"I'm confused." CJ mumbled into the phone while she brushed through Bear's fur. Dean had just walked through the front door half an hour ago and the two were sitting in bed and discussing Seth's conversation with Dean.
"Tell me about it." He mumbled back, running a hand through his hair. She nodded, leaning back onto him as she continued brushing through Bear's fur.
"So, Seth isn't trying to steal me from you, but he wants to be with us? But he's not gay?" She asked, hoping that she was understanding how all of this was confusing as all hell.
"That's what he said. He also said something about feeling all the feelings being relaxing to him? I dunno."
"That's all so...weird. Being honest, there are days where I miss Seth but I just don't think I can trust him anymore." CJ admitted, looking down at the bedspread while she thought it through.
"Sometimes I miss him too, but we're in the same boat. The little shit cannot be trusted and I just- fuck." Dean groaned, obviously irritated with how conflicting everything was becoming.
"We're giving ourselves headaches, babe." CJ laughed, smiling when she finished brushing Bear and he went to lay in his bed. "He's gotten so big."
"I know, it's amazing." He whispered in her ear, pulling her back against his chest. His hands rest on her bump, caressing her stomach as she relaxed into his touch. "Feel good?"
"Mhm." She hummed, turning her head to kiss him softly. "I love you, Ambrose."
"I love you, too, Copeland." He whispered, frowning when her eyes shut right in obvious pain. "Everything alright?"
"The bullshit contractions. I'll be alright, baby."
"Contractions? Are you sure they're not the real deal?"
"I'm not supposed to go into labor until after Christmas, Dean. I'll be alright." CJ tried to assure him, even though she wasn't too sure that she'd be okay.
"Do you want me to run a bath for you?"
"A bath sounds really good as long as you're in there with me."
"Whatever you want, your highness." Dean spoke softly, kissing her head before climbing out of bed and stripping himself of his shirt as he headed into the bathroom. Now needing to use the restroom, she eased herself off the bed and followed him into the bathroom, waving him off the toilet before taking his seat.
"She's right on my bladder, Ambrose." CJ complained, frowning when she saw the sympathetic look on his face. "It's nothing to be sad about, though. Turn around."
"Why?"
"Because I'm about to wipe and you don't need to see that."
"You do realize that the first time we did anything sexual my face was all up in there, right?"
"What's your point?" She asked, irritation obvious in her tone.
"I know what all that looks like. So I really don't need to-"
"Dean, please just turn around." CJ requested, smiling when Dean nodded and did as she asked so she could wipe and get it over and done with. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Into the water with you, while the tub fills." He instructed, helping her out of her clothes and letting her undo his jeans. He wasn't going to let her know that he was worried about her and these contractions, since he didn't want her to worry and start stressing herself out because of it.
"Ambrose..."
"I comin', sweetheart." He assured, wiggling out of his jeans and pushing his briefs down.
She couldn't help but smile as he settled down beside her in the tub and draped his arm across her shoulders. She leaned into him, her hand coming up to rest over his heartbeat as they soaked together. The only sound that could be heard was the water filling the tub, and that was only momentary because Dean leaned over and shut it off soon after he got comfortable.
"I love soaking in the tub with you. Does wonders for my sore spots." He mumbled, kissing her forehead when she looked up at him in concern.
"What sore spots?"
"I've got too many to count, darlin'. But it's nothing you need to worry about."
"Dean..."
"Christina..." He mimicked, smiling when she sighed in defeat. "If it was bad you know I'd tell you."
"Yeah, I know." She said softly, gently massaging his pec. "I just don't like the idea of you hurting baby."
"I know, sweetheart. But I'm okay."
The two had gone to bed about forty-five minutes later, since the water was getting cold, and CJ couldn't sleep. She knew that both Dean and Bear were fast asleep, since soft snores were filling their large bedroom. It was almost like clockwork. Dean would snore and then moments later a snore would come from Bear's bed at CJ's bedside. As much as it tickled her, it didn't take from the pain she was experiencing right now.
The contractions were killing her, and she almost believed that they were the real deal. But she days away from the thirty seven week mark and the baby wasn't due until December 27th. It couldn't be the real deal just yet, because it wasn't time for that. She had done a lot of hoping and praying that the one thing to go according to plan in her life would be the birth of her first child and she believed that God would come through on this one.
But eventually it became too much and she shook Dean awake. Well, she tried to.
"Dean." She whispered, lightly tapping on the arm draped across her waist. "Dean."
"Babe, go to sleep." He grumbled, nuzzling her shoulder before going back to sleep.
"Dean, please." She begged, gently tugging on his arm in an attempt to get him to see the urgency.
"Sweetheart, it's four in the morning."
"And I'm in a shit ton of pain. Which is more important, dickweed?" She asked, smacking his arm with a bit more force.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that these contractions hurt like a bitch."
