section,” she suggested, “Eliminate that risk entirely.”
“I don’t wanna plan being cut open,” you balked. “Fuck me, that’s terrifying.”
“That’s because you hate planning ahead,” she teased. “I love you, but you’re fully being an idiot right now.”
“Mama,” you sighed. “It’s not just that, it’s…”
You trailed off, not knowing what to say.
“Am I a bad mom?” you asked, your voice cracking slightly.
“Baby, why would you even think that?” Danneel questioned, her heart breaking for you as she watched you shrug.
“I’m working,” you murmured. “I’m over a thousand miles away from my daughter. I’m pregnant with twins during a pandemic and I’ve travelled for work.”
“Because you’re a boss ass bitch,” she reminded you. “You’re a working mom. No shame in that, none at all.”
“You don’t think I should take a break?” you asked, keen for another opinion.
“I think you should do what you want,” she answered, honestly and easily. “You had a break from Supernatural for a few months and you wouldn’t stop talking about how much you wanted to be back at work.”
“But you and Gen-”
“You are not me and Gen,” she reminded you, firmly. “You’re your own person, and that person is amazing.”
“But I’m leaving my kids,” you insisted, causing her to roll her eyes.
“You’re not exactly leaving them unattended,” she explained. “You’re leaving them with their other parents, and occasionally a babysitter who they all adore. For like a week.”
You sighed, rubbing your forehead.
“You love your job,” she told you. “And you’re allowed to be excited about Noah, because she really does sound awesome.”
“Yeah?” you asked, and she nodded.
“I went back to work on Supernatural when my twins were young,” she emphasised. “Gen’s gone back on Walker now. You’re fine.”
You nodded, allowing yourself to smile again.
“I’m… I’m excited to be Noah,” you admitted. “And I am excited about the twins, too.”
“I know you are, baby,” she smiled back. “Whenever you’ve got twin concerns, you know you can come to me. Try not to stress so much.”
“I’ll do my best,” you promised, breaking off into a yawn. “Sorry, busy day.”
“Have you eaten today?” Danneel asked, and you nodded.
“Had a salad at my meeting,” you told her, and her picture left your screen almost instantly.
“Tell me your hotel details,” she demanded. “I’m DoorDash-ing you some tacos.”
“Mama,” you complained, but she cut you off.
“You’ve gotta feed my grandbabies,” she reminded you. “Eat, then sleep.”
You laughed, your stomach growling now that you were talking about food.
“Okay, you’ve got a point,” you allowed.
“I know I do,” she replied. “Now gimme your hotel details.”
*****
The rest of your week in Santa Monica passed in a blur.
The vast majority of your time was spent working, an intense schedule to allow your time away from home to be as limited as possible.
Danneel kept texting you, reminding you to eat, and you spent your downtime FaceTiming with the kids or Jared and Gen.
At the end of your last day with Naughty Dog, Neil came and found you before you left.
“I hope they’ve treated you well,” he teased as you zipped up your sweater.
“It’s been hard work, but a lot of fun,” you assured him, and he smiled.
“Glad to hear it,” he said, putting his hands in his pockets. “So, I wanted to talk to you before you go back.”
You nodded, putting your sunglasses on top of your head and taking a drink from your water bottle.
“We’ve got a bunch more audio we’re gonna need from you, I’m sure you know that,” he continued. “But I don’t want you to keep coming all the way out here, given the coronavirus situation, and having to be back home for your scans.”
You bit your lip, trying to figure out what he was getting at.
“I… Obviously it’s not ideal,” you allowed, “But I’ll do whatever you need me to.”
He smiled warmly.
“I know, you’re a real dream to work with,” he admitted. “We just thought, to make it easier on you, there might be a better way around it.”
“Like what?” you questioned, shouldering your purse.
“Like, if there’s a studio you could have access to closer to home, you could record the rest of the audio there,” he suggested, and you thought for a moment.
“My, uh, my dad,” you began, fumbling your words before starting again. “There’s a recording studio in Austin that my dad’s band uses for their albums. He could probably hook me up, there.”
