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“Now I’m annoyed, and depressed.”
Dean chuckles, rubbing my back. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s a true statement though.”
“Well, here’s another few for you.” Dean says. “The road to Hell is paved with good intentions, doll. And no good deed goes unpunished. But nobody will ever lay a finger on my little Witch.”
One Week Later
Sex with Dean has always been amazing… but something is different now. Every touch, every lick, every little love bite he places upon my body, sends tiny flickers of electricity shooting through my nerves. Crackling and zapping like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I’ve never been this sensitive.
“Oh God, Dean… wait.” I can’t believe I’m already on the verge of panting and he’s barely begun making love to me. He scrapes his shadowed jaw up my thigh to meet my eyes with his heated gaze, and that rough, scratchy sensation has me biting into my lower lip as well.
“What is it?”
“I don’t know… Everything you’re doing is so… overwhelming.”
A little smile pulls at his mouth. “I’ll try not to let that swell my… ego.” He says in a teasing tone. “The doctor said you’d become more sensitive, with all the extra blood your body is making to support the baby.”
“She wasn’t kidding.”
Dean chuckles. “I’m inclined to persuade you to allow me to proceed. Nothing gets me hotter than watching you react to the things I do to you, Kitten. Why waste these special times? Once he’s born, and you’re ready to be with me again, you’ll think I’ve lost my touch.”
“That’s impossible. We’ve always had amazing sex. That’s how this happened.”
He smiles slightly, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Or perhaps, push me to the way side altogether.”
I lean forward and reach between my thighs to stroke his stubbled jaw, then run my fingers through the top of his hair. “That will never happen to us.”
His smile broadens, though it seems rueful. “I won’t hold it against you, if it does. It’s perfectly natural. Ace should be your primary concern.”
“You both are, and will be.” I insist.
He responds with a gingerly shrug.
I’ll just have to prove him wrong. Moving my hand from his hair to stroke his sexy jawline once more, I tell him, “I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you. I can’t imagine a reason I’d ever pull back from you. You’re my everything, Dean. Our bond is forever. Our baby, just brings us that much closer to each other. I’m not saying I may not be too tired some nights, but that will never mean that I don’t want you. I will always want you. In every way. For the rest of my life. I promise.”
Dean turns his head slightly, pressing his lips against my wrist. “That’s all I could ever hope for.” He murmurs. I watch as his dark eyes shift to the clock on the night table. That naughty smile of his etches across his talented mouth once more. “It’s midnight.” He growls, locking eyes with me again. I watch him as he lowers himself slowly back down between my legs, and suck in a sharp breath when I feel his words against my sensitive body once more, “Happy Birthday, baby.”
I’ve been lucky. That is, until this morning, when I woke up with my first official bout of morning sickness. On my Birthday, at that. Today, it’s mid-April, I’m twenty-nine years old, and nine weeks pregnant. My doctor said morning sickness can start as early as two weeks from conception, and can happen at any time of day. I’ve experienced bouts of nausea for weeks now, but this is the first morning I’ve actually thrown up. Figures.
“Ugh, don’t look at me.” I mumble, hovering at the edge of the toilet in our master bathroom. Dean is by my side, holding my hair and stroking my back. “I must look so gross right now.”
“The night I first saw you, you were puking your guts out in a bathroom, Vanna. And I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I may have even fallen in love with you that very night.” Dean says. “Now you’re carrying my child. Gross, couldn’t be further from how I see you.”
“You’re sweet… And crazy.” I sigh, sitting back on my heels. Dean hands me some tissue to wipe my mouth. “I think I’m done. For the moment, anyway. Does this last all day?” I ask, peering up at him.
“I’m certainly not the authority on this, baby.” He says with a crooked smile. “It didn’t for Lucinda. But if it does for you, we’ll make an appointment and see if there’s anything the Doc can do.”
“Ugh… I feel like that maternity doctor’s office is my second home.” I groan. He helps me back to my feet. Since we found out I’m pregnant, with an iron deficiency, I’ve got appointments scheduled for every two to three weeks until she says otherwise. Though at this rate, I’m sure it will be for the duration of this pregnancy.
“What can I do for you?” Dean asks, smoothing my hair away from my face and pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I’ve read that lemon and ginger can help. Would you like me to make you some lemon ginger tea? It’s safe. I checked.”
“That sounds nice, thank you.” Actually, I could take it or leave it at this moment. But I know Dean wants to do something to help me, so I’ll let him.
“Coming right up, doll.” He kisses my head briskly once more before walking off to the kitchen.
I make my way over to the sink and brush my teeth, then run a brush through my hair. Standing before the mirror, I stare at myself. I’m wearing one of Dean’s old t-shirts and a pair of boy-shorts. Turning to the side, I lift the shirt, inspecting my lower stomach. As I twist and turn, examining myself, I suddenly feel Dean’s hands on my shoulders, before they slide down my arms, bringing them down to my stomach as well.
