Author's Note: Two months have passed. Emma is now about six months pregnant. Next chapter will be a chapter where we get to see Emma's family and Jack Dean's dad again. The reason why this took so long to post was because this chapter is very long. Vote on gender and names! Please read and review!
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Waiting by 3sth3r
Chapter 9: Dean's Surprise
Dean's POV
I've been planning this for weeks. Every ideal well not every ideal but close enough. I have just finished a flowered wreath and place on top of the white dress and a few white short and plant for me. I have hidden in the house in one of the weaved baskets. With at least one house done I being to relax a little and I will be able to focus more on Emma and the baby. But I still need to finish the both of the houses before the baby is born. I hope that my surprise will bring Emma's hopes up.
For the last few weeks Emma hasn't smiled. I know that not smiling doesn't really qualify as depression. But the fact the Emma worries of the baby, when according to her, should have moved by now. She worried that the fever she got after she got the bitten might have hurt the baby caused a brain delay or some physical problem.
I get up from the hidden place in the far corner and head down the stairs to meet Emma. I have to make Emma busy for the next few hours to set up my big plans. "Let's go pick some fruits?" I ask Emma. "Is that ok?" I look to her.
"I guess we could do that." She says. I take her hand in mine and lead her to the small hill that contains the berries. I have two small baskets in my other hand, one containing the white clothes and the flowered wreath. I smiled at her try to get her at least happy for a second. But when she returns my smile with frown I keep moving. She rubs her stomach. If saw her, she clearly looks pregnant with a visible bump.
When we get there I hand her a basket and head to the banana trees and start picking small bundle of bananas. I move to the blushes, looking over to Emma I notice she is she is hugging her stomach, "Dean!" she yells. I place the basket on the ground and run over to her.
"What's wrong?" I ask breathlessly as I run over to Emma leaving my basket of bananas. Emma is kneeling on the ground holding her stomach. Red liquid is spotted on her dress. "Emma!"
"I think something is wrong," she looks up at me, "with the baby." And she starts to cry. I fall to my knees and hold her as best I can. But there is something that catches my eye.
Berries. She holding them in her hand splitting them open and spill their juice out and on to her dress. "Emma?" I release her from my hold. I shake her. She looks up at me, "Emma look at your hands." Emma looks down at her hand and realizes her mistake.
"I'm sorry." She whispers, "I've haven't…"
"I know you haven't been able to sleep, not since the jaguar." She sighs. I take a deep breath in and decided that I need to move up my time table. "I understand." I pick myself off the ground and take my basket with the bananas and the clothes. "Here," I say pushing the basket towards her.
She takes the basket and looks up at me. "I don't understand." I pull the bananas and my clothes out of the basket. She looks inside to see the clothes.
"I had this surprise for you. Which mean for the next hour you should be taking a bath in the waterfall than you met me at the top on the second large hill, ok." She nods, "And I want you to wear this," I say pointing to the flowered wreath.
She gets up from the dirty, "Ok, but Dean, be careful." She says holding on to my wrist. She begins to walk towards the waterfall but then she turns around. "Dean?" She pauses, "Can you walk me over there?" I nod.
After walking Emma to the pool I can finally get to work. Running back to the berries I pick as much as I can in a few minutes then head towards our net and get some of the daily catch in my clothes. After I start a fire and start cooking the fish and crabs, I head to the house to decorate.
After placing the berries on the floor next the door, I remove all of the flowers I picked from yesterday and the bowl like rocks with tree sap in them. We realize the tree sap acts like oil because its flammable but more like a candle because they last for a few hours. I place them on the makeshift table made from the suitcase cover. I take out my knife and bring cutting up the large coconut leaves to fix them into plates of some kind.
When I get to the tenth one my knife breaks at the hilt. The broken knife cut my hand and I scream out in pain. "Crap," I curse. I run over to the survival first aid kit Emma has prepared and put aloe on the wound before warping it in a bandage. Now I have no way to finish the decorations.
