“Some kids get called “bundles of joy'” or “slices of heaven” or “dreams come true.‘” We got “the fifty-fourth generation of DNA experiments.” Doesn’t have the same warm and fuzzy feel. But maybe I’m oversensitive.”
The girl handed you the phone with a giddy smile. “Do you mind taking the picture?” she begged.
You laughed and took her phone from her. “Sure, sweetheart. But I’ll warn ya, that one gets a little handsy when he is drunk,” you said, gesturing toward Jensen. “And he was drunk off his ass three whiskey’s ago,” you laughed with a wink.
The girl laughed before stepping between Jensen and Jared. They both towered over her. She couldn’t wipe the adorable smile off of her face. You smiled to yourself as you raised the phone to take the picture.
You were watching the screen as Jensen planted a firm kiss on the girl’s temple. You had to stifle a giggle as you heard him lean back and start talking to her.
“Damn, Y/N, you smell so good. Did you change perfumes or something? And when did your hair get so long?” he asked, looking down at the girl.
You tossed your head back in laughter as you snapped the picture then got Jensen’s attention.
You snapped your fingers so that Jensen looked up at you.
“Hey, Jensen!” you giggled.
When his eyes met yours, he smiled in recognition then looked back at the girl he had just kissed. He looked thoroughly confused.
“You’re not my wife,” he slurred as he pulled away from the girl. “Who are you again?”
Jared laughed as he pulled the girl into a hug.
“Don’t mind his drunk ass,” Jared laughed as he squeezed the fan to his chest. “Y/N warned you about how he gets when he has had a few too many,” he said shaking his head.
“Hey!” Jensen said indignantly. “We’re celebrating, Asshat!” he declared as he looked at you then back at Jared. Your eyes went wide. Jensen had no filter after a lot of liquor. He was about to spill the beans to everyone.
“Jens, I think that’s enough,” you said, your eyes wide as he looked at you confused still.
“What, beautiful? We ARE celebrating. We have a damn good reason to celebrate,” he said, walking toward you, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you close, nuzzling into your neck.
“I know,” you whispered, letting your hands settle on Jensen’s shoulders. “But the reason we are celebrating is still a secret,” you reminded him.
Jensen kissed your neck then pulled away to look you in the eye. “You mean they don’t know you’re pregnant?” he asked.
You slapped a hand over his mouth, and he just smiled back at you his eyes lighting up as he kissed your palm.
“What?” Jared and Gen said at the same time as the girl walked away.
“They do now,” you laughed. “We were waiting until we told both of our parents,” you added, popping Jensen in the stomach. He shrugged innocently as he looked from you to Gen and Jared. “But I should have known once this one started drinking, it wouldn’t be a secret for long,” you laughed.
Jensen contemplated you for a minute. “Secrets are stupid,” he declared. “Hey everybody! Listen up!” he yelled at no one in particular. “My sexy, gorgeous, beautiful wife is PREGNANT!” he declared triumphantly. “And I’m the lucky son of a bitch that knocked her up. Now THAT part was fun,” he laughed.
“Okay, that’s enough, Ackles,” you laughed, kissing him quickly so that he would shut up. His tongue tangled with yours before the two of you pulled away breathless.
“That mean you wanna get started on another?” he teased, running his hand up under your shirt.
“Down boy,” you said, slapping his hand away. “What am I gonna do with you?” you laughed, kissing him once more.
“Congrats, guys,” Jared said with a laugh, pulling you both into a bear hug.
“Thanks man,” Jensen said seriously. “She is one hell of a woman,” he added, looking at you proudly.
“Oh?” you asked.
“Hell yeah,” Jensen replied, pulling you into his arms and kissing you with fervor.
“Don’t you forget it, Ackles,” you teased, running your hands along the length of his back, the mystery picture girl long forgotten.