"We're gay," Jared moans. He eyes the racks of frilly pink dresses and sunny skirts warily. "You'd think we'd be able to dress our daughter."

Jensen shrugs. Samantha and Trystan are snuggled in their side by side stroller. Trystan is gnawing unceremoniously on a rattle while his sister squirms and gives a soft cry. Jensen bends to pick her up.

"There's no question your taste in clothing has always been feminine," Jensen says. He settles Samantha on his hip and turns back to Jared. "You pick."

Huffing, Jared trails his fingers over the purple flowered dress in front of him. "'M just secure in my masculinity," he mumbles. Jensen laughs.

"Yeah, whatever you say. Think it's more like you're color blind."

Samantha twists her tiny fingers against the collar of Jensen's tee, tugging it down slightly and burying her head into his neck. Her soft hair tickles his chin. He strokes one palm soothingly down her spine, thumb tracing lazy patterns as she whimpers.

"C'mon, baby girl," he whispers. "Help your Daddies out here."

Jared's plucked up one of the horrid pale pink concoctions from the rack. The hanger dangles from his finger as he softly calls for their daughter's attention. She turns her face slowly, dark eyes blinking at him before letting out a shriek. Jensen can't help but chuckle. Jared simply looks appalled.

"She..." Jensen can barely get the words out. "She doesn't like pink. No...no wonder she's always crying."

Jared looks like he's damn near ready to cry, lips twisted in an ungodly pout. "That can't be it, nuh uh. It's just...she knows the lace is scratchy or something is all. Plus," He fingers the ruffled diaper cover hanging from the plastic, "What is this? Baby lingerie?" Jensen snickers.

"It's just a diaper cover, fool. Try again."

Jared returns the dress to the rack; picks up and holds out a navy blue sailor dress with vivid yellow ducks along the skirt, a thin piping of white trim circling the bottom.

Samantha's still crying low against Jensen's shoulder and he tickles the back of her knee. "Sammy. Hey, hey." She turns tear stained cheeks up at him. "How 'bout some ducks, huh? Little duckies for Easter?"

There's a clatter as Trystan's rattle flies to the floor. Jared bends to pick it up, the dress in his hand bobbing as he does. Samantha follows it with her eyes.

"Hey," Jensen says. "I think that one's ok. She's not...she's not freaking out or anything." Jared lets out a tremendous sigh of relief.

"Oh thank god. One more minute in this store and I'd die. Let's just get it and go." He flops the dress over the top of the stroller and makes a beeline with Trystan straight for the counter. Jensen follows, tossing Samantha up and holding her high above his face.

"Sammy girl I love you," he coos. Her lower lips wibbles but one hoist into the air later, she's smiling wide and bright. Jensen turns to Jared at the check out. "You know what this means, don't you?"

"Hmm?" Jared mumbles. He pulls out his credit card to pay.

Jensen nuzzles at Samantha's neck with his nose. "Now we can get rid of all of Daddy's icky girlie shirts."

Jared almost misses that, too involved in flashing his trademark grin at the woman at the register. He spins lightning fast, jaw agape. "Wait, what?"

Samantha giggles as Jensen pumps her chubby arm back and forth at Jared's chest and sing-songs. "We get. to throw. away. the ugly shirts." Jensen doesn't even bother to hide the glee in his tone or smile. His eyes crinkle and Samantha laughs again. Trystan hears and adds his light laughter to the mix.

"I..." Jared's head spins towards the stroller and he stutters. He turns his face back towards Jensen and pouts. "But I don't wanna."

Jensen shifts Samantha on his hip and pushes the stroller out into the bright sunshine. There's the shuffle of oversized feet at his heels. Jensen angles the stroller beside their SUV and turns back.

"Oh, for Christ's sake," he says. "We've already got two babies, I can't cope with another." Jensen steps up, shaded by Jared's form, and moves to give him a swift kiss of assurance.

Samantha wails.

Jared pouts once more. "Fine," he says, leaning to unbuckle Trystan from the stroller. "But I'm not getting rid of the striped one. She," he juts a long finger out at Samantha where she's tucked against Jensen's side; tickles her under her chin and she sniffles. "Has to learn about compromise."