You're the Best Thing That Ever Happened To Me

Chapter 32

She had finally told him that she eight weeks pregnant. Dean was speechless. They sat in silence for a few moments on their bed.

"You know, I've been told, 'Honey, I'm pregnant' seven times before... It's different coming from you."

"Doc says everything's healthy."

"You almost died when you had Rosie. Do you realize how close you were? Has Frank ever told you the conversation that happened with the doctor?"

Chrissy shook her head.

"The doctor came out and asked who to prioritize. Frank almost screamed at the doctor 'my wife.'"

"Was that supposed to make me feel better, Dean? I'm the reason my daughter died. Christ, this wasn't what I needed from you." She tried to storm off, but Dean gently grabbed her hand and pulled her back on the bed.

"I'm sorry, Chris. I'm worried. I can't help it."

"You don't think I'm worried? I've given birth three times, and I only have one baby. The odds are not in my favor."

"No shit, Chrissy! Why do you think I said that I thought having a baby was a bad idea..." Dean saw the expression on Chrissy's face change, "I didn't mean it like that." Chrissy began to sob, and Dean moved closer to her. "I'm sorry. I'm here for you. We're going to get through this and pray that you and the baby are both healthy."

"I'm sorry..." Chrissy said quietly.

"No, I'm sorry. I'm an ass as usual."

"You're my ass," she let out a little laugh through her tears, "And I love you."

"I love you too."

They embraced for a minute before they heard an urgent knock at the door, "Daddy!"

"Deana?" Dean jumped up and went to the door, "What's a matter?"

"It's Jamie!"

"What's Jamie?" Chrissy asked in a panic.

"He's got a bad pain in his stomach. He can hardly move."

They all dashed to where Jamie was writhing in pain on the couch.

"What happened, sport?"

He was sweating profusely, "It hurts so bad..."

Without a word, Dean picked up Jamie off of the couch and carried him to the car. While he was a big kid now, he was still skinny as can be and Dean almost threw him over his shoulder like a rag doll.

"Come on, Momma," Dean said to Chrissy who had frozen for a minute.

Dean sped to the hospital. A few minutes short of arriving, red and blue lights began following them, "Son of a bitch!" he muttered. "I'm not pulling over. We can explain at the hospital."

They continued on and when they pulled into the hospital parking lot, the police jumped out of the car, "Somebody sick?"

"My son!" Dean called out, "Can I get a hand with him?"

One officer ran for a wheelchair while the other helped Dean get Jamie out of the car.

"Is your wife okay?" the one officer asked as the other wheeled Jamie into the emergency room.

"Honey?" Dean stuck his head in the car, "You okay?"

He hadn't realized, but she hadn't said a word since the whole thing began.

She nodded and accepted his hand to help her out.

"He'll be okay, won't he?"

"Ma'am, if I may, I think it's his appendix. You got here while he was still in pain, so it hasn't ruptured. They should be able to do the surgery and he'll be good as new."

"Thank you," Chrissy nodded.

"It's a pleasure, Mrs. Martin."

Dean and Chrissy walked into the emergency room hand in hand. As they entered, Chrissy looked at Dean with teary eyes, "Let's never fight again, okay?"

He nodded and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead.

"Dean?"

"Hmm?"

"You called him your son."

"He is whether it's official or not. No disrespect to Jack, but I've felt that way since the day that kid was born."

Chrissy and Dean sat down in the waiting room and awaited the news on their son.