A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the guys…*sighs*


Brooklyn woke up to the sound of rain beating steadily against the windows. She subconsciously ran her hand over her stomach feeling the bump that had grown within the last two months. It had not been an easy pregnancy so far as eating and drinking was a struggle every day. Dean had turned into a total mother hen refusing to let her move. Tristan too wouldn't let her mom exert too much.

"Why won't you let me eat and drink?" She asked her stomach. Dean stirred and opened his eyes, listening to her as she spoke.

"I hope you're a boy….I always did want a little boy. But even if you're a girl your daddy and I will love you just the same."

She felt his hand slide over hers and rest comfortably against her stomach. Brooklyn turned her head and saw the bright green eyes look back with love and affection lacing them.

"How are you feeling?" he asked. Brooklyn groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"I wish I could eat something that actually had flavor to it."

"I know baby but Doctor Teague said if you don't keep even those down you're going to the ER for fluids."

"Ugh, don't remind me," she stacked her hand over his. "We already went down that road three times already."

Brooklyn hated going to the ER as it still triggered memories of when she was attacked by Joshua Reston. That had been almost a year ago and she was amazed at how her body and soul had recovered so well. Dean and Tristan had been her biggest cheerleaders ensuring she didn't slip into the deep abyss of depression.

"You think you can manage some oatmeal this morning?" Dean gently asked. Brooklyn felt her stomach churn at the mere mention of the food and groaned in pain.

"No…." she flung back the blankets and raced to the bathroom. Seconds later the familiar and regularly occurring sounds of her getting ill came through from the other side. Dean got up out of bed and padded across the room to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and knelt down behind her. He collected her hair in one hand and ran his other up and down her back. Brooklyn continued to feel her stomach retch and force up everything it held, even when bile was the only thing to remain.

"I'm sorry," Dean apologized. Brooklyn waved a hand dismissing his words.

"Don't apologize," she choked out. "It did sound good until my stomach thought otherwise."

"Well how about some nice ginger tea?"

"Okay," she responded weakly then flushed the toilet. Dean fetched a cool cloth and tenderly wiped her mouth and face. He was used to this as it had become a daily occurrence. There were a few times she had been bedridden and once almost went to the hospital overnight.

"Mommy? Daddy?" Tristan called out from the doorway. She peered into the room and spotted the light coming from beneath the bathroom door. Tristan trotted across the room and knocked on the door.

"Mommy are you alright?" She knocked on the door.

"We'll be out in a minute Tristan," Dean told his daughter. "Mommy just got sick again that's all."

"Okay," she sighed and with Hawkeye in tow headed to the living room. The little girl wondered if her mom was ever that sick when she was pregnant with her.


Dean helped Brooklyn to her feet and towards the living room where Tristan was watching the Smurfs on Cartoon Network. She looked over to see her parents heading to the kitchen and hopped off the couch.

Brooklyn leaned against the table while Dean prepared some tea for her. It was the only thing that quelled the beast that was her stomach. Tristan stood by the chair and leaned against Brooklyn.

"Mommy you don't feel good?" Brooklyn looked down and smiled weakly at her daughter.

"Yeah, I'm not feeling to great this morning sweetie. But I was like this when I was expecting you," she kissed the top of her forehead.

"I made you sick?"

"Well it's more than that. When a woman has a baby, her body acts different and getting sick is part of those changes. But after about three months it goes away and then I'll be eating like crazy," she reassured Tristan.

"Oh," the little girl said then added, "I want a brother."

"Oh really?" Dean asked as he handed the mug to Brooklyn.

"Uh huh," she nodded. "Jimmy needs a brother."

Brooklyn and Dean traded looks. "Why do you say that sweetie?" Dean asked.

"He gets lonely and sad….He wants a brother," Tristan said in a matter of fact tone.

"I see," Dean said quietly. "But what about you? Do you want a brother or sister?"

"Brother," she beamed. "Girls are too prissy."

Brooklyn and Dean both laughed at her declaration. Tristan wasn't exactly the ideal image of a girl as she climbed trees and got dirty with the guys. She and Jimmy, along with Jake and Ash, would get down and dirty at the park and not care if their parents had to clean the dirt and grass stains afterwards.

"That's my girl," Dean ruffled her hair. Tristan scrunched her nose reminding him of Brooklyn. Brooklyn sat sipping her tea and felt her stomach finally settle down and breathed a sigh of relief.

"When are you getting married?" Tristan asked as Dean set the bowl of Fruit Loops down.

"We haven't set a date yet, sweetie," Dean turned to make some dry toast for Brooklyn. "We may wait until after the baby's born."

"I want a big cake," she said between bites of cereal. "When I get married I want a big cake with lots of frosting."

Dean chuckled and set the plate on the table. Brooklyn picked up a slice and carefully nibbled on the dry crunchy morsel. She wished she could enjoy what Tristan was having but her stomach would only revolt and send her back into the embrace of misery. But she wasn't going to complain either about her choice of breakfast since it was staying down this time. Dean watched her take her time and delicately work on the oatmeal before her, waiting several moments between each bite. She only had another month to go then the eating could commence.

Next update soon.....