“Sounds like a good plan,” he smiled. “Send me the studio details when you get home and I’ll try to sort something out.”
“Will do,” you smiled, hanging your mask from your ear. “And thank you again. For this opportunity.”
“Don’t mention it,” he smiled, walking with you to the elevator. “I meant it when I said you’ve been a dream.”
*****
The whole week away, you’d only had your work phone on you.
You figured you were there to work, to get things started on the game, and your work phone had no social media at all downloaded onto it.
It was refreshing, really, to be able to switch off from the world but still be able to stay in contact with your family. It helped you focus on the job at hand with very little external distraction.
When you got home, however, you found that your socials were absolutely blowing up.
“You got papped,” Jared told you almost as soon as you got back, handing you your cell as you flopped down on the bed.
You arrived back late at night, all of the kids were in bed already, and you could feel that you were not far from sleep yourself.
“Fucking hell, I leave the house one time,” you grumbled, easily finding what he was talking about almost instantly.
Y/N Ackles, 24, was spotted without her family in LAX on Monday morning. The Supernatural actress looked to be in a state of distress shortly upon arrival, a source claiming that she was on the phone to her adoptive mother, Danneel Ackles, before collecting her luggage and entering the city.
You scrolled to the comments, finding speculation about the wellbeing of your relationship, as well as the obligatory mentions of what a terrible mom you were to not have Dallas with you.
“Fun,” you sighed, and Jared laughed softly, pulling you up into a hug as Gen entered from the bathroom.
“You’ve had worse,” he teased, causing you to huff a laugh. “Were you actually in a state of distress, though?”
You shrugged, your arms still wrapped around him as you pulled back enough to look up at him.
“Kinda?” you allowed. “I mean, I freaked out a bit but I called Dan and she talked me down. Told me I was being dumb.”
“That sounds like her,” Jared agreed, kissing you chastely before letting you go to the bathroom yourself.
Gen was biting her lip as he looked back at her, and Jared raised his eyebrows to try and get her to talk.
She didn’t take the hint, instead getting into bed.
“What’s up?” he asked her, earning a soft sigh.
“Why didn’t she call us?” she questioned, quietly. “If she was freaking out. Why did she call Danneel, and not us?”
Jared frowned, not knowing what to say as he got in beside her.
“Maybe she needed her mom,” he suggested.
“Yeah, but when I feel like shit, I call you guys, not my mom,” she explained, and he sighed.
“Yeah, but when you were twenty-four you probably did,” he reminded her. “Imagine yourself in her situation, exactly as she is now, when the world is in the state it is right now, and tell me honestly that you wouldn’t call your mom.”
Gen watched as his eyes flitted between hers, imploring her to understand.
“You’re right,” she allowed, laying back into her pillow. “You’re right, I definitely would.”
“She loves us,” Jared promised, stroking her hair.
You re-entered the room, switching off the light on your way to the bed.
“Gen’s feeling unwanted,” Jared told you, earning a protest from Gen as you got in beside her.
“We can’t have that,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around her and placing a kiss to the back of her neck. “I missed you loads.”
You felt her laugh more than you heard it as she placed her hands over yours at her waist.
“We missed you, too,” she whispered.
“Yeah,” Jared agreed, switching off the bedside lamp. “All three of you.”
*****
HI it’s me, Jamie! Please leave questions for Ditto in the comments/IMs for a little Q&A in a later part! Thanks bbs
It was mentioned a lil while ago (in 45&46) that she was a mama's girl
HOWEVER she loves her dad and her bambi so very much and enjoys time with all of them
like in 54 (I think) when Ditto is working and she spends the arvo with Jared and Gen and Dits walks in on Dallas and her daddy in a tickle fight... she loves her family
she's actually taking it all super seriously - its gonna be mentioned quite a bit in the next couple parts (I already have 56, 57, and half of 58 written) so you'll see how she's coping with her current situation (no spoilies but yall know) and with working during a pandemic
lemme just say I never thought I'd write so much putting on/taking off masks and hand sanitisation in this story haha
I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Fifty-Five
Summary: You tell the kids about your pregnancy and go for your first scan on Gen’s birthday.