"Do you want me to run another bath?" He asked, now concerned and sitting up to look at her.
"I want you to put on pants and take me to the damn hospital." She snapped, allowing him to help her sit up. "I'm sorry."
"Hey, hey." He grabbed her attention, cupping her cheeks and pressing his forehead to hers. "It's okay. You're hurting and I get it. You're going to be okay, alright?"
"Alright."
"That's my girl." He praised, pecking her lips before pulling away and heading into the bathroom to grab his jeans. "You're already wearing pants, so you're one step ahead."
"I guess." She muttered as placed her hand on her lower back and trying to massage away the pain until Dean swatted her hand away and placed his hands on her hips, his thumbs massaging circles into her lower back beneath her tshirt.
"You're going to be okay, baby." He whispered in her ear, guiding her down the hall and paying no attention to Adam while he rocked Lyric back to sleep.
"Where are you guys going?" The older blonde asked, stepping into the hallway as the young couple started down the stairs.
"I'm taking her to the hospital because she's been having contractions and they're kicking her ass."
"Gee, thanks for the support." CJ muttered, continuing down the stairs.
"I didn't mean it like that, sweetheart." Dean stated, following her down with Adam now in pursuit.
"Did I hear hospital?" Beth asked from the kitchen, both her and Judith looking to the young couple as they got to the first floor. "What's wrong?"
"Assshole knocked me up, for starters." CJ stated, Dean stifling a chuckle at her comment.
"Should you take a bag just in case you end up leaving with a baby?" Judith asked and CJ groaned.
"We really don't have time for that."
"Oh shit." CJ gasped, looking down at her stomach.
"What?" Everyone around her asked in unison, stepping closer.
"I think my water just broke."
"But i-it's not time for that." Dean argued, officially in shock. This was not how he pictured any of this happening.
"Ambrose, get her to the hospital. We'll pack up a bag and meet you there." Adam instructed, looking Dean in the eye and placing a hand on the younger blonde's shoulder. "Go."
Without needing to be told twice, Dean scooped CJ into his arms and speed walked out of the house while Beth ran up the stairs to throw a bag together. Judith set to putting all the food meant to be cooked for Thanksgiving dinner away properly before heading upstairs to get other clothes for Dean(who had left the house without a shirt on) and CJ.
It was six thirty and Seth a Rollins was in his happy place: the gym. It was Thanksgiving Day so the place was damn near deserted except for a few other gym goers and a couple trainers, and that was fine with him. He needed a bit of solitude before he went to his parents' house for dinner and had to sit through all the questions about how he had been and how his relationship with CJ fell apart.
He didn't really want to talk about himself, since he had been a mess ever since CJ decided that she couldn't deal with how he had changed and left him for Dean. He didn't want to talk about the fact that he cheated on her and had turned into the corporate douchebag he never, in a million years, thought he'd ever be. He didn't want to talk about the fact that he pushed away the woman of his dreams because he got power hungry.
He knew that he didn't have to stab his best friends in the back to climb to the top. CJ was somebody who did it without stabbing anybody in the back and Roman did too. But he didn't want gradual success, he wanted the top of the mountain so he could give her the world. But instead he lost his whole world and he was really beginning to hate himself for being such an ass about it.
His phone vibrated from the floor beside where he was benching and, with shaky arms, he raised the bar back onto the rack before reaching down and accepting the call without looking at the call id. The only people who called him these days were The Authority and his parents, so he didn't feel the need to.
"Yeah?"
"CJ's water broke."
"Ambrose?" Seth asked, immediately regretting asking such a stupid question as soon as the name left his lips.
"No, it's the Gobbeldy Gooker wishing you a happy fucking Thanksgiving." The bitter sarcasm and obvious exhaustion wasn't hard to miss, and was expected. This was Dean Ambrose, after all. "Who the fuck else would call you about CJ and the baby?"
"That was a stupid question, I know. Do you want me to go to Vegas or are you preferring to just keep me updated? I can work with either."
"I dunno. What do you want?"
"Your call, Ambrose." Seth knew that putting the ball in Dean's court was the safest thing to ensure that nothing was thrown at him when he got to the hospital in Vegas.
"Get your ass down here. CJ might not like it, but you shouldn't miss out if Olivia is your baby."
Raw had a couple twists in there that I didn't expect that were welcome twists. Triple H and his hybrid comment definitely made my night along with the Ambrose action. The man looked damn good in those jeans. Damn.
Thank you to Claire Moxley, Sammie94, ChelleLew, UntilNeverDawns, ladyjade37, TajiaK, Sarcastic Nightmare, Artistic Lullaby, justisgirl, and LeahMarie for reviewing the last chapter! I'm pretty sure this is the most reviews I've gotten for a single chapter and I really appreciate it!