@eatyourpieout — She kept a protective hand on her bump, turning away to hide another wince.
Jo made a mental note to make an appointment with the OB once they were done for breakfast.
@eatyourpieout — sister.
“Go take care of Blue so you can have breakfast with me.. we’re starving.”
Pressing a kiss to his cheek, she playfully stole his hat and placed it on her head as she started to walk back to the house.
“Hurry up, Winchester... better not keep your wife waiting.”
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@eatyourpieout She couldn’t help the laugh (and blush) in response to his accent.
“No washing up. Seriously.” Her teeth tugged gently at her bottom lip as she sent him a wink.
Her hand covered his, lightly shaking her head.
“/He/ thinks his daddy is worrying too much. Have you thought—
@eatyourpieout —
“Pancakes sound good, and maybe I’ll let you try bacon again.”
The cramp faded slowly, and her somewhat tense features relaxed.
To distract him further, she looked him over rather hungrily with a small smirk tugging at her lips.
“Oh, and don’t bother washing—
@eatyourpieout — and their growing family. He was an excellent father to their boys, a gentle owner to his horse......she’s eavesdropped on a few one on one conversations he’s had with Blue.
She couldn’t ask for a better life partner.
“What are you in the mood for?”
@eatyourpieout — staying out of my kitchen. Last time you were in there, you almost burned the house down.”
Laughing softly at the found memory, she shook her head.
“I will let you do the dishes though.”
She was grateful to have a husband like Dean. He was attentive, and protective or her—
@eatyourpieout — Now here we are.. 7 months in.. and nothing unusual. She was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Shaking off the unpleasant thoughts, Jo smiled up at her cowboy.
“Did you have breakfast? I was just about to whip something up.”
@eatyourpieout — she had her own worries and concerns. Her pregnancy seemed normal.. bouts of morning sickness here and there, some fatigue, but nothing crazy. That’s really what worried her the most. Her pregnancy and delivery with Jackson was very complicated... they almost didn’t make it. —
— house, off in the distance she spotted her husband sitting comfortably in the saddle of his favorite horse. Seeing her husband, once hunter turned cowboy always put a smile on her face.
Joanna stopped inside only to grab her /almost/ forgotten cup of tea, and a blanket—