Words: 2.9k
Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Danneel, Tom, Shep, Dallas (OC), Amanda (OC), Alison (OC)
Warnings: pregnancy, mild angst, slight panic
I Know Your Wife - Masterpost
“Will it matter that I’m pregnant?”
You heard Amanda gasp from her end of the phone before she let out a little squeal of excitement.
“You are?” she clarified, and you hummed an affirmative.
“Pretty sure,” you confirmed. “Around twelve weeks, we think. Got our first scan tomorrow so nobody knows yet.”
“Oh my God, congratulations!” she gushed. “That’s so amazing.”
“Thank you,” you smiled. “But it’s super hush-hush until we’ve scanned and checked that everything is okay. Nobody knows but me, Jared, and Genevieve. We haven’t even told the kids yet.”
“Of course,” she agreed. “To answer your question, I don’t think it should be an issue. They’ll need to animate your face, get a feeling for the way you talk and move, but other than that it’s mostly voice work so any bump can’t really interfere too much.”
You instinctively placed your hand under your sweater, feeling the slight bump that had already started to form.
“Well, in that case, let them know I’m interested,” you told her. “I’ll discuss it with the others and get back to you tomorrow, but in the meantime they can draw up a contract, I guess.”
“Fab, I’ll let them know,” Amanda replied. “Congrats again, Y/N.”
“Thank you,” you repeated, saying goodbye and ending the call.
You turned to look at the door when it was pushed open, revealing Tom, shuffling on his feet.
“What’s up, buddy?” you asked, and he shrugged.
“Are you having a baby?” he asked, and you laughed softly, leaning back against the headboard and encouraging him over.
He came in and sat beside you, and you wrapped your arm around his shoulder and rested your head on top of his.
“You heard that, huh?” you asked, pressing a kiss into his hair.
“I didn’t mean to listen,” he insisted. “I didn’t know you were on the phone.”
“It’s okay,” you assured him, pulling back enough to look at him. “We were gonna tell you all tomorrow, anyway. We just wanted to have the scan first, but it’s okay.”
He nodded, leaning into you again.
“Are you okay?” you asked, softly.
“Yeah,” he sighed. “Just… you still love us, right? Me and Shep?”
“Of course,” you answered, instantly. “Of course I do. You’re our boys, and this new baby isn’t gonna change that at all, okay?”
He nodded against you, wrapping his arms around your middle.
“My love isn’t finite,” you murmured, realising straight away that he might not understand you. “I mean, there’s not a set amount of love that I’m able to give. Another baby won’t take anything away from how I feel about you, or your brother or sister.”
You looked down, able to see his brows pulling down into a frown, so you kissed the top of his head.
“I didn’t carry you or Sheppy, I haven’t been here for your whole life, I know that. But my mama didn’t carry me, and I never have to doubt that her and Uncle Jay love me, regardless.”
He nodded again, and you brought your hand up to hold his head against you.
“I love you boys,” you reiterated. “And me and your dad and your mom are all gonna keep loving you whatever happens.”
“Good,” he mumbled, and you pulled back in order to look into his eyes again.
“So is it okay that you’re gonna have another sibling?” you asked, and he nodded.
“As long as they’re cool,” he agreed, making you laugh and ruffle his hair.
“With me as a mom, how could they not be?”
*****
You’d opted to go with private scans throughout this pregnancy, wanting Jared to be able to attend despite the pandemic, and you were so very grateful that it was an option for you.
Seeing as Jared barely got to be with you through the entirety of your pregnancy with Dallas, whether it was due to filming schedules or just not wanting to be seen together, he was understandably keen to be there for the milestones this time around.
You had both had recent negative COVID tests before the appointment, and Jared was practically buzzing with excitement as you were led to the room.
