"Practice makes perfect, right?" Gabriel raised up to kiss the corner of his mouth, a gentle brush of lips.

The doctor had said to keep his stress levels low, to rest and make sure there's no undue strain. Problem was, his brothers were an almost constant source of stress. Michael appearing at the bakery and venting his anger. The fact that Lucifer had been heard but not seen.

But the rest? It was a happy sort of worry. A new cub. The family that they'd always wanted, just a little sooner than expected. "Oh, I think Grandma and Grandpa are a few steps ahead of us. And Dean's already talking about building a new cradle."