"What do you think?" Dean asked a couple weeks later as CJ walked around an apartment two blocks away from his. He was really proud of his little find, the smirk on his face selling her on her point.
"I love it. Thank you, Dean."
"Don't thank me for anything, sweetheart. I'll call Roman and we'll move all your stuff in next week. Until then, you can stay at my place." Dean decided and CJ nodded, knowing better than to suggest them moving stuff together and getting it over with. "C'mon, you've got an appointment in an hour."
"I honestly forgot all about that." CJ admitted with a small smile as Dean pulled her into his side and led her out of the apartment. He locked the door before tucking the key into her front pocket and taking her hand in his. "Can we go get lunch, first?"
"Of course. You're going to call Seth today, right?"
"I don't have a choice." She sighed. "He may be a dick but I'm carrying one of his kids, too."
"All you have to do is update him, at most it's a two minute conversation. You can hang up on him at any time if he makes you in comfortable and I'll knock his teeth in when I see him next."
"How many reasons do you need to beat the hell out of him?" CJ asked as he opened the passenger side door to his car for her and he shrugged.
"As many as it takes to justify why his mother can't recognize him after I'm done with him." Dean explained, gently shutting the door before jogging around to the other side. She couldn't stop her smile from growing, especially when Dean reached for her hand once he was on the road. "Now that I really think about it, he shouldn't have a dick after what he did to you. So that's another thing to add to my to-do-to-Rollins list."
"Is this a real list?"
"It's on my phone." He looked over at her quizzically when she started laughing. "What?"
"That's just so great. It's not bad laughing, I swear." She assured, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. He squeezed back, looking down at her as he stopped at a red light. "What?"
"Do you know what chick cum is called?" Dean asked from out of nowhere, definitely catching CJ off guard.
"What?"
"Chick cum. The technical term for it, anyways. Like, how jizz is called sperm or semen, is there a technical term for chick cum?"
"I don't think I've ever heard it called chick cum, but I think it's technically called discharge." She stated, obviously unsure in her answer when she took her phone out of the glovebox to google it as Dean pulled into a drive-thru.
"What kind of shake do you want?"
"I was going to say vanilla, but now I dunno." CJ mumbled as she typed one handedly into the google search bar. Dean chuckled, bringing her knuckles up to his lips as he closely analyzed the menu. "Get me vanilla, please."
"What size fry?"
"Oh, uh... I want chicken nuggets, too."
"Those sound so good right now." Dean agreed, deciding on a twenty piece chicken nugget and a large fry. "What size shake, darlin'?"
"Small." Dean nodded, knowing that she probably wanted more than just a small but he planned on sharing with her anyways.
"Can I help you?"
"Uh, yeah. I need a large vanilla shake-"
"Ambrose!" She whined, lightly swatting his arm with her phone.
"A large fry," Dean continued as if he hadn't heard her complaint, making her huff. "and a twenty piece chicken nugget."
"That's too much food." CJ complained, not looking away from her phone. "But urban dictionary and like four other sites call it ejaculate."
"Where the hell would we be today without slang?" Dean asked with a laugh as he pulled the car up to the first window to pay. "Oh my god, can you imagine dirty talk without slang?"
"Or dirty talk before there was slang?" CJ asked as he handed the kid at the window a twenty. Both were ignoring the surprised look on the kid's face and Dean opted to continue their conversation as he got his change back.
"Dost thou wish to receive my semen?" Dean asked with a poorly done British accent and CJ couldn't help but tilt her head back as she laughed. "Fuck, by that time I would've blown my load and I'd never know if you wanted it or not."
"I would wish to receive thine semen." She responded with the same bad accent and Dean laughed as he got the bag of food and the milkshake.
"Cover my erect genitalia with thine creamy ejaculate, you filthy harlot." Dean continued, grinning over CJ as she almost choked on the milkshake.
"We really shouldn't have gotten vanilla."
