The White Rabbit

21.) Christmas with the Millers

"Hey, mama...no luggage for you. Give me that. Doctor said no lifting over 10 lbs for 6 weeks."Dean says snatching my overnight back from me.

I relinquish my bag to him and he throws it over his shoulder along with my pregnancy pillow around his neck, his backpack full of his stuff and another luggage full of presents in his other hand.

"I'm 30 weeks today, Dean! It's been almost 4 weeks since the accident. I think I'm okay."I chuckle while arching and stretching my back until it pops.

I've reached the point in pregnancy where everything hurts and is stretching out to a point I didn't know was humanly possibly. I no longer feel the pregnancy glow and only feel heartburn. Dean tells me I'm beautiful but I'm not sure how much I believe a man that seems to love me unconditionally and I give him amazing head so he kinda owes it to me to call me beautiful.

"Nope, not taking any chances. And the last thing we need is for you to be any more top heavy and fall down the stairs. So you, sweetheart can handle that precious cargo while I take all the shit to the truck." He says while throwing his shoes on.

"Alright, alright. Fine. You win. Can you throw me my shoes. If I have to bend over one more time today to pick something up I might scream." I say while throwing my socks on one foot at a time battling my bump along the way.

"Of course! Here, are your Birks okay?" He asks sliding me my brown Birkenstocks.

"Perfect." I say sliding my swollen feet into each shoe.

At this point in pregnancy all I have been wearing is large sweatshirts and leggings because it's cold here in New York and nothing fits. And quite frankly I don't want to waste even more money on maternity clothes because after this pregnancy I am pretty sure I don't want to ever do this again. Okay...maybe one more time to give baby boy a sibling but never again after that.

"Ok, I'm going to go run this down to the truck real quick then come back to help you! Dean smiled pressing his lips to mine.

"No...no I'm not elderly just pregnant. We can all go at the same time. I'll go slow...I promise." I roll my eyes and stand up.

"Audj..."Dean starts.

"Dean...let's go. I'm fine." I state and hold my belly and my back and start walking towards the front door.

"Ok... but I'm going down the stairs first so in case you fall..." He explains.

"I know I know...but I won't." I reassure and plant one kiss on his temple.

After locking up the apartment, we make it down the stairs where I don't fall...shocker for Dean and he loads all of our stuff in the bed of his truck. He helps me into the passenger seat, helps buckle me, and then comes around the front and gets in the driver's seat.

"Dean..."I exhale out of breath from just all that.

"Yes, Audj?" He smiles putting the key in the ignition and starting it up.

"You gotta stop babying me." I giggle rubbing my swollen belly.

"I know...it's just hard because you're so pregnant and I know you're miserable and with everything that happened it's the least I can do,"He explains his thought process.

"I am pregnant and I am miserable but I think I can manage a seatbelt."I say with a wink.

"Right...right. That's true. I'm sorry."he laughs while reversing out of the parking spot.

"And Dean..." I say shyly.

"Ya?" He asks flipping the car into drive and beginning to leave the parking structure.