“So, how are you feeling, Mama?” your sonographer asked once you were settled, and you laughed as you lifted your sweater over your bump when prompted.
“Pretty good, considering,” you told her. “Bigger bump this time but it has just been Christmas so…”
“It’s perfectly normal to start showing sooner with subsequent pregnancies,” Alison reminded you, laughing at your quip. “I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.”
“That’s what I’ve been telling her,” Jared insisted from behind his mask. “I might have to confiscate the bathroom scales.”
“Alright,” the sonographer began, squeezing the gel onto your bare stomach. “Let’s have a look, shall we?”
She flicked the screen on, angling it so that you or Jared couldn’t see it properly for the time being.
You smiled to yourself as you heard the familiar whooshing sound, turning your head to look at Jared, his eyes crinkling in a way that let you know he was smiling behind his mask.
“Oh, wow,” Alison murmured, turning the screen so that you could see what she was looking at. “Congratulations, Mama.”
You swallowed, squinting to make sure you were seeing what you thought you were. You blinked to clear your vision, sure that you must have been seeing double, but when you opened your eyes again the same image was there.
“Twins?” you clarified, and she nodded, leaning in for a closer look herself.
“Twins,” she confirmed, moving the probe to get a better look. “Measuring at twelve and two. Does that sound right to you?”
You looked at Jared, feeling your heart rate pick up.
“Jesus,” you murmured, and he let out a small laugh of agreement.
“It’s, uh,” he began, “Yeah, about twelve weeks.”
Your mind was still reeling as you looked back at the screen, at the image of the two lives that were growing inside you.
“By the looks of things, they share a placenta,” Alison told you, and you frowned, instant panic setting in.
“What- what does that mean?” you asked, reaching for Jared. “Are they okay?”
Jared took your hand, squeezing slightly to try and calm you down while also looking concerned.
“They’re fine,” Alison assured you. “Perfectly normal. It happens in around two thirds of monozygotic twins.”
“Monozygotic?” you asked, and she nodded.
“Identical.”
“Holy shit,” you murmured, apologising instantly for your language.
“We’ve got this,” Jared assured you, and you raised your eyebrows at him.
“Have we?” you questioned, letting go of his hand to rub at your forehead. “Have we really? I think I might be on the verge of a breakdown.”
“That’s understandable,” Alison smiled. “This is a lot of information at once, huh?”
“Yeah,” you laughed, running your other hand through your hair. “This was supposed to be a fun scan.”
“Hey,” Jared chastised, placing a hand on your shoulder.
He squeezed, making you look up at him as your hand was still tugging lightly at your scalp.
“Baby, breathe. We’re gonna be okay,” he promised, and you took a deep breath. “I know you’re freaking out, but we really have got this. We can handle two babies.”
“And a threenager,” you added. “And seven and eight year old boys.”
“Yeah, we can,” he said, with enough confidence that you actually started to believe him. “I love you, and I love these little guys or gals.”
You laughed, looking back at the screen to see your sonographer had paused on a still image of your babies, giving you a chance to get a proper look at them.
“I guess that explains the bigger bump,” you joked, squeezing Jared’s hand at your shoulder before meeting Alison’s eye. “Sorry, this was… super unexpected.”
“Nothing to apologise for,” she told you. “I’ll get some of these printed and then we can discuss how we move forward.”
“Move forward?” you questioned.
“More regular scans,” Jared explained, looking at Alison for confirmation. “Dee had them every couple of weeks with Arrow and Zep in the third trimester.”
“More scans,” Alison confirmed. “Though with identical twins it’s usually suggested to come in every two weeks from the sixteen week mark.”
You nodded, looking up at Jared and squeezing his hand weakly.
“Well,” he nodded to himself, squeezing back. “At least I’ll get to be at more of the scans this time.”
*****
The plan had always been to put one of the scan pictures inside Gen’s birthday card. You’d known for a while that your scan would be on the morning of her birthday, she’d encouraged it, even, so you and Jared had figured it would’ve been a fun extra surprise to put the scan in her card.
