Casey pranced up to Dean with a skip in her step. He noticed the yellow envelope behind her back and rose an eyebrow at his wife of one year exactly from where he laid on the floor, no longer having a staring contest with their Golden Retriever puppy. He already had an idea as to what the grin on her face was about and allowed her to lay on his back and drop the envlope on the floor between them and Parker.
"What's this?" He asked, prodding the envelope as Casey wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled his neck. "What has made my kitten so happy?"
"Something spectacular. I hope you're ready for this."
"Did you get herpes off a toilet seat?" He asked jokingly and she rolled her eyes.
"I don't use public bathrooms, so I would've had to have gotten it from you and, last I checked, you're clean and that would be terrible news. Not spectacular, ass." She argued and he laughed as she gave his hair a gentle tug.
"Alright, I'm sorry. Put your claws away, kitten." He teased and she tapped the envelope.
"Open it, bunny. The aniticpation is killing me." She urged, ruffling his hair as he lifted the envelope and slowly opened it, pulling out the three pieces of paper. The one on top was a picture that he knew Casey had drawn herself because it was an intricate stick figure drawing on some printer paper.
"I still can't believe that you still use crayons , Case." He laughed, turning his head to see her smile.
"They'll serve their age appropriate purpose soon enough." She murmured and he rose an eyebrow before further inspecting the picture. It was of him and her- form some reason his hair was red- and he only knew it was them because she wrote their names and drew arrows. She was holding something and it was then that he saw "baby" written with an arrow pointed at whatever Casey was holding and shook his head.
"Did you go see that psycho psychic with Kaitlyn again?" He asked and she sighed, pulling the picture away and he saw a table of sorts. "The fuck does all this mean?" He asked, tilting his head at all the medical jargon before Casey gave a sigh as she pulled the sheet away, revealing the last piece of paper that read "I'm pregnant, Jon." in Casey's pretty handwriting and he grinned.
"Are you really that dense?" Casey asked as she sat up and he turned over beneath her before sitting up and holding her close.
"Say it, Case."
"I'm pregnant, Jon." She said softly, seeing the tears well up in his eyes.
"I'm gonna be a daddy?" He asked, cupping her cheeks, and she nodded.
"You're gonna be a daddy." She confirmed, wrapping her arms around his neck and letting him hold her close to him.
"Holy shit, Case. This is... wow. How far along?"
"Eight weeks. I just found out last week."
"We've got to get that second room set up." He mumbled and she shook her head with smile. "No?"
"Not yet, at least." She giggled, pushing his hair back and he kissed her softly.
"We're going to get it all ready, anyways." He assured as he stood, lifting her with him and setting her on her feet. "Not today, but I'm sure Seth and Roman will be a big help. And Wade, Brad, and Ted. Our kid is going to have the best uncles in the world."
The way he seemed to be glowing as he rambled about their baby made Casey much less afraid than she had been. She knew that he'd be right next to her the whole way.
So, that's a wrap on Engaged to Disengage. Muchos gracias to everyone who read, favorited, followed, and reviewed this story. It kept me going. This isn't the end of Dean and Casey. I'll keep writing oneshots and adding them to The Little Moments, which is my currently small collection of Dean/Casey oneshots. So I strongly encourage you all to check that out to get your Ambrella fix.