Summary: AU. Despite their difficult situation, Dean asks his pregnant ex-wife to move in with him so he can be of help to her and the baby. Even though Dean sees other women, he can't deny that he still loves the woman carrying his child. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Riley Johnson.

A/N: So...Happy Valentine's Day and whatever... I hate this day. So I'm uploading angst. Well...kinda-angst. I feel crappy on this day of the year especially seen as I'm single again for the third time in around seven months and I have no-one to spend Valentine's day with for the eighteenth year in a row. So, I hate to be a destroyer of romance for the day but I can't stand it. So enjoy this angsty fic which will in fact have a happy ending.

I promise. Hope you enjoy! Please R&R!

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Of Righted Wrongs, Babies and Second Chances

Chapter One

It wasn't an ideal situation in the slightest, but as Dean Winchester helped his ex-wife take her things inside his apartment, he knew it was the least he could do for her.

Her cousin had moved and left her unable to pay for that house, and in her desperation she'd called Dean. Dean had been kind enough to take her in, and despite their unhappy break up, he didn't want to miss anything else with the baby. They were having a girl, and already she'd begun moving around inside Riley. Riley was the beautiful brunette that Dean had fallen madly in love with when she'd had to pay several visits to the garage because of her car, and her best friend Jimmy Novak who had been her rock as she and Dean had separated. The divorce had come in merely six months before, and Riley had announced a week later that she was pregnant.

Dean brought in the heavy bags seen as Riley was advised against lifting heavy objects. Through her whole pregnancy she'd been advised against excessive lifting, so she felt guilty when Dean had to bring of her things inside. Dean knew she was emotional a lot of the time, and he knew that she was struggling on her own, so he was doing what he could to help her. But when he got through the apartment door and he found her in tears, it pulled at his chest in the most uncomfortable way. Like it used to when they were together.

"Hey, what's the matter?" He asked, going over to her as she sat on the couch crying her eyes out before he put an arm around her gently, "Riley?"

"I'm sorry I'm causing so much trouble." She sobbed, "I don't mean to burden you..."

"Riley, you and our baby will never be a burden." Dean promised, "It's okay, I promise. I'll get your stuff into the spare room and I'll help you unpack it, alright?"

He rubbed her back to calm her and found her soothed easily in his embrace. Even after their divorce he'd found he was the only one who could soothe and calm her. She'd been extremely emotional throughout this pregnancy and a lot of comfort had been needed by her. He got her some water, and rubbed her bump softly to soothe her even more.

Their divorce had come as a bit of a shock to both of them, but when someone decided to tell Dean that Riley had slept with someone else, Dean didn't think before going home and confronting her. But his lack of trust in her simply pushed her away and when she was proven innocent, Dean tried to make it up to her, to apologise, but she wouldn't have any of it. Dean then took things too far and filed for divorce. He regretted it the moment the papers were signed. Both of them still wanted to be together. They loved each other so much but Riley's trust in Dean had faded a lot. She knew he was going to be a doting father but a husband? Could she really rely on him to be someone to talk to. Would he accuse her of lying to him again if she told him what was bothering her?

"Why don't we get you set up in that room, huh?" He said softly, helping her stand before moving her things into the guest room.

They unpacked together, discussing things like the house that Riley and the baby would move into, her maternity leave, his paternity leave, the next check up, the birth plan, the first few weeks after the birth, and of course, their little girl's name. As Riley took a break, the familiar movement of the baby began inside her and she smiled, gasping and reaching out to Dean who panicked for a second before he saw the beautiful smile on her face. He instantly relaxed, realising it was just the baby moving.

"She having a little dance party in there?" Dean asked with a laugh as he approached the bed, carefully reaching out to touch the bump.

After how things had ended between them he was very careful around Riley and how their contact was. He didn't want to make her feel threatened or uncomfortable at all, but she smiled at him and he placed his hands on the bump, grinning as their baby moved against their hands. He realised that his other hand was holding hers and he flushed, pulling away suddenly and looking guiltily at her as she bit her lip.

"Come here...?" She said softly, opening her arms to him.

He looked a little unsure before he embraced her, feeling her fingers stroking through the hair at the back of his head. The two were still very young. Dean was twenty-four and Riley was twenty-two, yet they'd been through so much already.

"You'll be holding my hand when I'm giving birth, Dean." She laughed softly, "It's okay to do it now. Don't feel bad."

Dean pulled back from the hug and looked into her eyes, desperately wanting to just kiss those full lips and have her back. He wanted her so badly, but he didn't want to show it because he knew for a fact she didn't feel the same way. But that's where he was wrong because she did want him. She held onto every embrace for as long as she could without it making things seem suspicious. She loved Dean still and had from the moment they became friends. She knew in her heart he was the only man who could ever make her feel free, and loved.

Without him...What the hell was she going to do?

-TBC-

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