Mr. Blake's Baby

Nesting

Please read A/N at the end:)

"A couple more weeks and you'll be inviting Brianna into the world." The nurse said handing my a towel to wipe my stomach of the blue gel.

 "But is she okay?" Dean frantically asked causing me to roll my eyes.

"It was only a scare and you should be fine but no stress." The nurse responded giving him a look, I can only smile at her for doing it too. It was Christmas Day and here I was in the hospital making sure I'm okay and my baby was okay. After Dean's engagement to Amanda and the whole ordeal I decided,with my parents support, to cut Dean out of Brianna's life but obviously it didn't work because here he was hovering over the nurse. 

"Easy." I said sitting up and pulling my hair tighter into its pony tail.

 "Just watch out. No extra activities and traveling. She could come any day." the nurse reminded me and I nodded my head. 

Any day now. I was terrified yet excited. Though I had stopped updating Dean every time Brianna moved or if I needed anything, he would still drop things off by the house. Things I had previously shown him I wanted.

"You need a ride home?" Dean asked and I shook my head no. 

"Mom should be on her way." I said getting up and walking towards the door. I left the building and to the curb where I waited for my mom but never saw her. 

"You sure?" Dean asked from behind me and I had jumped a little forgetting he was there. 

"Fine. Whatever." I said following him to his jet black spider. I was in love with his car but failed to see how he would have room for Brianna. I hadn't mentioned it because he talks about the car as if he is married to it. 

"What should I bring to the hospital when Brianna is born?" Dean asked breaking our silence and I looked at him.

 "A camera? I don't know." I said looking out the window then to my phone. I had failed to tell him he would not be in the room but that was a minor detail that was needed right now, right?

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It had been almost two hours since Dean dropped me off at home and I basically wanted to shoot myself from boredom. Dad was off on a business trip once more, leaving him to miss Brianna's birth and mom was working at the office. I'm sure she's working a little extra so she will have more time at home with me. I decided to do what anyone does when they have reached the last level of boredom, clean.

I started in my room and it looked as if it could be in a magazine but now I was in Brianna's room, which was attached to mine. Gift bags, boxes, and trash covered the floor as I organized ever drawer, cubby hole, and space. Her clothes hung proudly in her closet while her dresser was full of hair bows and frilly socks. Wunanubs sat in a bowl on the counter near her crib along with an ocean night light that projected fish and other aquatic life onto the wall. Her room was almost identical to the room I have always wanted. Though it was white, all of her furniture was a creamer color. Her crib was the only dark piece of furniture in the room, making it stand out. She had white bedding with little gold arrow print on them and a faux fur rug sat in front of her crib while a faux fur throw was on the edge,hanging off a little. I looked around to see everything in its place and my heart was happy.

 Even though I had made five checklist for Brianna, I still felt like I was missing something. I looked around and saw the unpacked bags I was suppose to have ready for the hospital and I mentally slap myself. I walked over picking up the two bags off of the dresser and walking over to the middle of the floor. I start walking around the room collecting everything I would need for the arrival of Brianna. My mind raced with the thought of everything I would need and by the time I was done the bag wouldn't even zip up. Feeling defeated by a bag, I decided to put it up in the closet and wait for my mother to get home to help me. 

Walking to the closet I opened the door and stretched my arm up all the way to put Brianna's bag on the shelf but of course my short and very pregnant figure couldn't each. I looked around the room for anything I could use as a step latter until I saw a plastic toy drawer. It was better than nothing and was tall enough to where I could reach the top shelf. Moving the drawer to the place I needed it I stepped on it feeling it dip under my weight. Reaching my hands once more upwards I found I was still too short. I stood on my tippy toes and finally the bag slid o bathe shelf with ease.  I dropped my heels to the drawer and immediately I heard a crack followed by me falling backwards and crashing onto the floor.

A/N: OMGG YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST. IVE BEEN WORKING(woah caps) a lot lately and just forgot to update and I'm so sorry but im starting a new updating schedule where I PROMISE to update! I had all these notifications of people adding/Voting for my story and it means so much cause not everyone does vote or comment to let me know how they like it and so on.