She doesn't want Dean to carry her. She doesn't want to be carried at all, not really, but if she has to be... But Sam can't anymore. On their wedding night, he managed to get her over the threshold, her arms around his neck and his arm tucked under her knees. But that was precarious enough. With the added weight of their child growing...it'll be impossible and she knows they're both thinking about it, even if neither of them will say it. "Maybe we can get one of those lift chairs."
Lydia doesn't half believe all of what she's hearing. The baby is actually alright. Healthy, forming the way it should be, even flexing just a tiny bit in the ultrasound for them. Like he knows Lydia and Sam are watching. It takes her a second to realize that Sam is speaking to her. "H-...uhm. What? Wait, now?" She turns to look at the technician, then back at Sam. "Now? Can you actually...already?"
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Date: 2013-01-24 08:05 pm (UTC)Lydia doesn't half believe all of what she's hearing. The baby is actually alright. Healthy, forming the way it should be, even flexing just a tiny bit in the ultrasound for them. Like he knows Lydia and Sam are watching. It takes her a second to realize that Sam is speaking to her. "H-...uhm. What? Wait, now?" She turns to look at the technician, then back at Sam. "Now? Can you actually...already?"