Dean spins you back into his arms as your favorite song plays over the speakers. "How are you doing, Mrs. O'Gorman?" He whispers against your ear as you both gently sway to the music.
You smile and close your eyes. "I'm doing wonderful, Mr. O'Gorman, thank you for asking. And how might you be doing?" You ask.
I'm in shock." He states. Your eyes fly open and you peer up at him suspiciously. Your husband of three hours smiles and kisses you, tugging his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. "I cannot believe that you are my wife." He explains.
You grin. "Is that so?" You ask.
"Oh, definitely. I mean, I just can't get over the fact that I'm going to spend my whole life with you. I get to have kids with you... and grand kids and maybe even great-grand kids!" He exclaims softly.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Dean." You laugh softly. "Hold up. We haven't even been married four hours yet, and you're already planning what will happen in, say, 70 years?" You ask, grinning.
"Well, I'm hoping that's what happens." Dean replies.
You smile and lay your head on his chest. "I'm hoping that as well, love." You whisper.
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You stare at the the two lines on the pregnancy stick, your heartbeat stuttering. "Dean!" You scream, running out of the bathroom, the stick in your hands. Dean and you have been married for two years. "Dean!" You call again, bounding down the stairs.
"Y/N, what is it? What's the problem?" Dean asks, coming into the house from the garage. He wipes his dirty hands on a towel, his eyes on you, and his eyebrows knit into a worried furrow.
"Dean." You breathe, stopping in front of him.
"Y/N, you keep saying my name. I'm beginning to think I'm the problem." Your husband smirks.
You grin and playfully smack his arm. "Stop it." You laugh.
"Then what's the problem?" Dean asks.
"There's no problem. None whatsoever." You answer, smiling as tears slide down your cheeks.
"Then why are you crying?" He asks pointedly.
"Because we're having a baby." You whisper, showing him the stick.
Dean drops the towel at his feet, his jaw agape. "We're pregnant?" He asks. You nod in confirmation. "We're pregnant!" He howls, before picking you up in his arms and spinning you around. "I'm going to be a father!" He shouts, setting you down, breathing heavily.
You laugh and sniff, pulling him in for a long kiss. "And you'll be the best one there is." You whisper.
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You let out a cry of relief as your child leaves your body. You fall against the pillows, breathing heavily.
"It's a girl!" The doctor exclaims. You smile as your sweet baby's cry fills the hospital room. Dean squeezes your hand, tears in his eyes. The doctor places your baby in your arms and you let out a sob.
"She's so beautiful." You whisper as your daughter cries.
Dean softly gasps as he gazes at her daughter. "Oh my goodness." He whispers, tears sliding down his cheeks. He sniffs. "I promised myself I was going to be strong about this." He mutters, looking away to keep from crying even more. "But I just can't help it." He whispers, before breaking down. "I never thought I could hold so much love for a human being. She's part of me and I love her so much." He cries. You sniff, your own eyes flooding with the onslaught of tears. Dean kisses your head and wraps his arms around you and your daughter.
"I want four more, Y/N." He states.
You look at him, your eyebrows drawn in question. "Four more, what, Dean?" You ask.
"Children." He answers.
You laugh. "Dean, we just had our first a minute ago, and you already want four more?" You ask.
"Yeah!" He exclaims.
"We're going to have to see about that. You're not the one birthing them." You reply, grinning.
"I know you'll do amazing just like you did with her." Dean says, nodding to your baby. He smiles at you and kisses you deeply. "I love you." He whispers.
"I love you too." You return, smiling, before Dean kisses you again.
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You sit on your front porch in Dean's arms as you watch your six children play in the front yard. Once you had baby #4, Dean and you decided to try for one more and you were unexpectedly surprised with twins. The twins are now four years old.
You look up at your husband who's getting some wrinkles around his eyes. He's still so handsome.
Dean notices you staring and looks down at you. "What?" He asks, smiling.
"Nothing." You answer, shaking your head and returning his smile. "You're so handsome. Even more so than when I married you." You murmur, touching his face.
Dean laughs softly. "Being a husband to a beautiful wife and a father to six amazing, lovely children will do that to a man." He says.
You look at your kids and rest your head on Dean's shoulder. "We've been through a lot, Dean. And I wouldn't have wanted to go through it with any but you." You say.
He kisses your head and rests his head on yours, sighing. "Have I told you how much I'm in love with you?" He asks.
You smile and close your eyes. "Eh, once or twice." You murmur.
Dean laughs. "Yeah, just once or twice." He repeats. You look up at him and he kisses you.
"Ew! Mom and dad are making out!" Aidan, your third child, shrieks.
You break apart from Dean, laughing. Dean grins at you and kisses you again. All your children give a consecutive groan and roll their eyes, while smiling.
[THE END] I hope you liked it!
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Dean O'Gorman Imagines
FanficThis book is for Dean O'Gorman and all of his characters' imagines.