"No going back now. Eat, darlin', since you haven't eaten since this morning." Dean prompted, setting the bag in her lap before turning onto the main road.
CJ and Dean were sitting together in a clinic, CJ was texting Beth and Dean was reading some pamphlet. The waiting room was practically empty, save for an obviously pregnant woman and her young son, but still the two were still wearing their sunglasses and Dean's baseball hat was turned down low to reduce the chances of them being recognized. The receptionist was watching them closely, trying to figure out why the hell they'd be so secretive but she couldn't figure it out.
"Have you decided whether you're having a vaginal or ces... cesar-"
"Caesarian?" CJ asked, looking up from her phone to see his nose still buried in the pamphlet.
"That's how you pronounce it?" Dean mumbled, briefly glancing over at her before going back to his reading. "Anyways, have you picked?"
"Uh, no. I was actually going to ask what all was involved in a c-section today, since I'm not sure I'll be able to handle giving birth naturally to two kids."
"You could get the epidural. I'm sure that would help."
"I read a few stories about women who got the epidural and then their vaginas tore because they pushed too hard because they couldn't feel it."
"What do they do if it tears?" Dean asked and CJ had to smile at his genuine curiosity.
"They have to stitch it back up. But they have to do it right or else it could get infected." She explained, pulling the pamphlet from his hands and tucking it into the inside pocket of her jacket. "So I'm on the fence about the epidural."
"We've got a few months to decide, right?"
"If we go natural, I've got until I'm ready to pop to decide." CJ assured, turning and draping her legs over Dean's thigh and letting them hang between his spread legs. His arm wrapped around her waist to support her and she leaned her head against his shoulder, tracing the parts of the pattern of the tshirt he got from some CrossFit place that didn't require her moving his jacket to get to.
"Tired, honeybee?" He asked softly, gently kissing her forehead.
"Bored out of my damn mind. Your foot's tapping like crazy, though. Anything on your mind?"
"I'm nervous. Will we be able to see the babies today?"
"I do believe that we'll be doing an ultrasound today to make sure they're growing at a steady pace. If we don't see them, we'll hear their heartbeats for sure. It was so cool the last time." She explained with a small smile, cupping his cheek to keep his attention on her. "There's nothing to be nervous about, since we're in this together."
"When will we know what you're having?"
"Not for a while, I don't think. That's something you can ask the doctor."
"You want me to ask questions?" Dean asked, completely floored that she wanted him so involved. That may have been one of his kids, but he expected her to have all the questions to ask and just want him there for moral support.
"Of course I do. Your baby, too. Besides, you may have questions that I would have never thought to ask." She spoke with a smile before kissing him chastely. "It's always good to have two minds working together for the same reason."
"Copeland." A nurse called and Dean set CJ on her feet before pulling her aviators off her face and tucking them into his pocket with his. She took her hand in his and they followed the nurse into the back and to a room where the nurse recorded CJ's weight and blood pressure and then led them to another room.
"A hundred and thirty pounds? Ugh." CJ groaned, pouting up at Dean while they waited for the OB. "I'm going to be a whale by the time this is over."
"You'll still be beautiful, and that's only what, eight pounds since you got pregnant and right now you're twelve weeks?" Dean asked and she nodded. "How long is a pregnancy?"
"Typically like 37 weeks."
"See? If you keep going at this rate, which you probably won't because you're suddenly self conscious, you'll only gain like twenty five pounds, and you can easily drop that once you're cleared to fully exercise again." Dean assured, making sure to hold her eye contact while he spoke. "Never worry about how you're going to look around me. I love you for who you are, the hot body and great sex is just a bonus."
"You're right, I suppose."
"And when we get back to my place, I'll be worshipping that body."
"You will?"
"You're my queen, Christina, how could I not?" He asked with a small smile, kissing her forehead as the man who he assumed was her doctor walked in and introduced himself to the young couple. He was an older guy, something that made Dean relax because he obviously had been doing this for a while and CJ wouldn't be interested in some Colonel Sanders look-a-like. He seemed genuinely nice, too, and didn't have to look at the chart to remind himself of what her name was.
