The Professor

Part 2 - Chapter Forty-Eight

"Good morning." I awake from my sleep at Dean's soft voice and a warm cup of black coffee being handed out to me. 

I sit up in the bed, blinking away the tiredness, and smile a lazy smile at him, accepting the coffee. I don't drink my coffee black and my stomach is somewhat queasy this morning, but Dean's performing a romantic gesture, something we talked about last night.

"Thank you," I say, forcing myself to take a sip of the dark steaming substance and refrain from making a face. The taste of it makes me want to hurl and I quickly set it on the bedside table, making sure I don't spill it on the white bedding.

"Is it that bad?" Dean asks. 

"No, it's not that. I've just been having really bad morning sickness lately. I can't stomach anything."

"Well I know you don't like your coffee black and I read somewhere online that caffeine wasn't good for the baby, but I did read that a little here and there wouldn't hurt. I just figured you would want something to wake you up." He smiles a soft smile.

I smile at his generosity but i'm not sure if my happiness comes from his gesture or the fact that he has been reading up on pregnancies. That thought stirs something in my stomach.

"You know, breakfast in bed is considered a romantic gesture." I wink.

"This wasn't breakfast. It was just coffee." He's quick to shoot down my subtle insinuation.

I overlook it and relish in the fact that he knew what he was doing and he still brought me coffee in bed. 

"I wish I could drink it," I say honestly. "I'm ready for this phase to be over."

"You could have told me you've been getting sick in the mornings." His voice sounds somewhat hurt. It actually throws me a little off guard and I stare back at him blankly. That's not something I could see him caring about.

"I didn't think you would care," I admit shamefully, looking down at my hands.

"Why would I not care about that? That is my child too that you will be giving birth to."

"If that happens."

He sighs, giving me a ridiculous look.

"Sorry. Just keeping it real." I throw the covers off of me and walk to the bathroom. I'm sure I look like a mess. When I get to the mirror and see my reflection, I know my assumption was right. My hair that I pulled up into a bun last night is the only thing remaining in tact. My makeup has smeared half off and left little black specs underneath my eyes, making me look tired and sick.  The color of my skin is pale and I know that there is nothing about me that screams beautiful right now but I don't care. I feel oddly comfortable with Dean seeing me like this.

He follows me into the bathroom and leans against the door frame. He folds his arms across his chest and his biceps peak out of the sleeves. I look away from the glorious sight of morning Dean. He looks just as perfect as he did last night except for his bedhead. It actually suits him, giving him a sexy, natural look that i'm glad I got to witness.

Dean catches me staring at him and a cocky smirks curves on his lips. His eyes grow darker. "Like what you see?" He asks in seductive tone.

I force my gaze back to myself in the mirror and then turn on the water, wetting my toothbrush. Dean stands there and watches me, making me feel uncomfortable until I finally turn to look at him.

"A little privacy would be great."

Dean drops his arms and then moves to stand behind me. We look at each other in the mirror. My breathing starts to become shallow and I wonder what he's doing. I can't help but not look at him. His eyes reflect into mine in the mirror and don't look away and his hand places gently on my shoulder and slides down my arm slowly. The contact sends instant flames down my skin when he touches me and the intense eye contact makes it burn even more. His hard body then presses into me purposefully as he leans to grab his toothbrush from the glass holder against the mirror.