Who's My Secret Admirer?

Chapter Thirty-Five: Wedding Talk & The Beginning

It's been a few days since Riley was back together with Dean.

He's still in pain after what had happened and he's been in bed. He's very tired and catching up on some sleep.

Morgan looks to not have know what had happened until one day.

"Dean? Are you still sleeping down there?" Morgan asked, knocking on the basement door.

All she heard was silence. So she guess that he's still sleeping. She went through the kitchen to make breakfast and able to have a relax time with him down there.

After a while, she unlocks the door, walks down the stairs, and sees an empty basement and the handcuff was loose.

She dropped the plate of food on the ground to make the glass shattered into pieces.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Morgan screamed.

She kicked over the chair that was in there and then picked it up and threw it at the wall.

"WHERE IS HE?" She yelled at the top of her lungs.

She went over to the bed and feel it. She still thinks it smells just like him.

It's so soft. It's everything.

Meanwhile, Dean stirs awake in his long fourteen hour of sleep as he saw his pregnant fiancée was carrying a box into the room.

"Riley, don't carry that. I'll do it." Dean sits up immediately to help her, while hopping on one foot.

"Dean, it's not that heavy. I'm fine." Riley assured.

"What's in the box, anyway?"

"Baby clothes!"

"Where did you get baby clothes?" He asked.

"I went shopping and since we don't have the nursery ready and everything I just put it in a box for now" she said.

"We don't even know what we're having"

"I went for a color that's in between blue and pink."

"I want a boy."

"No! I will not have another Dean Ambrose going crazy in the house!"

"Oh, come on. Our baby boy couldn't be that bad."

"That bad? Let's see if he or SHE gets your crazy genes and see what happens."

"Whether the baby is a boy or a girl, he or she is probably gonna be like me" he said.

"I hope not" she said setting the box down.

"I still think it will be boy"

"We'll have to find out"

"Look what I got for either of them!"

Dean saw the print on the onesie.

Blue onesie: Daddy's buddy
Pink onesie: Daddy's princess

"So adorable."

"Yeah. I knew I had to get them when I first saw them" she said smiling.

"You're usually good at picking out clothes" he said.

She nodded.

"True. I always have good taste" she said.

I gently pull her to sit on my left leg and cuddle my soon-to-be wife in my arms.

"Within nine months, you're going to be the greatest mother to our baby."

I rub my hands on her stomach where our little baby is growing. She smiles and press her cheek against mine.