Her First...Her True...Her Only...LOVE

Papa Don't Preach

When I woke up in the morning. The bed was empty. No sign of Jensen anywhere, I began to panic. Jensen, I called where are you? I heard his footsteps on the floor as he returned to the bedroom.

 Good morning sugar, he said with a smile. How did you sleep?

 Like an angel. I think was my reply. 

That's not good. He responded angels don't sleep. Remember? 

I laughed out loud, DUH I said, and facepalmed myself. I call myself a fan. I said.

I'm hungry. I said 

Yep said Jensen making love will do that, you're in luck. I have already made breakfast. I made your favorites, biscuits, and gravy. It's good Southern white gravy too, my Gran' s recipe. 

Well, I said please don't keep me waiting. 

Actually, he said, you should probably take a bath before we eat. What we did is messy, especially for a first-timer.

 But won't the food get cold? 

It's on the stove, it will be okay.

 Wait a minute I said if we wash me then don't my chances of a baby go away, or at least they would if you didn't protect yourself.

 Oh... Sugar... Honey... Iced... Tea. I didn't use protection last night.

What are we going to do Jensen I asked? 

First, he said we are going to give you a bath, I'm sure you are sore. The warm water will help. 

After the bath, which I had to admit did feel good. We set the kitchen table. Wesley, if there's a baby we are in trouble.

 I know a way we might not be he said with a smile. I know this might seem forced given the situation we are facing, but I gasped as he got down on one knee. Marina Cassie Collins, will you marry me?

What could I do but say yes. The man of my dreams just proposed. Yes, Jensen Ross, Ackles I will I accepted with a smirk, knowing he hated when I used his middle name. He slipped the ring onto my ring finger. Jensen, I said it's beautiful but how long have you had it?