Three days had passed and CJ hadn't heard from Jay. She was worried, but Dean did a good job of keeping her mind off of it. In addition to working out with her, he had started going through the basics of wrestling with her to make sure her body and mind had retained all of the basic maneuvers before he and Seth started going through the more complicated moves of her arsenal. He had been working her harder and she knew why. She hadn't told him that she hadn't heard from Jay, but it was obvious in her eyes when she looked down at her phone.

Bump. Bump. Roll up. Kick out. Kick up. Bump. Bump. Headlock. Jump into a sleeper. Is Dean fading? He shouldn't be fading. This hold isn't even totally lockbed in. Hop down. Yes! I landed on my feet this time. Standing drop kick to the back. Kick up. What next? Damnit, what did I do next?

She coached herself on what she'd usually do in a match until she got lost. There was something missing, and she didn't know what. She hated that she didn't know- especially since it was something so trivial. Wrestling was her thing. There was nothing that she was better at. Maybe sex, but-

"Problem?" Dean asked casually, rolling onto his back to see her biting her lip while she stood over him.

"I forgot what usually comes next."

"Which is understandable, since we don't have ropes and you usually did rope stuff."

"Damn."

"Relax, sweetheart." He whispered, guiding her down to sit on his pelvis. "We'll figure it all out and you'll be fine."

"You think so?"

"I know so, darlin'. In the meantime, we can work other parts of our anatomy."

"Dean, Seth is upstairs. We can't just-"

"He can't hear us down here."

"But-"

"Jesus Christ, babe. I haven't been able to make love to you since fucking October. It's January."

"You act like I haven't been giving you any sexual gratification, Dean."

"You have and it's been amazing. But it's not the same, sweetheart."

"Not the same? You don't even reciprocate so I guess it's not the same." CJ stated, trying to get up but Dean had a good grip on her hips. He maneuvered so he had her pinned to the mats, holding her arms above her head and keeping eye contact.

"I don't reciprocate because you won't let me, Christina. I wish you could get it through your head that I don't care what your body looks like. In my opinion, you look better than you did before you got pregnant."

"What?"

"Yes! You look way better. Your skin glows and I don't feel the need to make sure that you're actually eating three square meals every day."

"Dean, I guess I never-"

"No, you didn't notice because you didn't want to." He cut her off, knowing that she hated that but it had to be done. "You're always so caught up with your own image of fucking perfection that you lose sight of the fact that other people don't look at you like you look at yourself. When those fans comment on your pictures and tell you that you're gorgeous, they're not trying to boost your self image because they don't know that you have that issue. I don't tell you that you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen just because you're my girlfriend. I do it, the fans do it, and your family does it because you truly are a dime. More than a dime, actually. Like a quarter or fifty cent piece."

By the end of his small speech, CJ was in tears. While that wasn't exactly his intent, he was glad that he got his point across and she actually listened to what he had to say. Usually she could be so bullheaded that she ignored everything he said and went about her day. This was a relief to him.

"Don't cry, sweetheart. I didn't want to make you cry." He spoke softly, slowly releasing her wrists and sitting back so she could sit up. He gently cupped her cheeks and wiped at her face before she got the chance to, smiling when her nose scrunched.

"I didn't know how bad it was." She whispered, gently swatting his hands away before wiping at her eyes.

"I know you didn't. I didn't mean to snap at you, either. I wanted to sit you down and discuss this calmly, but everything happened so fast and-"

"Dean it's okay. I probably wouldn't have listened if you didn't catch me off guard like this."

"Good to know."

Despite being told that it was okay, Dean was certain that she was upset with him for approaching the situation like he did. The way she walked up the stairs to the main floor and "accidentally" shut the door in his face was enough to sell him on the fact that she was upset with him. But he'd keep acting like everything was fine, because she said that it was okay.

"Hey, guys, do you mind if I take Bear and run around your neighborhood?" Seth asked as he handed Olivia to her mother and Dean looked to CJ for an answer.

"I don't care. His leash is over by his dog food and such." She stated before taking Olivia upstairs. Seth looked to Dean, knowing that her tone meant that she was upset over something.

"Is she alright?"

"Fuck, I dunno." Dean murmured, heaving a deep sigh. "Take care of my boy out there, Seth."

"Of course. Thanks for trusting me with him. It means a lot."

"Yeah, it's no big deal." Dean assured, patting Seth's shoulder before heading up the stairs to address the situation with his girlfriend. He couldn't take too much more of her telling him that things were fine and then acting the complete opposite. He thought that they were passed acting childish.