On your drive home, you were having a few doubts about whether that would be a good idea.
“I just think that this is kind of big news,” you reasoned when Jared asked why you were worried. “Like, maybe we should actually talk to her about it beforehand, approach it with a bit more caution.”
“Alright, Y/N, you need to stop,” he told you, and you looked over at him as he drove, seeing his jaw tick.
“Baby,” you began, but he shook his head.
“You’ve been acting like this is bad news,” he informed you. “I know we weren’t expecting this, I know you’re feeling anxious, but this isn't bad news. We have two healthy babies. That’s… that’s amazing news.”
You watched him carefully, not having realised how your own anxiety was manifesting in a way that was affecting him negatively.
You reached over, taking his hand that he had rested on his thigh and bringing it up to your lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled against his skin.
“I get that you’re nervous,” he insisted, “I am a bit, too. But we’ve got this.”
“I know,” you agreed. “I’m sorry, I love you and these babies.”
He nodded, and you kissed his hand again before letting go.
You picked your purse up onto your lap, finding Gen’s card and opening the unsealed envelope.
“Yeah?” Jared asked, carefully eyeing what you were doing.
“Yeah,” you confirmed, putting a scan inside the card and sealing it. “It’s a fun surprise, right?”
“Exactly,” he smiled. “She’s gonna be so excited.”
*****
She was, indeed, so excited.
“Holy sh...ucks!” she self-corrected, not wanting to swear in front of the kids. “Is this real?”
“Yup,” you smiled, her grin infectious.
“Oh my God,” she laughed, leaning over and kissing you firmly. “Best birthday ever.”
“Wassat?” Dallas asked, not following at all.
“It’s a picture of the baby,” Tom explained.
You’d decided to tell Dallas and Shep last night after Tom had found out on his own, and they all seemed to be enthusiastic about the idea of another sibling.
“Babies,” you corrected, making them frown until Jared encouraged them over to him to look at one of the scans.
“Mama Y/N has two babies in her belly,” he explained, and Shep gasped.
“Twins?” he asked, and you nodded.
“Arry and Zep?” Dallas questioned, making you laugh.
“Kinda like Arrow and Zep,” you agreed, looking at Gen. “But, uh. Identical.”
“Holy moly,” she breathed, her hand finding your bump. “That’s incredible. Congratulations, sweetie.”
“You’re not freaked out?” you asked, quietly, and she shook her head.
“Three of us, two babies,” she reasoned. “This is gonna be an adventure. I can’t wait.”
You laughed softly, carding a hand into her hair.
“Happy birthday,” you murmured, and she grinned.
“The happiest.”
*****
You contacted your agent about your situation, knowing that needing to be at scans so often wouldn’t be ideal for starting a new job, and she said she’d get back to you after relaying the information to the developers.
After your chat with Jared in the car, and the excited reaction from Gen and the kids, you allowed yourself to be a little more enthusiastic about the idea of having twins.
“Have you told your mom?” Gen asked around her toothbrush that night, and you shook your head before spitting in the sink.
“They didn’t even know we were trying,” you told her, lifting your shirt and looking at your bump in the mirror. “They have no idea.”
“You’re gonna… you’re gonna tell them before you announce it though, right?” she checked, and you laughed, running your hands over your stomach.
“Yeah, gonna message in a sec,” you promised. “Thought I’d just ask if she still has the double stroller and see how she reacts.”
Gen laughed, rinsing her mouth.
“What?” you grinned. “Too subtle?”
“So good,” she agreed, pulling you into a kiss.
She crouched quickly to kiss your bump before grabbing your hands and leading you through to the bedroom.
Jared was sitting on your bed, looking at the ultrasound images with a smile on his face.
“Y/N’s gonna tell her parents,” Gen told him, grinning as she handed you her phone.
You smiled at her excitement, sitting down next to Jared as he opened his arm, allowing you to curl into him as you opened up a message to Danneel.
Hey Mama, do you still have the stroller you had for Arrow and Zep when they were tiny? The one that let them lay flat, I mean?
