Who Do You Love - Dean Ambrose

Chapter 4: Handbags & Gladrags

Despite my insistence on buying a new dress, in the end I went with one I already had. It had been languishing in the closet in my room back at my mom's house and the second I saw it, I knew it was the one. I had bought it a year ago a few towns over, when my mom and I had been scanning the art scene. It had been hanging in the window of a cute vintage clothing store and she had essentially made me buy it, mostly figuring what the hell. I hadn't worn it since and had forgotten all about it but it was elegant, mid-length and not to dressy, with just the right amount of nineteen-fifties chic. As it turned out, it also matched what Dean was wearing and as I stepped from the bathroom, my face lit up,

"Hey, look, we're both in blue," I gave him a giddy twirl, "What do you think?"

His eyes traced up and down the delicate lacework and he frowned a little,

"When did you buy that?"

It made me pleased that he seemed to know my wardrobe so intimately and I smiled as I attempted to shove my cell phone into my clutch. Why did they always make them so damn impossible to actually fit anything half useful in?

"I didn't, I bought it with my mom, like, a year ago. Didn't even remember I had it until earlier today and – oh come on, just get in there."

As I growled in annoyance and yelled at my iPhone, Dean snorted wryly and moved across to help. He took it from my hands with a sigh and looked inside it before raising a brow at the various contents.

"Lauren?"

"What?"

"Do you really need all this stuff?"

I gaped in mock outrage,

"Um, for your information yes."

"Really? Because your phone and lipstick I can get on board with, but Advil, Band-Aids, perfume and what is this? Bug-spray? We're only going to be there a couple hours. You're packin' like we're campin' at this place overnight. What the – Princess, are these extra shoes?"

I snatched them away as he pulled them from the handbag and frowned a little at him,

"They're in case my heels hurt."

"So what are the Band-Aids for?"

"In case – ," I faltered, "Um, in case my heels hurt?"

Dean took them from me and tossed them away easily,

"Nope."

"Hey – ,"

"If your heels hurt, you can just use the Band-Aids," Dean instructed, smoothly sliding in my phone, "If they don't work, I'll have to fuckin' carry you."

I giggled a little,

"Okay then."

"There."

With everything tucked away and the clasp sealed firmly, Dean handed me my good-to-go bag and for the first time since he'd moved, I realized how close he was and tip-toed up to give him a kiss.