Fortitude || Book 2 of 'Reawakening Series'

Chapter 3 - You Can't Handle The Truth

"And then I stabbed the werewolf right in the heart and it died right there and then. And that's the first time your Daddy ever saved Mommy from a monster." Dean says, his head resting on my stomach.

We've been laying on the bed in the motel for an hour now, Dean resting his head on my stomach along with his hand as he tells the baby stories about his hunting trips over the years. My hands run through his hair soothingly, as I lazily lay there with a smile on my face listening to him talk to our unborn child.

"And that ends today's hunting lesson." I murmur and he looks up at me, "It wasn't a hunting lesson, that was one of the first steps of you falling in love with me."

I chuckle and roll my eyes, "Sure it was."

"Deny it all you want, you were in love with me from the get go." He states confidently and once again I roll my eyes, "Of course, it's not like you were mercilessly persuing me for a year or anything."

He turns and looks back down at my stomach, "Don't listen to her kid, she lies."

I hit him over the back of the head and he grunts, "Ow." He says before holding his hand up, "Fine, fine. No more hunting stories."

"Good." I mutter and lays his head back down, before clearing his throat and beginning to sing Bon Jovi's 'Thank You For Loving Me',

"It's hard for me to say the things
I want to say sometimes
There's no one here but you and me
And that broken old street light
Lock the doors
We'll leave the world outside
All I've got to give to you
Are these five words tonight"

I can't help the tears that begin to form in my eyes at his choice of song, his words causing joy to spread throughout me,

"Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn't see
For parting my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for loving me"

He turns his head up to look at me, meeting eyes as he continues to sing,
"I never knew I had a dream
Until that dream was you
When I look into your eyes
The sky's a different blue
Cross my heart
I wear no disguise
If I tried, you'd make believe
That you believed my lies

You pick me up when I fall down
You ring the bell before they count me out
If I was drowning you would part the sea
And risk your own life to rescue me"

I can't contain myself any longer as I grab him by his collar and pull him up towards me, pressing my lips against his. He's careful not to put his body weight on me, but I don't care as I pull him down. I feel a mixture of love, passion and lust running through me and I realise that my hormones are a complete mess at the moment.

He shifts his weight, but he accidenlty presses against my stomach and I move my lips from him, "Dean, you're pushing into my bladder and now I have to pee."

He pulls back, his hair a mess and his lips glistening as he looks down at me as he rolls out of the way, "I'm sorry baby."

I shake my head as I sit up, "It's not you, this has been happening all the time lately."

I get to my feet and walk over towards the bathroom, quickly going about my business. While I'm in there, I take a couple of prenatal vitamins. My eyes land on myself in the mirror and I turn to the side to examine myself. I still have a fairly flat stomach, but that's because I'm only around seven weeks along. But I have noticed that my skin is breaking out, I'm bloated and my breasts are very tender. Even now, there's a dull throbbing in them. But I see that they're bigger, not a lot but noticeable enough.