"Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow," you sang along to the radio, wiping your flour covered hands along your jeans. You were sure there was flour in your hair, maybe even on your nose. Your fingers were covered in food coloring, but you didn't mind. You were in your element, completely happy. Christmas music was playing, cookies were baking. A batch was freshly cooled and ready for decorating while the first batch was already covered in bright and cheery frosting.

The only thing that could have made today better was if Jensen had found his way home. It was only a couple of days until Christmas, and he was still filming in Vancouver.

You had a special cookie for him, setting on the side of the drying rack. You planned on wrapping it by itself, giving it to him the morning of Christmas.

Still smiling, you began rolling out the next batch of cookies, the radio still blaring Christmas songs loud enough that the sound of the garage door shutting wasn't heard. Humming along, you placed the reindeer shaped cookie on the sheet, reaching to grab another one when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist.

Squealing, you reached for the rolling pin when the familiar laughter broke through the christmas song currently playing on the radio. "What did I say about playing your music so loud?"

"That I wouldn't hear if anyone was here," you answered, turning around in his arms so you could squeeze him tight. "But it's Christmas music!"

Rolling his eyes, he reached up, gently wiping the flour from your cheek with the pad of his thumb. "I'm so glad I made it home today. I love it when you bake."

Standing on your tiptoes, you pressed your lips to his for a moment, relieved he had made it home safe and sound. "The best present I could ask for. And it's not even Christmas yet."

You could see him inching his hand closer to the tray of cookies, his body pressing tight against yours. So caught up in the feel of his arms around you, you didn't notice at first what cookie he had grabbed. But when he raised it to his mouth, you noticed the different colored frosting. "Jensen, wait!" You exclaimed. "Not that cookie!"

His mouth open, his eyebrow raised, he glanced down at the cookie, wondering exactly what was so special about it. You could tell the exact moment he noticed, his eyes widening, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. "Is this...are we....?"

"Yep. It was your Christmas present," you answered. Quickly setting the cookie down, he glanced down at your still normal sized belly. "I found out a couple of days ago, and tried to figure out the perfect way to tell you."

"Anyway is perfect. This has to be the best present ever," he exclaimed, pulling you in for a hug.