There were potentially so many problems they could have with this. The Jettise from her galaxy. Anyone from his galaxy. Not to mention the daily life of running a bar in a city overrun by demons and vampires. It was hardly a safe environment to raise any child, . But Sam was finding it hard to care about that right now. They were having a baby. Well, Mirta was the one having it, but he was the father.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and gently kissing the side of her head.
"We're going to do this and it's going to be more than fine. Great even. And we're going to have a great baby who will be able to kick some ass by the time it can walk. And the whole world will know how amazing we are."