Congrats!!! Can I please have 16 & 17 with Dean!? 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽
“I thought it was a one night stand…and now we’re married” and “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”
“You asshole!” you shouted, throwing your son-to-be’s stuffed bear at Dean. “You knew I was saving the last piece for myself! I’m the one eating for two!”
The rational part of you knew it was ridiculous for being so upset about Dean eating the last piece of cake. But you didn’t care. Your pregnancy hormones were off the charts, and you wanted to take it out on the first person you saw. Which happened to be Dean.
Dean held his hands up defensively, taking careful steps toward you. You crossed your arms and frowned at him, saying nothing. Once he got to you, he gently placed his hands on your cheeks, and despite how irritated you were, you melted into his touch.
“Baby,” he said softly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize.”
He kissed your forehead, and just like that, all your anger melted away. You slumped against his chest, and Dean wrapped his arms around you.
“Sorry. Pregnancy hormones are a bitch,” you mumbled into his shirt.
You felt Dean’s chest rumble as he chuckled. “I know. It’s okay.”
“Why do you put up with me?” you joked.
Dean pulled away and looked into your eyes. “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”
You smiled wide and kissed him before a chuckle escaped your lips. Dean pulled away with an amused smirk, his brow quirked in curiosity. “What’s so funny?”
“It’s just…I thought it was a one night stand…and now we’re married. With a little one on the way.”
“You didn’t really think I’d let you go that easy?” Dean replied.
You smiled and rested your forehead against his. “I’m so glad you didn’t.”