Are We Meant to Be?

Chapter 17

It was now a little past the 8 1/2 month mark. So far the pregnancy was going perfectly. Everything was fine. We had planned out an extra room of the bunker for the nursery. We already got a crib and diapers and stuff like that. It was all extremely expensive though. Dean had to open up another credit card scam just so we could manage. It was all starting to worry me. I was getting stressed out really easily, and I would often just want to sleep all day to avoid thinking about it. Not only that, but we had the wedding coming up in a few days. It was planned and paid for, but I was worrying about that as well.

I was asleep on the couch, when I was woken up by Sam.

"Baby. Wake up."

"What's up babe?" I asked groggily.

"Are you ok?"

"Why do you ask?"

"You've been wanting to sleep more and more recently and you don't want to talk to us much. Are you sick?" I shook my head, and put my head into my hands.

"What's wrong?"

"Everything is coming too fast. There's too much going on and I'm stressing out. All the baby stuff is so expensive. Dean had to open up another credit card for crying out loud. Our wedding is in a few days. It's planned, but I'm worried about it. There's just so much happening, and I'm scared."

"Miranda, relax. It'll be ok. Breathe. It's ok. We have plenty of money. Our wedding is planned and its small so we don't have to plan as much anyways. What are you scared about?"

"I'm scared that something is gonna happen at the wedding. I'm scared something is gonna go wrong and I'm gonna lose you and Dean like I've lost everyone else. I'm scared that we're gonna get low on money. Im scared that Dean is gonna get so frustrated that..."

"That what honey?"

"That he's gonna start to hate me, or he's gonna be mad all the time. I know this money stuff is making him frustrated and stressed. I just don't want to see it progress. I'm also scared that I won't be a good enough mom to this kid that we haven't even named yet. There's a lot to be scared about, Sam." Dean started to walk in, but saw I was upset and that Sam had it handled, so he went back to research for the time being.

"Baby, he doesn't hate you. The wedding is gonna be great, and you won't lose us. Ever. We have plenty of money too. I know you'll be a great mom, Miranda. You're an amazing fiancé, and person so I know you're gonna be a great mom. Once we are married, we will have to sit down and figure out a name. We have time. Just try to relax."

"I'm trying. I don't want to shove you away, but can you give me a bit to just compose myself and think about things? I'll be out when I'm ready."

"Of course. I love you." He said as he kissed me.

"Love you too." I replied. He left the room and went back to Dean.

~Sam's POV~

"Hey Sammy. Why's she so upset?"

"She's just really overwhelmed and scared."

"What's she scared about?"

"She's scared that something will happen at the wedding and she will lose us because she's lost everyone else, that we are getting low on money, that she won't be a good enough mom, and most of all, she's scared that you're gonna get so frustrated with all this money stuff and everything that you're gonna start hating her. She knows you're stressed and frustrated already and she doesn't want to see it escalate."

"I wouldn't hate her."

"I know that. I tried to tell her that, but I don't know that she believes it."

"Can I go talk to her? Is she ok?"

"She's just on the couch. Go ahead."

~Dean's POV~

I went out to Miranda.
"Hey. Can we talk?" I asked gently.

"Sure." She said blankly.

"Sam told me you've been overwhelmed and scared. I just want you to know it's ok. There's a lot going on, and it's ok that you're upset. I hope we aren't making you feel like you can't be."

"Thanks. I'm just scared."

"I know. Why are you scared about me though?"

"Because I know you've been really stressed and frustrated with all the money and wedding stuff and baby stuff, and I know you don't always respond to frustration and stress very well. I just don't want it to progress to the point that you..."

"I what?" I asked even though I knew the rest of it.

"Hate me. I'm the one who's bringing all these problems to you. I just don't want you getting pissed and hating me." She finished as she leaned onto me and cried.

"Hey, hey. Miranda, it's ok." I said as I lightly rubbed her shoulder as she continued leaning on mine. "I want you to look at me." I said softly. She looked up into my eyes.
"I promise you I won't hate you. Ever. You aren't bringing me problems. This is a child that you are carrying. You are bringing all of us a little bundle of joy. Even though I'm getting frustrated and stressed, I couldn't be happier. I'm happy that I get to be an uncle even though it's not biologically related to me. I'm happy you and Sammy are together and are getting married. I will finally get to see my brother be happy again, and I get to see a beautiful girl be married to the man of her dreams. Don't think for a second that any of that would make me hate you."

"Thank you Dean."

"Of course."

"Can I ask you 2 questions?"

"Sure."

"Please tell me, you didn't use the money I paid you back with for any of this baby stuff right?"

"No. I didn't. I swear. I knew it would be a back and forth with that, so I put it in my account."

"Good."

"What's your second question?"

"When the wedding is over, Sam and I need to pick a name for the baby. Will you help us?"

"Are you sure you want me to? It's not my kid."

"Yes. You are gonna be a part of this child's life. You are helping us pick as long as you're ok with helping."

"Yeah. I'll totally help if you want me to. I can't say I'll be very much help, but I will do my best." I said

"Thanks."

"Of course Miranda."

"Sorry about thinking you'd hate me. I'm just really high strung and..."

"Don't explain yourself. It's fine. It's totally understandable. Just know I won't." She nodded. We both walked back to Sam. She was perked up and smiling.

"Hey babe." She said happily before giving Sam a kiss.

"Get a room you two." I teased. Sam gave me a shake of his head, and we sat down to finish our little bit of research.