His gut told him to check the nursery and he was filled with joy while she rocked their daughter to sleep. His future wife always tuned out what was going on around her when she was tending to their daughter, giving her full attention to the infant with little to no interruption. The woman who was terrified to have a kid was a wonderful mother, and that's all he could ask for.

"CJ, we need to talk." He spoke firmly, prompting her to turn at the sound of his voice. She looked surprised for a split second, but her face quickly fell into that dangerous neutrality and he knew then that it'd be a difficult conversation. She was upset with him, which meant that she may just turn into a brick wall and he really didn't want that.

"About?"

"You. Us. Whatever the hell is going on right now." He threw his arms up in frustration, planting his hands on his head while he took a couple deep breaths. "I need you to stop telling me one thing and then acting the complete opposite."

"Well, I apologize for being upset over something. I've got a lot going on right now, Dean, and I-"

"I know. I know you have a lot on your mind and I know it's starting to stress you out but you cannot take whatever frustrations you have out on me." He spoke softly, watching as she laid the baby down and turned on the mobile hanging above the crib. "It's not fair to me, Christina."

"I'm sorry." She muttered before trying to push passed him, but he only pulled her into a hug.

"I forgive you. But if you do it again I'll punish this nice ass." He warned, his hand sliding down her back to her rear and giving a gentle squeeze. "Seth's out of the house, may I take you to bed?"

"Please, Dean, take me to bed."

Dean wanted to scream with joy. It had been four months since he got to give her any kind of sexual pleasure and it was nothing short of torturous for him. He was a man with needs, needs that heeded to be taken care of. While she did do a good job of keeping him sated, he didn't feel good about not being able to please her at all.

CJ couldn't help the small laugh that left her lips at Dean's eagerness. He had picked her up and all but ran to their bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them before dropping her on the bed. He looked like a kid in a toy store that was just told to get whatever he wanted with no price limit and she was glad that he was so happy to get into bed with her. She'd go so far as to say that she was relieved to see that he still wanted her like that.

He held her above the mattress so he could get her tshirt off before he gently pushed her to lay on her back. His hand came to rest on her stomach as their eyes met, Dean seeing the fresh uncertainty in his girlfriend's eyes and offering a smile.

"Relax."

"I'm trying." She mumbled, letting him lean in to kiss her. It was one of those kisses where she could feel how much he loved her just by the way he touched her. His hand slid from her stomach to gently grasp her hip while his other hand tangled itself in her hair to keep her close.

"Try harder. Nothing is going to stop me from showing you how much I love you, baby."

"Dean, I-"

"Shh." He shushed before gently pecking her lips. "No speaking unless I'm hurting you, alright?"

"Alright."

Instead of verbally making his approval known, Dean only kissed her lips before making his way to her neck. He made a comment about how soft her skin was as he moved down to her chest, unclasping her bra and tossing the garment to the side.

"Please don't." She whispered just before he took a nipple into his mouth and he looked up at her in confusion.

"Don't what?"

"Mess with my boobs. They're still leaky."

"I would hope so, darlin', but I'll stay away for you. For now." He murmured, only abiding by her request because she was obviously embarrassed about the idea of him tasting her breast milk. "I do want to try it one day."

"Breast milk?"

"Yeah. I read online that it's healthy."

"I'll think about it."

"Alright. No more speaking."

"Sorry." She whispered, shutting her eyes when he went back to kissing down her stomach. Only instead of going straight down to the waistband of her pants, he left no part of her skin untouched by his lips and even mumbled about having another baby in the future to her stomach before dipping his fingers in the waistband of her pants. She watched with curious eyes as he pulled them down, being sure to bring her panties with them.

"You know, you're the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on." He murmured while kissing along her pelvis. "Inside and out."

"Dean can you get naked, please?" She asked, impatience obvious in her tone. She wanted him badly, and he was glad that she wasn't letting her self consciousness stop her from enjoying this. So he did as she requested, wasting no time in getting off the bed, stripping, and surprising her by already being semi hard.

"And before you ask, yes that's for you and you only." He spoke with a smirk, gripping his length in his hand and beginning to stroke it slowly. She watched his every move, licking her lips seductively until she decided that she was done watching and wanted to be more involved in what was going on. So she sat up so that she was at eye level with his erection and swatted his hand away before taking its place. "This was supposed to be about you."

