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“Perfect.”
“Alright then.”
“Beer?”
“Please.”
I grab a bottle from the fridge and walk into the living room with him. He turns from the pentacle to face me as I hand him the bottle.
“Dinner is still going to be a few minutes. I’m just waiting on the chicken.” I say, about to take a seat on the couch, when Dean’s arm snakes out to wrap around my waist, stopping me. “What?”
“You know what.” He nearly whispers. “The last time I saw you on this couch…”
I wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him to me tightly. His arms encircle me, his free hand grips the back of my shoulder. I didn’t expect this to be harder on him, than it is on me. Since we met, he’s always been my rock. The strong one.
“We beat them.” I whisper, but he doesn’t speak. He only holds me, silently. Seemingly unwilling to let me go just yet. “Remember what you told me, that night you first kissed me in your truck?” My fingers gently stroke the smooth skin at the back of his neck. “What doesn’t kill us, makes us stronger, right? We’re still here. They aren’t. Because of you, Dean. They aren’t.”
“I was being sarcastic… He’d have done me a favor by killing me, if he had taken you from me that night.” Dean manages to say, though his words are strangled. “It gutted me… hearing you scream like that, Vanna… Fuck. It tore me apart.”
“I’m right here.” I hold him tighter as I feel his arms constrict around me a little more.
Suddenly, there’s a slight, but distinct fluttering feeling in my womb, and I gasp. Dean immediately loosens his grip on me, holding me at arms-length to look me over.
“What is it?” he nervously asks. “Did I hurt you?”
I bring my hands to the bump of my lower stomach, staring at my hands over the sundress he bought me, as I wait to see if it will happen again.
“Vanna, what’s wrong?”
It happens again!
“Oh my God!” I grab his wrist, bringing his hand to my stomach and pressing it firmly against my body.
Dean’s eyes shoot up to lock with mine as we both feel Ace kicking for the first time.
“He’s kicking? Already?” Dean asks in bewilderment.
“We’re right around twenty-five weeks.” I smile up at him. “The doctor said I might not feel anything until I’m at twenty-six. I’ve been waiting. I read that some women can feel the baby as soon as sixteen weeks. Though usually not that soon during their first pregnancy.”
Another little tumbling sensation that feels almost like little gas bubbles, has me grinning wider. “Did you feel that?”
“No...”
I press his hand a little firmer to my body, and this time I can feel the flutter slightly more pronounced. Dean’s smile broadens as well.
“I felt that.”
“He’s a little fighter. Just like his Daddy.” I laugh as Ace kicks me again.
“Alright, Ace. Now you’re just showing off.” Dean grins down at our hands pressed against my body.
“Maybe your son is hungry?”
“Then let’s get you fed.” Dean says, taking my hand now and leading me back into the kitchen.
After clearing the table from dinner, Dean helps me wash and dry the dishes at the sink.
“I’d like to see you smile again.” Rinsing off a plate, I hand it to him to dry before he places it in the dish drainer.
