"There's a heartbeat," breathes Dean, and of course he can't feel it, but he knows. He's been studying, and he knows, there's...there's a heartbeat that isn't Faye's in there. It's theirs.
Fingers splayed wide, he settles his hand tentatively over her stomach, and there's nothing to feel, but Dean can imagine. "Faye. God, I love you so much."
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Date: 2012-04-02 06:25 am (UTC)Fingers splayed wide, he settles his hand tentatively over her stomach, and there's nothing to feel, but Dean can imagine. "Faye. God, I love you so much."