Trying to Recall Part 6A
Title: Trying to Recall Part 6A Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: Sam/Abby, Dean/Kylee, Bobby Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I just play with 'em. Summary: Written for fanfic100 prompt #096-Big News. John and Mary tell Mike at the garage that they are expecting.
I felt shy as John let me into the garage. His hand held mine and he had a huge smile plastered on his face. I knew I had no reason to feel shy. I was happy I was pregnant. It was just that everyone would know what we'd been doing to get pregnant I enjoyed making love with my husband, that wasn't it. I just felt like I was wearing a sign that read: Guess what I've been up to? The whole world knowing made me uncomfortable. Maybe it was just pregnancy hormones.
Then, I remembered how excited John was and how he'd talked about the guys from the garage. They weren't just anybody. They were John's co-workers and friends. That made me feel a little better. I was able to muster a smile as we walked into a place where everyone knew me and I, without my memory, had to rely on stories John had told me.
Mike Guenther, John's co-owner of the garage, was the first person we saw in the office.
"Mary," Mike got up from behind his desk, "It's so nice to see you."
"Mary," John wanted to make sure I felt as comfortable as possible, "this is Mike Guenther. We own the garage together."
"Hi, Mike," I nodded to him, unsure of how to act. Mike nodded back.
"We've got some great news," John's voice sounded like a little kid who just couldn't keep a secret anymore, "we're pregnant."
"Really?" Mike asked. John nodded. Mike stepped forward and gave me a tight hug, apparently we had been close before.
"Hey, hands off," John joked. "She's my wife."
"I'm so happy for you two," Mike's smile was almost as big as John's. "I think this calls for a grill-out."
"Can I tell the guys before you start making plans?" John asked.
Mike just waved us toward the shop as he picked up the phone to make calls.
"Grill-out?" I asked John.
"Don't worry. Mike's wife will come over and make sure everything is ready. You just rest and I'll wake you when I get home," John's explanation made no sense to me.
"Why?"
"That's what we did for Mike when they were expecting," John slowed down a moment to explain. "You went to their house, told Kate to stay in bed, and made the side dishes. When we finished here, we grilled burgers. Kate said that having it at her house was nice because she had felt uncomfortable when she was pregnant and preferred to be at home. She could also go to bed whenever she was tired. We were there pretty late that night cleaning up. You made me do dishes, even."
"I did?" I smiled.
"Yep," he grinned back. "You bossed Mike around, too. Told him to go upstairs and rub his wife's back or feet, whatever would make her feel wonderful after such a long day. Then, we just locked up when we left." John tapped my nose, "You were so great to them. You kept offering to run errands for them and stopped in to check on Kate when we were working late."