Dean and CJ slowly worked towards healing after losing one of their children, both individually working on their feelings about Seth. Both were still livid about what he had the nerve to say when he knew that she was upset over the loss, but Dean made himself work on getting CJ to relax since stress was bad for her. Eventually he'd get the shot to beat Seth's face in like he got the chair shots at Money in the Bank, he just had to be patient. Thwarting every one of Seth's cash in attempts was the way to go until he got that opportunity.
CJ and Beth had started planning the baby shower while Dean was away on tour. Dean didn't think she should've been thinking so much about baby stuff with the loss still weighing on her, but she assured him over and over again that she was keeping her mind off of the loss by focusing on their surviving baby. So he let her do what she felt was right for her, not wanting to stress herself out by constantly voicing his displeasure for her way of doing things.
While she did that, he put his focus on getting the house they saw while driving a month and a half ago. He had spoken to the realtor and even put an offer on the house, even though they had about three and a half months until the owner's ideal move date. It wasn't a big deal to him since she liked the place and told him that as long as it was a house that he liked and would feel comfortable in, then she was fine. He felt good taking initiative like this and really wanted to surprise her with it.
What he wasn't expecting was for the owners to decide to move early and Dean getting the call from the real estate agent saying that the papers were ready to be signed.
CJ was cooking dinner for the two of him at his place when he got the call, and she didn't know what he was nodding so eagerly over but she figured it was work related and shrugged it off. Her goal was to not burn the chicken she was cooking on the stove but she almost flung it all over Dean's small kitchen when he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and spun her around the kitchen.
"Dean Ambrose!" CJ squealed, shutting her eyes to prevent herself from getting dizzy until he set her on her feet. He gently pried the frying pan out of her hand before setting it on the stove and shutting off the burner. When she turned around, his hands were on her cheeks and he pulled her into a kiss and, even though she didn't understand what was so exciting, she could feel his happiness in the kiss. "What was that for?"
"That house from like a month ago when I talked to the guy about skiing even though I don't know shit about skiing?"
"Yeah?"
"We got it."
"I thought they weren't leaving until December?" CJ asked, small smile on her face as Dean shrugged.
"I dunno. I- no, we have to go in tomorrow to sign papers and get the keys."
"Oh my god. We're getting a house?"
"We're getting our own house." He confirmed, smiling when she hugged him. He was making CJ happy, and he was happy when she was happy. He never would have thought that he would ever buy a house, or buy a house to live in with a woman. But here he was, twenty-eight and hours away from being the official owner of a house for the first time ever and he'd be living with the woman he fell in love with. In about four months time his Princess would be there with them, and maybe in about a year they'd get a dog.
Dean Ambrose wasn't a white picket fence kind of guy, but he was about to step into the white picket fence kind of life. He just hoped that suburbia was ready for him and CJ.
"Four bedrooms, three bathrooms, carpeted attic and basement, and a two car garage. Dean Ambrose, you have officially spoiled me." CJ spoke, glancing around what she could see of the first floor.
"Luck of the fuckin' Irish, right?"
"Neither of us are Irish, though." She stated, looking up at him as they stood in the bare living room of their new house. He looked down at her and tilted his head slightly, trying to recall his descent.
"We can google it later. I was just using the figure of speech."
"I know. I just like giving you a hard time." She spoke with a smile, grabbing his hand and pulling him up the stairs. "I like that the staircase is all circular."
"This is rich people shit. Thank god the housing market is down, right?"
"Mhm." She hummed her agreement, counting the doors. "One of these has to be a closet and the other is a bathroom."
"Hopefully the second bathroom isn't near our bedroom." He stated, looking into the door closest to the master bedroom. "We can put the Princess in here, and the other two can just be guest bedrooms."
"I don't want her room to be bright pink, though." CJ mumbled, biting her lip. "Maybe like a pale yellow or green, but not pink."
"Olive green?" Dean teased and she chuckled while shaking her head.
"That was a bad joke. Olive green is too green though."
"Yeah." He agreed, following her into the master bedroom. "Holy shit."
"Is this how Beyoncé lives?" CJ asked, looking out at the backyard and the view of the city from the window.
"Beyoncé can probably drive a segue around her house. I've looked at the place, but I had no clue it was this nice." He spoke as CJ looked into the bathroom.
"Look at the fucking tub." She whispered, Dean following her gaze as he leaned on the window.
"Are tubs that big even legal?"
"This means bubble baths all the time, Dean." CJ spoke excitedly, grinning up at her boyfriend when he nodded with a small smile.
"You have no idea just how excited I am about that." He whispered in her ear, pulling her into his chest. "Nothing is better than relaxing in the tub with you."
"Such a sweetheart." She murmured, letting him support her body weight. "Wanna break it in?"
"When we have a bed for you to sleep in afterwards. Let's head back to my place and we can arrange getting movers and stuff."
"Alrighty. Do you think Roman would be willing to help paint and stuff?" She asked as he lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the room, heading down the stairs.