"Doc, before we do the ultrasound, what's healthy weight gain for twins?" Dean asked, looking down at CJ while she subconsciously pinched her stomach. "This one is concerned but I know she won't ask."
"Well, Dean, with multiples it's recommended that she gain thirty five to forty five pounds. The fact that she's only gained eight this far is a little low, but I'm sure she'll catch up."
"Thirty pounds? I've never weighed more than a hundred and twenty five in my life. Being one-fifty-two-"
"You'll drop quite a bit of that just by having the babies and shedding all the water weight, Christina." Dr. Christiansen informed her, smiling when Dean gently pat her head.
"You'll be back down to one-twenty-two in no time, 'Stina. Now stop worrying." Dean stated, not even flinching when she backhanded his stomach lightly while the doctor put on his gloves and squirted gel onto CJ's stomach. She flinched at how cold it was, but quickly recovered as the doctor spread it around and put the little wand on her stomach.
Dean looked between the doctor's movements on her stomach to the little monitor on the other side of the exam table in amazement. He knew how pregnancy worked, having suffered through health class in high school, but there was something so much more interesting about seeing it all happen before his very eyes. The doctor pointing out where each baby was, hearing their little heartbeats, knowing that he played a major role on all this happened was just so amazing to him and he'd never be able to properly thank CJ for such an amazing thing.
"When do we find out their genders?" CJ asked quietly, her eyes also glued to the monitor.
"We'll do that detailed ultrasound at around week eighteen. That appointment is going to be a long one because we'll be pointing out organ development, counting all the little fingers and toes and, if they're in good position, we'll be able to see their genders." The doctor explained, looking between the young couple. "I've always been amazed by pregnancy and how everything can just develop on its own from microscopic size to being a living breathing human."
"It surely is amazing." Dean agreed, smiling down at CJ and noticing the small smile on her face.
"Doc, do you have time to explain how a c-section works? We're weighing our options right now." Dean asked, remembering that CJ wanted to ask about that while they were there.
"I have plenty of time." Dr. Christiansen assured as he started cleaning the gel off of CJ's stomach.
The young couple listened intently as he explained how the procedure worked; mentioning that she'd be awake got the procedure unless it was an emergency and they needed to knock her out, that Dean could be there unless it was an emergency and he didn't have time to change into scrubs, and even how recovery went. They were hanging off of every word, both extremely grateful that he went into such detail, even describing reasons why he would suggest a c-section and how long recovery typically took. Dean even took notes of the key factors on his phone, already sold on wanting CJ to have a c-section. He knew in the end it would be up to her and that he'd abide by her decision, but his mind was made up.
"Dr. Christiansen was really nice." CJ commented as she and Dean cuddled on his couch together later in the evening. He had already ordered dinner from the Thai place she loved and let her pick what she wanted to watch on Netflix, not at all surprised or upset that she wanted to watch The Walking Dead. All they needed now was the food and he'd be set for the night, since she wasn't starting the show until the good got there.
"He was. I liked that." Dean agreed, playing with the hem of the tshirt she was wearing while her legs moved to rest on the bridge his legs made between the couch and coffee table, since that's where he was resting his feet. He couldn't help but notice how small her feet were compared to his, which was to be expected but his feet made hers look tiny in comparison. "I think I'm sold on the c-section."
"I was going to do a bit more research, maybe look at some message boards on being pregnant with multiples and get other opinions, but I'm eighty percent sure that's what I want to do."
"We came really close to making our first big decision as expectant parents." He commented, kissing her head with a smile when she smiled up at him.
"We did, didn't we?" She asked rhetorically before cuddling more into him. "You're okay with me wanting to look more into it, right?"
