A soft rockish lullaby was coming from the room, so Brooke decided to check what was going on, when she entered the room the brunette girl couldn’t help the grin on her face.
‘Of course It had to be Smoke on the water’ She thought to herself and for whatever reason that song helped to calm her, no, their baby. Like father like son.
Dean always told her He was afraid to become like John; more a soldier and an absent father and for that he didn’t like the idea of having kids because he knew that in the end he would be like him but he was wrong, Brooke thought, because since she told him she was pregnant He was always there for her, and for everything she or their baby could need
And there he was, putting their baby to sleep while humming one his favourites songs and being all proud of the little creature he and the woman he loved more made.
YOU.CAN’T.DO.THIS.TO.ME.
didnt dean name the kid ‘lil bobby john’? LOU YU TOO SAARH
MELIA NO I HATE OYU