"Shut up." She scolded, the sexiest of smirks settling onto her features while she watched his face change as she pleasured him. He was trying so hard to watch her, but eventually his eyes fell shut and it was then that she brought the head of his impressive erection into her mouth. A soft groan left his lips as she slowly took more of him into her mouth, everything that wasn't covered was being taken care of by her expert hand and Dean momentarily wanted to thank whoever had helped her hone his skill. His hand found her hair once more, gripping a handful in his tight fist and trying to hold her in place when his hips started involuntarily thrusting into her mouth. CJ knew that he was in his own little world at that moment and allowed him to carry on, knowing that he deserved this. It was only about thirty seconds until he pulled back and stared down at her in awe.

"On your back and spread your legs." Dean commanded, trying to compose himself after coming so close to finishing in her mouth. He watched as she obeyed, biting his bottom lip as he crawled towards her. "I've missed my pretty kitty."

"She's missed you." CJ murmured, watching as Dean wet one of his digits before slowly sliding it into her entrance.

"I can tell. I didn't think you'd be this tight after having the baby."

"Thank the Kegel exercises."

"Trust me baby, I am." He rasped just before dipping his head down and sucking her clit into his mouth. The gasp that left her lips was satisfying, but he wanted to reduce her to a quivering mess by the end of their lovemaking adventure. So he pressed on, continuing to use his tongue to toy with her clit while he added a second finger to bring her closer to that first orgasm. She tried rolling her hips, but he braced his free arm over her hips to keep her in place while he continued to assault her most private place.

To CJ, it was like she was slowly but surely losing her mind as he continued to pleasure her. She couldn't figure out why she was so opposed to being pleasured by her blue-eyed devil of a boyfriend, because this was the best thing she'd ever experienced in terms of oral pleasure. Maybe it was the changes in her body after the pregnancy or the lengthy abstinence from sex in general that made it so great, but she was feeling as though she had died and went straight to heaven as that coil continued to tighten and her senses started acting hypersensitive.

"Dean. Dean please. I'm gonna-" She never finished that sentence, because his teeth had grazed her pearl and sent those first ripples of orgasmic pleasure through her body. Her back arched, fists gripping the sheets beneath her as her lips desperately tried to form words but no sound would come out. It was all so beautiful to Dean and he slowly slid up the bed to lay beside her while he waited for her to come down from her high.

A minute later she turned to face him, cheeks flushed and trying desperately to regulate her breathing. He only smiled and brushed her hair away from her face before guiding her into a kiss; passionate, sensual, and filled with unspoken lust and desire. If Dean wasn't trying to show her how much he loved her, he would've been inside her already because he was so excited to get what he wanted. But this time it was more than just sex so he managed to contain his excitement for the sake of the adventure and he was really proud of himself for it.

"Dean, please." CJ whispered, icy blue eyes dark with lust, bringing a grin out of her boyfriend.

"What do you want, darlin'?"

"I want you, Dean. Please." It was safe to say that she was begging, and Dean couldn't make her wait any longer. He gently pushed her onto her back and moved to hover over her, wasting no time in pushing his length into her. The satisfied groan couldn't be held back, but sounded right to him when he heard the way she sighed in relief at his penetration. "Never let me go that long without you, Dean."

"I can promise you, sweetheart, it'll never be that long again." He assured, burying his face in her neck as he started to slowly thrust. "Fuck, you're so tight."

"Am I tight or are you just big?"

"Stroke my ego later, honey, this is about you."

She could only nod, too far gone in everything he was making her feel. His lips on her collarbone; biting, kissing, and sucking along her skin. Her hand tangled itself in his hair while her other hand gripped the pillow beneath her head, not wanting to mark up his beautiful skin.

His hand came to grip her thigh, guiding her leg up to his hip while he kept up the sensual pace. His other hand grasped a handful of her blonde waves to force eye contact so he could press his forehead to hers and watch her come undone when that time came.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Christina." Dean whispered, voice heavy with lust and adoration. Her hand had moved from his hair to rest between his shoulder blades, her nails digging into the skin when he brushed against that certain spot that made her lose all coherent thought. "And all mine."

"Mhm." She hummed her agreement, pressing her face into his shoulder when she heard Dean let out a hiss as her nails broke his skin and he felt the delightful sting that came with the action. It seemed to her that it lit a fire within him, since the pace of his thrusts increased as did the power behind them. But she didn't mind. The hand on her thigh snaked across her back to her hip so he could hold her up against his chest, the space between their bodies becoming nonexistent as he moved to sit back and made it so she was on his lap. "Crafty fucker."

