[They had got back from the hospital the evening before as Jamie had finally gotten to a weight which was acceptable for him to come home. Jo had spent most of the morning sat in this very same position not wanting to lay him in his crib which they had situated by the side of their bed for the time being. Placing a kiss to her sons forehead she looks up at Dean and whispers.] I just can't stop looking at him.
[He grins and takes a seat beside her gazing down at the little burrito shaped baby in her arms. It's still so hard to believe that he's a dad. He just hopes he's better than John had been after his mom, Mary, had died.]
[Looking up at Dean she cannot help but hear his mind running away with him, pressing a hand to his thigh whilst Jo rocks Jamie ever so slightly she asks.] A penny for your thoughts.
Anything you want. [He grins and moves to offer her a hand up. As they pass the kitchen he grabs a snack for them to munch on. Jo needs to eat and Dean will make sure she does.]
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And you shouldn't. He's precious, Jo...and he's home now. Finally.
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What would you like for dinner tonight?
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I think you know exactly what I want for dinner tonight.
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