Ambrollins : Be My Baby

Chapter 49

Dean POV:

Seth is still stuck with his grandfather's words and made our first Christmas really worse. I scorn it, really all of it. With a frown, I walk down the hall and stop by the window. An excited gasp escapes my lips as I press my hands against the cold glass. "Fucking snow!" I whisper enthusiastically.

I grin widely and walk over to the kitchen, where he's worrying wholeheartedly. Knowing well what to do, I peck his cheek and grab a plate. I start piling waffles on my plate, drowning them with syrup, and sitting at our kitchen table. I stare at him occasionally, hoping he'll argue with me about eating cinnamon rolls, but he doesn't. So my plan has flopped!

Carelessly, my knife slips out of my hand and bounces, blade-down, on the table. With a shocked expression, my baby yells out, "That's mahogany!" What a Hunger Games nerd! We break into laughing suddenly, as he sits down across from me while grabbing the knife from the floor and handing it to me.

I decide to break the silence. "You know, baby. It's a really nice, snowy day. Why don't we go play outside?"

He perks up, and his eyes gleam in surprise. "Really?!"

I laugh and set my knife down. "Yeah, why not? We're official now, so we have to spend our time and savor every moment."

He giddily runs off into our bedroom and digs into our closet. And I ramble into the room with a bit of a jump in my step, kind of happy to see him excited about something a little childish.

"Where's my snow jacket?!" He yells from the depths of the closet.

I shake my head and chuckle softly, reaching in and pulling the jacket that is alluding him off of the rack. "Right here, baby."

He emerges from the closet, hair a mess, and smiles awry as he gets the jacket from me. With a grin, I take a sock from the top of Seth's head and bop my finger on the tip of his nose.

I move to our dresser and pull out a sweater and two pairs of gloves, throwing one pair at the other man, who is getting dressed as quickly as he can. I barely have my sweater on before he stands next to me, fully decked out in winter clothes and a gigantic smile on his face.

"Get ready faster! Come on. We don't have all day!" He shouts as he runs down the hall. I laugh to myself as I hear the hall door open. "Hurry up!" He yells from the backdoor.

"I'm on my way! Can you bring my boots?" I ask, hoping he'll hear me.

He lets out an annoyed groan but complies anyway, stumbling back into our bedroom and placing the boots in front of me. I slip on my shoes and walk over to the closet to get my jacket and scarf. "Are we going yet?" He whines.

"Not with that attitude, baby. Be a good boy!" I wrap my scarf around my neck and put on my jacket as he looks up at me and bites his lip. "You forgot your beanie, cutie." I put his beanie on him a bit roughly. He fixes it and jogs to the backdoor.

I smile and follow close behind, watching him jump into the 8 inches of white fluff. "Adorable!" I say as I watch him run and play. I take my phone out and place it on the counter, right next to the door, knowing that I won't need it.

When I look up, he's missing. "Seth?" I yell out, not getting any response. Getting a little nervous, I call out again. "Hey, baby. Where are you?" Still no reply. "How the fuck that I lose a white boy in the snow? I'll never know.." I wander out deeper into our backyard.

"What the fuck!" I spin around to see him lying on the ground. What happened to him? I kneel and pull him against my chest, rubbing his back gently. "Hey, baby." I shake him well until he decides to blink his eyes open and pouts at me. "What happened?"

"It's not funny, Dean!" He shouts, rubbing his swollen temple. "You hit me really heavy with the snowball. My head is still hurting!"

"What!" My smile fades away slowly as I hear it because I haven't done anything like that since now. I look around the place in search of anyone, but he slaps my cheek lightly and glares at me.

"I'm sorry. But you deserved it. You almost knocked me out!" He murmurs as he pushes my hair out of my face. "Your game was not funny.. but this.." He shoves me back playfully and throws his snowball at me.

"You ass!" I yell before scrambling up and making a frozen arsenal.

"I know you want it!" He teases while creating an ammo pile. He's the first to fire the shots, so he's the first to throw again.

I have about eight snowballs in my arms, and I hurl the younger man's back. As he runs back to get more snow, I hit him right on the ass.

He whips around and wiggles his ass when he glances up at me. "Hey! Nowhere below the belt!"

"I don't hear you! I do where I enjoy." I yell from the other side of the yard. I can see the bright red blush on his cheeks, even from as far away as I am.

He runs toward me, snowballs flying. He soon runs out of ammunition, along with ideas. We aren't very good with a close range, surprisingly. As he closes in, I drop all of my snowballs and catch him as he tries to squeeze me somewhat to the ground.

He lands on top of me, and we both laugh aloud as we fall into the white blanket that coats the ground. My arms instinctively wrap around his waist, and I look up into those deep brown orbs that I love so much.

Seth POV:

I look down at Dean with the most loving expression. I take in each feature of his face, not that I don't know every contour already. I note how his dimples peek out, how his blue eyes look as they glint in the winter sun, how he can see the snowflakes settle on his lashes...

"I love you." My mental list of his perfection has broken off by those three words that he's saying suddenly.

"What?" I ask, not sure what he's said now because I'm too far in my thoughts. What would he say?

"I said I love you, Seth." He looks up at me, eyes full of affection.

I can feel our hearts racing in time with one another. Dean's arms tighten around my waist further as my mind process everything. "I love you too, Dean. Forever!"

A single tear rolls from each of his pale blue eyes as he smiles at me. "Forever!" He whispers and rolls us over. He's the first one to get up, but not without kissing me roughly. Being the gentleman he is, he holds out a hand to help me up as soon as I stop cursing and taking it, smiling brightly.

He yanks me upward gently, smacking our stiff lips together once more, and I'm about to melt in his arms when something icy runs down my neck and spine, the amused and slightly gloating laughter of him ringing in my ears.

"You'll regret that," I hiss, all the while fidgeting around to get rid of the snow on my skin somehow.

He only laughs louder, pushing another load of the crisp white under my clothes. "I like to see you try," He replies cockily, following by another gleeful grin. He pulls me against him and plants his lips against mine softly, and we pull apart after what seems like an eternity.

"Come on. Let's go in and have some cocoa. I'll put on a movie, and we can snuggle up by the fireplace. Sound good?" He whispers, blowing air on his clammy fingers while raising an eyebrow at me.

I stick my tongue out at him and cross my arms over my chest, pouting like a child. Without caring about me, he walks over to the house and enters it. "Hey! You coming?" The voice from the other side of the door is calling. It sounds too effortlessly natural, and I shun the way I like it. Hate the way it makes my stomach flip.