"You love it." He teased with a smirk, letting her press her face into his neck as he guided her up and down his shaft. "Don't you?"

"Fuck, you know I do."

"That's right. I give it to you good, don't I?"

"So good, Dean." CJ moaned into his skin, her orgasm fast approaching. " Please."

"Please what?"

"Make me cum, Ambrose." She whispered her request into his ear, eliciting a shudder from her boyfriend before she pulled her head back to make eye contact with him.

"Mommy wants to cum?"

"Yes, daddy, please."

When she begged like that, how could he say no? Just hearing her call him daddy in such an erotic setting sent shockwaves down his spine straight to his cock, spurring a brisk pace while he continued to guide her hips with his hands. She had started rolling her hips with every downward thrust as his forehead found hers once more. Their eyes locked into one another's and Dean could see just how close to release of CJ was, while she saw that determined light in those loving blue eyes.

"Cum for daddy, Christina." He prompted, pecking her lips as she appeared to actually be thinking about whether or not she should let go. "Come on, baby."

"Not without you."

"I'm right behind you, sweetheart. Let go."

It only took three more well paced thrusts for her to come undone, blue eyes widening as a cry of his name left her lips. Just as promised he wasn't far behind, gently laying her back onto the bed and thrusting mercilessly until he reached his climax and all but collapsed onto her as he fought to catch his breath.

"I love you." She murmured once he rolled over to lay on his back and he smiled, raising his fist. She bumped her fist against his, letting him know that she got his point. He loved her, too.

But all moments were ended by something, and their moment was ended by Olivia's cries on the baby monitor. CJ bit back a groan, since Dean groaned loud enough for her, and gently pat his stomach.

"I'll get her." He stated, sitting up and looking down at his future wife. She smiled up at him in appreciation, leaning up to kiss his side. "She's probably hungry."

"Can you bring her here? I wanna feed her."

"Bottle?"

"Nah, I feel like I haven't been bonding with her like a mother should with all of the working out we've been doing."

While Dean disagreed with what she was saying, he didn't argue verbally and grabbed his briefs. She sat up and propped the pillows up against the headboard while he left the bedroom. She was comfortable and freshly fucked, which had put a smile on her face as she pulled the comforter over her legs.

"Can you turn on the AC, babe?"

"Sure thing." Dean said once he entered the bedroom, backing out to get to the thermostat in the hallway. He then carried Olivia in, gently bouncing her so she'd stay calm until she was in CJ's arms and latched onto her mother's breast. "Bonding, huh?"

"We're so close and she's depending on me for her food and I dunno. It feels natural and right and I haven't breastfed her in a few days. I've just been pumping." She explained, leaning into him and watching as he pushing Olivia's hair out of her face. "Her hair has been growing so fast."

"It's probably a genetic thing, since my hair grows hella fast."

"I need to get mine cut." CJ commented, making Dean investigate how long her hair actually was.

"No you don't. Maybe get a trim before we're back on the road, but I like your hair like this."

"I wasn't going to chop it all off, babe. But I like that you like my hair." She mumbled before yawning.

"I wore you out today, huh?" Dean asked, gently guiding her to lay down as Olivia detached from her breast. "I'll burp her, you get some rest."

"Thanks, daddy."

"You're welcome, mommy."

About twenty minutes later, Dean laid down with Olivia fast asleep on his chest. Instinctively, and not surprisingly, CJ moved to lay on his chest and he pulled the blanket up to their necks. From that angle, Olivia and CJ looked so much like one another and it made him smile knowing that Olivia would grow up to look just like her mother.

He figured this would be as good a time as any to take a picture of the baby and reached for his phone. He decided on the black and white filter, since it really accentuated how blonde they both were and looked good with the daylight filtering through their window. Once he was proud of his work he put a little bit of thought into the caption, but hoped CJ wouldn't think it was too cheesy when she saw it. It was perfect to him- simple and casual.

'Like mother like daughter. -DA'

I couldn't wait much longer for the baby reveal. I'm really mad at my cable company because the DVR glitches during my Raw recording so it didn't record the end so I have no idea how the main event went. Ugh.

Anyways, on to a note that actually makes me happy. If like to thank ArtisticLullaby, TheLovelyCanche, UntilNeverDawns, ChelleLew, nattiebroskette, Sarcastic Nightmare, Damnitambrose, Guest, and ItReignsJustice-619 for reviewing the last chapter! Each review makes me smile, I promise!