You showed the message to Jared, getting his approval before sending it.
"You're mean," he joked, kissing the top of your head as you waited on a reply.
"She might be asleep," Gen mentioned, turning the bedside lamps on and switching the main light off as Jared's hand came to rest on your stomach.
"She's typing," you grinned before reading her response.
I think it's in storage in the Austin house, why?
You bit your lip as you typed your reply, full of excited anticipation for her reaction.
Can we borrow it in like… six months?
Almost as soon as the message had been delivered, you were receiving a FaceTime request from Danneel.
"Hey," you smiled, holding the phone so that all three of you were in the frame.
"Holy fuckin' shit, you actually are pregnant," Danneel said in place of a greeting.
"Who said anything about being pregnant?" Gen asked, and Danneel rolled her eyes.
"Dits asks about a stroller and I call and all three of you are sat there with shit-eating grins on your faces," she reasoned, making all of you laugh softly. "So, who is it? Am I getting another niece or nephew, or another grandbaby?"
You looked at Jared, biting your lip as you nodded at him to answer.
"Another couple of grandbabies, if that's alright with you?"
"Wait, you're actually having twins?" she asked, her eyes going wide with excitement as you confirmed it, and you watched as she got to her feet and headed into her bathroom.
You laughed as she approached Jensen, whose mouth was full of toothpaste and expression was one of mild irritation.
"No paparazzi," he complained, but your mom didn't care at all.
"Say hi to your daughter," she insisted, her camera pointed at both herself and Jensen as he spat into the sink. "And your unborn grandbabies."
He spluttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked between Danneel and her phone in complete shock.
"Babies?" he repeated. "As in, more than one?"
"Twins," you confirmed, Jared holding up one of the scans for emphasis. "Identical."
"Holy fuckin' shit," he murmured, making you laugh again.
"Y'all need to watch your language in front of my babies," you teased, and they grinned at each other. "You're happy?"
"This is big, sweetheart," Jensen smiled. "Congratulations. Were y'all trying, or...?"
"Yeah," Jared laughed. "It was actually planned this time-"
"Apart from the twin thing," you interrupted. "I'm still kinda freaking out about that."
"Understandable," Danneel smiled. "Took me a while to get my head around it, too. You're gonna be absolutely fine though, baby. No need to stress."
"Thank you," you smiled back, encouraged by their joy and enthusiasm. “D’ya think Grandma will be willing to make another couple stockings?”
Jensen laughed, putting his arm around Danneel as he nodded.
“She’s got a whole year, I’m sure she can handle it,” he assured you. “She’s gonna be so excited.”
You smiled, leaning further into Jared’s side.
“This is kinda exciting, isn’t it?” you laughed, and Jared squeezed your shoulders.
“Finally, she realises,” he teased, looking at Jensen and Danneel. “She’s been a real bummer about this whole thing since the scan.”
“Our Dits? Having a freakout? I don’t believe it,” Danneel joked, making you roll your eyes.
“There’s two whole people in my uterus right now,” you argued. “That’s cause for freaking out.”
“Also cause for celebration,” Gen reminded you.
“Loads of celebrations,” Danneel agreed, breaking off into a yawn. “But also lots of rest. We need to sleep and so do you, look after those babies.”
“Yes, ma’am,” you smiled. “I’ll call back tomorrow to tell the kids.”
“JJ’s gonna freak,” Jensen told you, grinning. “Congrats again, guys. Can’t wait to congratulate you in person.”
“Thanks, man,” Jared smiled.
You said your goodnights and hung up the call, smiling as you got under the covers.
“Feeling better?” Gen asked, laying down beside you.
“Yeah,” you told her. “Yeah, I actually am.”
“Good,” Jared murmured, turning out the lamp with a yawn of his own. “Now get some sleep. Got some babies to grow.”
*****
HI it’s me, Jamie! Please leave questions for Ditto in the comments/IMs for a little Q&A in a later part! Thanks bbs