"Of course, sweetheart. Before we do anything in regards to these babies, you need to be positive that it's what you want. I have a major role in this, and so does the shithead, but your opinion is what matters most."
"Thank you." CJ whispered, burying her face into his tshirt. "I don't know what the hell I'd do if I was going at this alone."
"I know you'd figure it out. But you don't have to because I'm not leaving you." Dean assured, rubbing her back comfortingly like he knew she liked. "At dinner I looked Adam's mom dead in the eye and told her that you were it for me, and I fucking meant it. You're all I've got, honestly, and I know you'd never give up on me."
"I couldn't ever give up on you, Ambrose. You mean too much to me to just give up on." She spoke softly, looking up at him with tears brimming in her eyes. "Not to rip off Titanic or anything, but you saved me in every way a person can be saved, Dean. You fought most of my demons for me, and half the time you weren't even aware of it. The very least I could do was hold onto the hope that you'd come back to me."
"No tears, Christina. Because if you start crying, I'm probably going to start and I'd rather not." He tried soothing her with a smile, wiping away her tears before they even got a chance to roll down her cheeks. "I love you, okay? I've only ever loved you, and I'm not going to be able to love anybody like I love you. You're the one."
"Stop being all sweet and I'll start trying to suck it up." CJ said, forcing out a small laugh as she pulled the collar of her shirt up to dab at her eyes. "I love you, too." She mumbled as a knock sounded at the door and Jon sighed as he leaned over and removed her feet from his legs.
"That's probably dinner." He announced as he stood, holding out a hand to her. "I'll take care of that, you go get that makeup off, okay?"
"Alright."
It only took five minutes before the two of them were back on the couch, food containers littering the coffee table around his feet and her legs were back on his legs as they ate. CJ couldn't resist the opportunity to rub in Seth's face that she was happy and being loved accordingly, since the two toned man was convinced that nobody could love her like he did. So she first took a selfie with Dean, demanding that he just smile for once in his life, then took a picture of the coffee table, making sure their feet made the picture. She posted the selfie to Instagram, making sure to make the caption as sweet as she possibly could without revealing that Dean was her boyfriend.
"What cheesefest are you putting on there?"
"Just saying that you've got my back with Thai food and your charming personality when I needed you the most." CJ explained, basically quoting what she had typed and leaving out the parts about how infidelity constantly stings and Dean made the sting hurt less. "Nothing too cheesy."
"In two weeks I'll be your boyfriend for the world to see, babe. I'll do something big for you to officially ask and you can put pictures all over Instagram."
"You don't have to do that, Dean. I don't want that. I'll probably just take a picture of us sleeping and let your fangirls know that you're off the market."
"They're going to be so pissed." Dean laughed before setting his container down and looking for a different one while CJ put the picture of their food on the coffee table on Instagram.
"Well, it sucks to suck." She commented, setting her phone next to his on the coffee table before cuddling back into him.
"You have the crab things, don't you?"
"Did you want some?"
"Yep. Start the show, gorgeous."
This feels so right. She thought to herself a couple hours later. Her face hurt from smiling at Dean's reactions to the show so far. It was obvious to her that he liked it and she was glad that he did, since it gave them more things to do than have sex, cuddle, and talk about things when they were together. Not that she didn't like the sex, cuddling, and talking they did, since she was grateful that she got that from him, but it was nice to just do something with the person loved without having to talk to him.
She was madly in love with Dean Ambrose. There was no fighting it any longer and no real reason to hide her love for him from anybody. He was what she wanted in a guy, and even started to make up for what he once lacked, and she couldn't be happier that he was willing to change for her. Sure, they had to work on talking about feelings that weren't their feelings for each other, but that was something they'd work on gradually. She was fine with the way things were now, because she was happy.
I'm feeling like this is beginning to drag, so there will be some time jumps but the story is going to revolve more around them at home than in the ring. I'm most likely only going to skip a couple weeks at a time so I'm not rushing the story, but I really felt the need to stop letting it drag.
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