Dean quickly rid the both of you of your clothes as he crawled up your bare body leaving a trail of soft kisses all over your body. From your hips to your neck, there wasn't a small space left untouched by his lips. You reveled in the soft sensation as his scruffy face tickled your skin. His lips were on yours in a split second as he pulled your legs up over his shoulders. He thrust into you slowly; the moan escaped his mouth as yours did. You felt like your breath mixed together as his washed over your face. He thrust slowly, pushing all the way into you before pulling back out. He laid his forehead against yours and stared down in your eyes as your hips worked together. You loved it; he was slow and sensual.
You both peaked at the same time before you quickly fell asleep in his arms.
After a few weeks, you started to begin to feel sick. You had constant headaches and morning sickness. After taking a few pregnancy tests, it was confirmed that you were indeed pregnant. Dean was ecstatic as were you; you two had been trying to get pregnantfor a while. You were headed into your second OBGYN appointment, this time Dean was with you. He was going to see his baby for the first time. The doctor applied the lubricant to your stomach and moved the sonogram wand around your belly, his face fell quickly.
"Mrs. Ambrose; I'm sorry to tell you but..we can't find your baby." The doctor said as he still moved the wand.
"Surely he's just hiding, right?" Dean asked, grabbing your hand.
After a few more minutes of searching and coming up with no heartbeat, the doctor sighed and shook his head. You instantly started crying, Dean shed a couple tears. This was the worst thing that had ever happened to you. You had lost your baby.
The world was a dark place now to you as you walked back out to the car. You two said nothing the entire way home; you two knew it was better to stay quiet right now. He rubbed his hand softly up your leg. You went straight to bed and slept for a few hours after crying yourself to sleep.
When you woke up, you were surrounded by bags of stuff. Things that looked extremely expensive; name brand clothing, MAC makeup bags, all sort of things. You crawled out of bed and down the stairs before you saw Dean stretched out on the couch, watching something on television.
"Dean," You whispered, "What's all that stuff?"
"It's for you." He said, watching as you laid down on his chest, "You deserved it."
"Why? What did I do?" You asked him, looking up into his blue eyes.
"I haven't been able to spoil you lately." He shrugged.
"Thank you, baby." You whispered, laying your head back down on his chest.