He wasn't ready for this. He really was not. He had hoped for a few more years, at least. Just to get everything straight. To make sure that crazy demons and shit weren't going to come after his family. That's when it would be safe to have a kid, right? When he knew that they would never have to grow up with a life like the one he and Dean had.
But it was too late for that. She was pregnant. And even though there were things like abortion to consider, Sam knew that Heather would never be for it. Honestly though, he felt as though he wouldn't be for it either.
Still. He wasn't ready. He felt like he would never be.
"I don't know," he muttered, looking away. "I honestly don't." He sounded a little bitter there. He didn't mean to, but that was how it all had come out anyway. Wincing, he raked a hand through his hair and added, "I guess we'll just..." Deal with it. That's all they could do. Unless there was some sort of magic that Ruby --
No, he frowned, we're not getting involved with her. We. As in, more than just him. Heather was stuck in this too. She was the one who had something growing inside of her, even as they spoke. Swallowing hard, he drew in another breath and shifted away from the desk. It was difficult, keeping all of his emotions intact, but he was doing an all right job of it. He just hoped that he could keep it that way until he was someplace alone.
"Come here," he said quietly, reaching to her. He didn't know what to say or do. But he wanted to be close all the same.