"I do. He asks about the baby when we end up in catering together." Dean informed, smiling down at CJ when he set her down at the bottom of the stairs. "Right now, it's just a big ass house."
"But it'll be our home in a matter of months." She finished for him and he nodded, letting her lead him out the front door. "Our big ass home."
"He bought you a house?" Adam asked, the look on his face priceless as he and CJ video chatted. She nodded eagerly, the man in question could be seen behind her dancing in the kitchen while he cooked something.
"He bought us a house." CJ clarified, giving her stomach a gentle tap.
"A house?"
"A big ass house." Dean called, obviously proud of his purchase. "You should come visit when we have everything moved in."
"Let me get this straight, just to make sure that I'm hearing you two clearly." Adam stated, watching as Dean leaned over the back of the couch to look into the laptop camera. "You, Dean Ambrose, bought a house?"
"Yep. Four bedrooms, three bathrooms, two car garage, and a kick ass view." Dean confirmed, kissing CJ's cheek. "I'm not raising our kid in an apartment."
"What if it's Seth's?"
"We're never going to know. He's a dick and I want nothing more to do with him." CJ said, noticing the way Dean tensed up behind her at the mention of Seth. "He closed that door, I'm just locking it."
"Understandable."
"Would it be weird to invite Brock Lesnar and Paul Heyman to a baby shower?" She asked, looking between Dean and Adam. Both men only shrugged, neither able to picture the two men in a baby shower setting. "I'm inviting them to our baby shower in our new house."
"You're just so excited about this house."
"You should see it Adam. I felt like Beyoncé."
"I will see it. Remember, baby shower?"
"That's right." Dean and CJ said in unison before Dean kissed her cheek and headed back into the kitchen.
"So...you're happy?" Adam asked, noticing the smile on CJ's face.
"I'm so happy. He's this little ball of energy all the time and he's so excited about Olivia coming and I couldn't be happier." She rambled and Adam couldn't help but grin. He couldn't remember the last time he saw her this happy and he was glad that it was Dean who was making her happy.
"That's good. But seriously...a house?"
"I don't think you're going to believe it until you walk in it." CJ teased. "And then you're not going to believe that we wanted a place that big."
"Probably not."
Dean and CJ spent their Thursday night on the Babies R Us website, putting together their baby registry. Both Paul and Brock had asked the blonde where they were registered so the expectant parents then googled what a baby registry was before working on setting it up. To Dean, nothing was better than drinking a beer and listening to Deftones while holding his girlfriend in his arms and looking at stuff they wanted for their baby.
As great as things were for him right now, he couldn't help but get this nagging feeling that something was going to come up and take this all away from him. Everything was taken from him, but he couldn't let CJ or their daughter get ripped from him.
"You know I love you, right?" He murmured in her ear, gently kissing her head. Even though she wasn't sure where this was coming from, she nodded and turned to smile up at him.
"Dean, I know that you love me. In the time we've officially been together, and even before that, you've haven't been giving me any reason to doubt your love for me."
"You're sure?"
"Positive. Where's this coming from?" She asked, setting her laptop on the coffee table so she could get closer to him.
"I'm just afraid that I'll lose you one day, Christina. I know it sounds kind of stupid, but I need you to understand that everything I've ever had has been taken from me."
"Dean," CJ started, carefully maneuvering herself into his lap so that she straddled him. She stool a deep breath and adjusted herself to make sure her bump wasn't smashed between them before taking his face in her hands and resting her forehead on his. "Nobody is taking me or Olivia away from you. I love you to fucking pieces and we have a fucking palace of a house together. I'm not going anywhere unless you yourself tell me to go and mean it, and I don't see that happening any time soon."
"I could never tell you to go. I hate leaving you when I have to go to on the road, and I love wrestling." He assured, pecking her lips. She smiled and massaged his cheeks with her thumbs. "God, I love you so much it scares me at times."
"I can relate, Dean. Just think, this time next week we'll be in a house and looking at paint colors."
"Do we have to paint our bedroom? Can we just leave it white?"
"Of course. I didn't want to paint our bedroom anyways. Just Olive's room and maybe the living room and kitchen."
"We'll work it all out. Back to the registry?"
"Let me get out of this position and we'll get back to it."
"Take your time. It's not like I have a flight to catch in the morning or anything." Dean teased, not missing his girlfriend's eye roll. "Don't get upset, I was just teasing."
"Well maybe you should tease about something I can actually control." CJ huffed, plopping down on the couch beside him.
"Shit, baby, I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to make you feel bad." He spoke softly, taking her hand in his gently.
"Dean..."
"Baby, I'm so sorry. I get that it's your hormones and I really just made you self conscious about your body and I really didn't mean to."
"I understand, and I'm sorry I don't have better control of my hormones and emotions."
"Don't be sorry. You're still my queen."
"I better be." She grumbled, smiling when he grabbed her laptop and pulled her into his side. "I do love you, Ambrose."
"I love you, too, Copeland."
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