Not entirely much sooner. They had planned to start trying during Gabriel's next heat, after all. Sam abandoned his sandwich, bringing his hand over to settle low over his mate's stomach. "I think that'll be good. Dean loves woodworking, almost as much as he loves cars and the Impala. And as much as I love them, Grandma and Grandpa are not making all the decisions there."

And he did love them, but it was meant to be his and Gabriel's house. Though he doubted their cubs would ever want for something to wear.

He turned his head slightly, so his mouth was closer to Gabriel's ear. "And once Dean's left? I'm going to show you exactly how happy I am about all this." Because he'd promised no sex while his brother was in the apartment.