It's fairly poetic, but your next child comes into the world on Christmas Eve. This date has proven to be very important in your relationship with Dean. It was when you shared your first kiss, it was when your relationship shifted from friendship to more, and it was also when you married him. Now it would become the date of the birth of your second child. That, however, it's not something you can think about right now. Instead, the only thing you can focus on is the pain of labor.

"It's all going to be ok, sugar," Dean is probably even more nervous than you are, given the way he squeezes your hand. You've been through this before, and yet the nerves are eating him inside out. You're not the only one going through a life-changing experience. Of course, you can't think about that either.

"Shut up. I told you we didn't need another baby, but you kept insisting that we did." Sweat covers your forehead while the nurse is preparing you for childbirth. "I told you one was enough... Unless you want to carry it, this is the last, do you hear me?" You really aren't trying to be rude, but emotions run high in this kind of situation. Of course, when you hold the baby in your arms, you realize that it was all worth it.