Her grin grew a little wider, showing a hint of teeth in the light sent from the television. It was an unburdened smile, a reflection of the one that found its way to her face when she saw the nursery for the first time.
Jack Robert Winchester. It sang, and more than just in her own voice. "I love it," she decided with a sage nod, and the hint of a chuckle on her sigh. "I love it so much, I won't even fight you about the last name."