Wrestlers x Reader;VOL 2[𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃]

Dean Ambrose Imagine [2]

yours and dean's baby girl eating a lemon for the first time.

❛ : Is ok if I request a dean ambrose imagine where him and the reader have a baby girl who is a couple months old and one day they let her try a lemon and she either makes a face about it and spits it out or she likes it and keeps eating it and fluff.❜

WARNINGS: Fluff, all the fluff in the world, lemons {the food lemon.}

A/N: D/N= Daughters name... I changed the baby's age to 8 months since that's when they can try lemons.

Dean smiled at his eight month old baby girl as she eat her food, as she sat in her high chair across from him, playing with the food she was supposed to be eating, cooing, giggling and babbling away, it melted his heart.

He couldn't help but let out a chuckle, making D/n draw her attention away from the food on her tray to look at her dad.

She gave him a goofy smile, making Dean let out a chuckle.

"Aren't you a cutie patootie." Dean cooed at D/n smiling at her.

D/n let out a giggle making Dean's heart melt even more.

"Dada." She babbled, stretching her arms out in front of her, smiling at him.

Dean was about to say something when her eyes shifted to his side, her smile growing bigger.

"Mama." She cooed, her arms still outstretched, waiting for one of her parents to pick her up.

You let out a chuckle as you noticed food all over her face and her hands, plus the tray.

"Hello cutie." You cooed, putting Dean's meal in front of him.

"Thanks babe." Dean hummed, grabbing a chip of the plate and taking a bite out of it, while you walked around the table and going walking over to D/n.

Grabbing few wet wipes you put in front of her high chair.

You gently wiped her mouth, which made her cringe and whine, trying to push your hand away from her mouth.

"I know baby." you cooed, cleaning off the rest of the food off the side of her face.

You put the used wet wipes on the side of the table, grabbing a few more as you cleaned the food off of her hands. D/n whined the whole time you were cleaning her.

Putting the used wet wipes with the other used ones, before turning back to her and unbuckling her from the high chair, D/n outstretched her arms in front of her as you picked her up.

D/n let out a coo, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck, as you held her with one arm, while cleaning the tray of her high chair.

Dean smiled at the two of you's as he ate some more chips.

"My two beautiful girls." He hummed, making D/n look up at him, smiling at him cheekily.

"Hello bubba." He cooed, as D/n let out babbles, her eyes wondering down towards the food on her dad's plate.

She let out babbles outstretching her arm as she tried to reach the food but failed. She let out a cry, pouting her lips, while you and Dean just chuckled.

You turned around to face Dean, D/n quickly turned her attention to the front of her, staring at the food hungrily.

Reaching her hand out in front of her and pointing at the lemon slices that sat on the fish, her tongue poking out a bit as she looked at you then back at the lemon slices.

"I think she wants one of your lemon slices." you chuckle, holding her with both your arms as she wiggled in your arms.

Dean picked up one of the lemon slices, looking at D/n.

"Is that what you want?" he asked her, making the eight month old nod her head yes.

Dean handed it to her, which she gratefully took it off of him, squeezing it in the process.

She brought it up towards eye level, inspecting it, she let out an 'Ah', looking at her mother curiously then her dad, before looking back at the lemon, and she slowly brought it towards her mouth, putting it in her mouth.

Her face scrunched up in disgust pulling the lemon out of her mouth, tears forming in her eyes, she threw the lemon.

"Aw baby." you cooed, as she buried her head into the crook of your neck as she started crying, Dean couldn't help but let out a chuckle, as you soothed D/n...