Desiree:
"Dean, baby, stop crying," I said, trying to calm him down.
"How *sniff* can I stop crying when I'm going to be a daddy?" Dean said, bawling.
"Dean, I know you're happy. But you need to pull yourself together," I said. Secretly, I wanted to laugh at him but that would be mean as fuck. I was desperately trying to hold back laughter.
We were at the doctors office. I was getting an ulrtasound to figure out the gender of the baby. I wanted a little girl so bad. Luckily, the doctor came in soon. She applied gel onto my stomach and used a probe to rub over my belly.
I held onto Dean's hand tight. After what seemed like eternity, the doctor finally spoke up.
"Congratulations! You're having a girl!"
I looked at Dean. He stared back at me with his blue eyes.
"We're going to be parents," he whispered. "I love you so much, Desiree."
"I love you, too," I said.
We decided to go shopping for clothes for our baby. Dean was going crazy and picking out everything. I think he forgot I was with him.
"Hey," I said, rubbing my growing belly. "I like these booties."
"Get those, too! Now, where those radio thingys at? I need to get some so I can hear the baby when she cries," Dean said.
I pushed the cart.
"Baby, don't strain yourself," Dean said, trying to push the cart.
"No, I got it. You just find whatever it is the baby needs. You're a pro," I said.
Dean gave me a kiss and went to find the radios while I looked for books with baby names in them. I came across a cute book with a little animals on it. The book was pink. I flipped through some of the pages and went to name's starting with D.
Desiree was the first name I saw. Interesting enough. Danica. Daphne. I keep searching until I came across one that sounded beautiful: Destiny.
Even though I liked the name, I would see what Dean wanted to name the baby.
"Hey babe," Dean said, "I got the radios."
"And a shitload of batteries," I said. Dean had grabbed four big packages of them.
"You damn right," he said, placing everything in the cart. "Let's go pay for this stuff."
Once we got home, we placed everything in the nursery. I hung up the clothes while Dean placed pictures of animals and flowers on the wall.
"There we are. Our little princess will have a cute little room to call her own," Dean said.
Dean joined me to hang up the clothes.
"You can really decorate," I complimented him.
Once Dean found out we were having a little girl, he rushed to get pink paint to paint our daughter's room. He finished in two days. He wouldn't take a break to eat. I had to force to him to eat. Dean was determined to be the best father he could be. He wanted the best for me, Dave, and our little baby. I wanted to help fix the room but Dean didn't want me to hurt myself in anyway. I convinced him to let me hang the clothes up in the closet. Dean wanted to take care of me and the baby as much as possible. This is why I loved this man dearly.
"I honestly don't think I do. I just...grabbed whatever matched is all," Dean said, blushing a little.
"I think it looks cute," I said. "I also found a name for the baby in a book today. How does Destiny sound?"
"It sounds beautiful like the woman who picked it and the woman carrying our bun in the oven," Dean said.
He stopped hanging up clothes and gave me long kiss, cupping my face in his hands. His lips tasted sweet, like honey. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, lust now running through my veins. The kiss got more passionate and more heated by the minute. I managed to unlock my lips from Dean's.
"We should go to the room," I said quietly.
Dean took my hand and led me to the room. He helped me take off my clothes and lay down.
"Shit," I said.
"What's wrong?" Dean said, unbuckling his pants and pulling them off.
"I look hideous dammit," I said. Hormones acting up again. But I really did feel different about my body.
Dean joined me on the bed.
"You look beautiful. I don't give a damn if you do have stretch marks or how much fat you obtain. You're still mine and I still love you," Dean said.
"I don't. Shut up, Dean," I said. My eyes were getting blurry from the tears forming in them. "Just shut up. Shut your mouth. Get out!"
Dean just smirked at me.
"What the hell is so funny?" I said, irritated. "Don't you dare-"
I was silenced by Dean's lips once again. His lips had some honey flavor to it that I couldn't get enough of. Maybe I was so damn hungry and thought his lips were indeed made of honey. I don't know for sure...but I do know that Dean was doing a damn good job of making me feel great.
Dean looked at my stomach and began to rub it. He didn't say anything. He just rubbed my stomach. He leaned down and kissed it.
He then looked back up at me.
"Ready?" He asked me.
"Ready."
