Sam pushed away the thousand screaming voices that were his insanity and his hunter instincts and the memory of that one time his brother had that evil Amazon daughter he had to kill. He just focused on the warm, clear light the news brought to his brain, and he ran towards her, wrapping her in his arms.
"Twelve weeks," he repeated. "Close to three months?" The question mark was because he wasn't really processing even the most basic math right now. "So, six months more, then," he said, "and then we'll be parents."
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