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Chapter 21

Two weeks dragged by so slow it seemed to Dean and Megan. But eventually, the day came. Summer volunteered to go pick up Megan, and although Dean was hesitant at first, he agreed. He set the GPS in her rental car for Megan's address, and she was off.

When she arrived at Megan's apartment, the older woman embraced her pregnant friend.

"Can I rub your belly? Pleease?" Summer begged.

"There isn't really anything there yet." Megan said, but Summer started rubbing circles over her small baby bump.

"I love babies!" the blonde woman exclaimed.

Once they got in the car and were on their way, the conversation flowed easily. Megan found herself opening up about her parents, and the ups and downs of dating Dean. Girl talk. Something she hadn never eally had a lot of.

Sure, she could talk to Angie about anything, but it was different talking with a girl who was closer to her age.

"So, do you think you guys will get married?" Summer asked.

Megan contemplated the question for a minute, the silence killing Summer Rae.

"I don't know. I'd like to, but I just don't think Dean is ready for something like that." she said honestly.

"Have you talked to him about it?"

"No."

"Then how do you know if he's ready or not?" Summer asked.

Megan shrugged, "Based on his reaction about the baby...took him a while to come around."

"Well, a baby is a bigger commitment than getting married in my opinion." Summer said.

"How?"

"Well, you can always get a divorce if things don't work out, but with a baby...its always going to be there. Always going to be your responsibility, ya know?"

"I guess that's true."

"Yeah, so you two have already made the biggest commitment there is. So why not get married too? Just a thought, girl." Summer said while flipping her long ponytail over her shoulder.

"Thanks," Megan laughed.

Summer and Megan arrived at the hotel a little after ten that night, and Dean was waiting for them in the hotel lobby. Raw was over, and he'd been pacing the lobby for about an hour. The moment he saw Megan his knees went weak.

She smiled at him, her eyes conveying a pool of emotions.

Dean started walking towards her, his legs hardly working, his knees shaking. He barely made it to her, falling down on his knees in front of her, and wrapping his arms around her middle, laying his head on her belly.

She gasped, and tangled her fingers in his hair, tearing up as he mumbled "I love you." against her shirt. She didn't care that they'd attracted the attention of the entire lobby with their reunion.

He held her tight for a long while until finally she whispered, "Dean, people are starting to stare."

"Fuck em." he muttered.

"Babe..." she whispered quietly.

He got her message, and stood, taking her by the hand and leading her up to his room.

Once the door was closed, he carefully backed her up against it. He placed one arm around her waist, cradling her against him, and the other he placed behind her neck.

He was about to say something as he stared into her green eyes, but she took him by surprise by closing the distance between them, and placing her lips gently against his.

"I missed you." she breathed against his lips.

"You have no idea." he agreed.

He pulled her further into the room. "You hungry?" he asked her while slipping off his shoes, and leading her to sit on the bed.

"Starving."

"Pick out what you want from room service, and I'll order it."

She stretched, and winced. "What is it? What's wrong?" Dean was by her side in an instant.

"I'm just sore from riding that whole way in Summer's tiny car, and my back hurts and I'm just...tired." she looked at him, a curtain of her dark hair falling over her eye.

"Well, go take a shower, and I'll get your food, and then we can go to bed."' he said.

She stood and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her, "You're amazing, you know?"

"No, I'm not. I'm lucky." he said while pushing her towards the bathroom.

Megan stripped herself of her clothes, and stepped into the hot shower. The water felt so good on her muscles. She washed her hair and lingered a few moments longer in the shower before getting out, and wrapping a towel around herself.

She squeezed the water from her hair before blowdrying it for a few minutes. Still damp, she braided it to the side, and walked out to find Dean.

He was sitting on the bed in a pair of black basketball shorts, shirtless with bare feet. She smiled, "I, uh, didn't bring any pajamas."

Dean raised an eyebrow at her, "Oh really?"

"Oh, stop with your dirty thoughts! I was just hoping I could wear something of yours. All your clothes at the house have lost their smell..." she trailed off.

He walked over to her, and pulled the towel down, throwing it on the floor.

"Dean!" she shrieked as the cold air hit her body. She was laughing, until she saw the look in his eyes.

His hand rubbed at her shoulder before sliding down her arm, and then over her belly. He rested it there for a few moments before trailing his fingers lower, and lower until he found what he was searching for.

She sighed and leaned against him as his fingers stroked her.

"Do you want to?" he asked quietly, his lips brushing her ear causing goosebumps all over her body.

She answered him by pressing herself further into him. He groaned and picked her up in his arms bridal style. He carried her to the bed, and laid down beside her. His fingers continued their ministrations and his mouth closed over hers. Kissing her passionately and pouring his emotions into her. Trying to tell her how sorry he was, how much he missed her, how much he loved her. And that he was never letting her go ever again.

He was careful as he finally entered her. Their love making was slow tonight. Slow, easy, and emotional. Tears filling Megan's eyes as she looked up at Dean. She smoothed his hair out of his eyes, and he bent down to press a kiss to her forehead.

"Am I hurting you?" he stalled above her.

"No, I'm fine."

"Why are you crying?" he asked gently.

"I'm happy." she whispered.

It didn't take long for either of them to unravel against eachother. The pent up feelings fraying at the seams while they worked out their issues between the sheets. Megan's heart was overflowing with feelings. Dean's hands were rough, but tonight so soft as he carressed her face.

He held her like something precious, and his touch was gentle, his kisses delicate. She'd never seen this side of Dean before.

"Are you okay?" she asked as they lay beside eachother in the dark, sated and sleepy.

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, babe. I'm just happy to have you here." he said as he ran his fingers up and down her spine.

He was keenly aware of her belly pressed up against his side. "When will we find out if its a boy or a girl?"

"In a few weeks." she said, "What do you want?"

He pursed his lips, "Don't know. Never had a chance to think about it, yet."

"Well, I don't care either way." she said.

Dean sighed, "I don't think I could be happier right now."

"Me either." she whispered.

Soon, her eyes drifted closed and Dean lay awake watching her sleep, and thanking God that she was back in his life. He lost her once, and he never intended on letting that happen ever again.