Song Recommendation: "Poison" — David Kushner.
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True to his word, Castiel came over to pick me up the next morning. I found myself preparing earnestly to look pretty for him, and he didn't fail to shower me with compliments when he arrived.
As we drove to our place, we chatted about trivial things—mainly work—and I thanked him for what he had done through Blake.
"When do we start shopping for the baby?" he asked as we approached our street.
"Soon. The baby is barely a month along. Relax, okay?"
"Just call me whenever you want to start," he smiled, reaching out to hold my hand. "We're going to meet with my trusted private investigator, Giovanni. I want you to hear the information firsthand." He spoke as he parked the car in the garage.
"That would be nice."
