Carriage House Room 3, Wednesday evening

[manning_09er]

Okay, so, it had been a day for Meg, part of which she spent with Sam in class, the other part in another class she didn't plan on discussing at all whatsoever. Nope. Her lips were sealed on that end.

She briefly contemplated her maternity lingerie. That would certainly deflect any questions that might have been asked about how her day went, right?

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[normal_i_am]

Sam returned carrying a bag with burgers, fries, salads and a carton of ice cream.

"Hey, hon, you ready for dinner?"

[normal_i_am]

"... YOU PLAYED DODGE BALL?"

[manning_09er]

"Um..."

Meg's shoulders slumped.

"No?"

[normal_i_am]

Sam sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

[manning_09er]

"I was totally off to the side, Sam. Totally." She said, nodding emphatically.

[normal_i_am]

"I cannot believe Dean let you play volleyball! I'm going to kill him."

[manning_09er]

Meg gasped. "No you're not!"

[normal_i_am]

"Meg. You are six months pregnant! You should not be playing dodgeball," Sam said.

[manning_09er]

"He told me I should sit out and all the guys playing kept the ball from me, Sam," she argued. "It was quite safe."

[normal_i_am]

Sam sighed. "Promise me you won't do it again?"

[manning_09er]

"Well, I'm kind of in his class, Sam," she said.

And she did feel bad for upsetting him so she got out of her chair and stepped towards his, putting an arm around his shoulders. "I'm safe, Sam. I promise. How can I not be with your brother right there?" Of course, Dean let her play dodge ball. Not that she would point that out right now.

[normal_i_am]

"He let you play dodge ball so obviously not very," he said. "Maybe you should try to transfer out of the class."

[manning_09er]

Meg bit her lip.

"No."

[normal_i_am]

"No?"

[manning_09er]

"I think the class will be good for me," she tried, and slipped back into her chair.

[normal_i_am]

Sam sighed again. "Fine. I can't stop you."