"The neighbors saw you break into the house yesterday."
Bela arched her brows at her husband as he hung up his keys on a hook by the door. Dean untied his shoe laces and kissed her on his way to the cabinets. Bela watched him get a glass and crossed her arms over her chest. "It doesn't count as breaking in if you're eight months pregnant and need to use the loo, Dean."
He grinned at her, filling the glass with a pitcher of iced lemonade on the kitchen table. "The kids wanted to know why you carry a full set of lock picks in your purse. And why your earrings double as tension wrenches."
"None of their business," Bela huffed. She eased a hip onto the breakfast island, her left hand rubbing circles absently over her swollen belly. "Maybe I should ask them why they're so loud when they sneak out of the house in the middle of the night."
Dean smirked at her indignant pout. His wife was just too cute sometimes. He crossed over to her, pressing another kiss to the top of her head. "How do you feel?"
"Pregnant," she replied shortly. "It isn't a very pleasant feeling."
"Sam said Jessica's pregnancy went smoothly," Dean frowned, eyeing her carefully. She did look tired, he thought worriedly. Dark shadows circled her eyes and her temper, although never generous, was considerably shorter.
Bela snorted inelegantly. "Jessica is a beautiful being of light," she said, rolling her eyes fondly. "She bloody glowed throughout her pregnancy. She never had morning sickness, the delivery took half an hour. She's just an insanely lucky woman."
"I guess the same doesn't apply to you," Dean remarked heavily, his gaze tracing over the pale tinge in her cheeks, and the way she leaned into the counter.
"Well, carrying another person inside you is quite an exhaustive task."
Dean pressed his forehead against hers and pressed her close to him. The feeling of her curved midsection had him grinning down at her. "One more month to go, Lugosi."
"One month is too damn long," Bela sighed into his collarbone. "And then we still have to pick a nameā¦"
"One thing at a time."
"I'm not naming her Deanna."
"Well, I'm not naming her Evelyn."
"Dean. Evelyn is a perfectly acceptable, very beautiful classic English name," Bela began heatedly, emerald eyes lighting up as they always did when she argued.
Dean nudged her towards a chair. "Sit."
Bela didn't budge. Planting her feet firmly, she ignored the ache in her lower back. "I am perfectly capable of standing up, Dean. Being pregnant does not equal handicapped."
"You just told me you were exhausted," Dean pointed out. He nudged her towards the chair again, a bit more forcefully this time. "Sit, Bela."
"Fine. But only because you insisted." Dean rolled his eyes at her snappy reply, but couldn't stop the corner of his mouth from curling up. He sat next to her, and wound his long fingers through her slender ones. "Hey, Lugosi?"
"Yes?"
"You're going to be a great mom." He held her gaze, willing her to believe it. "Really."
She shifted uncomfortable in her seat. "Oh, I don't know about that," she said lightly, jangling her foot up and down with sudden nerves. "A great thief, for sure. But I wouldn't bet on being a great mother." She looked a little fragile in that moment, her features uncertain. Insecurity glimmered in her eyes and her mouth turned down slightly at the corners.
"I would," Dean told her quietly. He watched thinly-veiled emotion flicker in her eyes and felt her pulse scrambling under his thumb. "I love you."
She blew out a heavy breath. "I-I know."
"And I love this baby."
Her gaze flitted away, then back to his. "I think I do too."
"I know," Dean said, echoing her. "That's why I know you're going to be a great mother. You have so much love to give, Bela."
He squeezed her hand and Bela squeezed back.
A/N: Hey there! I'm sorry it's been so long since I last updated. Teenage AU is still on hold, inspiration has left me in that department. I'm still taking suggestions, though. Thanks for reading, and please review. Critique is always welcome. :)
