Greg.

-- What? - he was distracted from the fascinating process of lathering his wife's slender body. - Not three eyes, the soap will get in.

- We need to talk, - Irishka yawned to tears.

- Let's talk. Put your foot on the side, - the brunette was seriously carried away.

"You shouldn't be arguing with Cas all the time." She obediently placed her narrow foot on the edge of the tub.

"Demons and the abyss!" Well, why did you remember him, dear? All mood is gone.

Because we are one family. And the child...

- It's still too early to judge.

- I'm talking about Miranda, - laughing,...