I look everywhere for a replacement of some kind but none of the rocks is sharp enough to cut the hard coconut leaves. But then I think back to the suitcase and how it has helped us so far. I know it a long shot, well worse than a long shot but I'll try anyways. I take off the rock bowls and place them next to the berries. I turn over the suitcase and see that there is nothing left in the suit just it black lining. I feel the inning just out of curiosity and find that one side is lower than the other. I claw at the higher leveled one and peel away the panel that hides the secret space. I not only find a new knife but a set of them with two small pots and a few bowls. I can't believe it. Emma will like that she can cook in something other than a flat rock. I leave the pots and bowls to the side and flip the suit case over again and place the knife, rock bowls, flowers, and berries on it.
I finish cutting the leaves and clear the suitcase/table. I place many of the rock bowls and flower throughout the room and drape some of the scrap fabric over the window and intertwine the flowers with the cloth. I will not light the sap until later when the sun begins to set. I fix the berries on the coconut leaves.
After washing myself down, with the water bowl we keep in the house, I dress in my white shirt and pants. I head out towards the hill. Dirty blond hair flies in the wind when I come walking up the hill. "So what is this surprise?" Emma asked.
"I know you have been feel down for the last few weeks so a thought that maybe if we some type of ceremony, like a marriage ceremony you might feel better." Emma smiles and hugs me. "Why aren't you wearing the ring of flowers a made for you?" I point to the ring of flowers in her hands.
"I was hoping you who place it on me." She says smiling at me. I take the flowers and place it on her head and hold out my hand. She takes my hand and we walk up the hill until we can see the ocean for miles. "So how do we get last started?"
"Well I think I say something like," I take her right hand. "I love you unconditionally and without hesitation."
Then I take her left hand. "And then I say, 'I vow to love you, encourage you, trust you, and respect you. As a family, we will create a home filled with learning, laughter, and compassion. I promise to work with you to foster and cherish a relationship of equality knowing that together we will build a life far better than either of us could imagine alone.'"
I start to see tears forming in her eyes. I hug her close and continued, "'Today, I choose you to be my wife. I accept you as you are, and I offer myself in return.'" I take a deep breath, "'I will care for you, stand beside you, and share with you all of life's adversities and all of its joys from this day forward, and all the days of my life.'"
"And then I think you say something…" Closing the gap between us.
She smiles, "Ok, ok." She thinks to herself for a second than says, "'Today, I promise you this: I will laugh with you in times of joy, and comfort you in times of sorrow. I will share in your dreams and support you as you strive to achieve your goals.'" She takes a deep breath and then continues, "'I will listen to you with compassion and understanding, and speak to you with encouragement.'"
She now has tears running down her face as my eyes began to get watery, "'Together, let us build a home filled with learning, laughter and light, shared freely with all who may live there. Let us be partners, friends and lovers, today and all of the days that follow.'"
A loud thunder came from the sky scaring both of us. "Let's go home." She nods and we head to the house. When we get there a lit the sap and watch as Emma's eyes lit up. We talk for a while and ate the food. While looking up at the stars Emma turns to me, "Do you think we will ever see them again?"
I shrug, "Maybe, but we will keep on trying." We sit side by side, she leans on me. I look at her and give her a soft kiss. She kisses me back. My hands moved up and down Emma's body, I began to kiss and suck down her neck. Emma let out a soft moan. Emma presses a kiss onto my lips. I moaned against her kiss. I push her on to the banana leaves, but I be careful not to hurt her growing baby bump. I take off my clothes and Emma takes off hers clothes.
I kissed Emma down her neck until I met her breast. I left a trail of kisses down her throat. I then took her left breast into his mouth and began to suck. His thumb and forefinger found her right breast. He started to roll her nipple. "Dean." She moaned. A damp wetness was felt in between her legs. Dean took his mouth from her breast and kisses her passionately.
I open Emma's legs widely while he began to suck and bite down her torso. I lick between her slits, "Dean" she grasped. My tongue hit her clit. I twirled it a round in swift broad movements. A loud moan escaped her lips. My tongue begins to move in and out of her over and over again. Emma weaves her hands in my hair. She pushes my mouth into her G spot, "More," She whispered. I continued to eat her out for a while.
I could feel she was climbing higher and higher towards her release. As Emma hand released my hair he gave one last lick to her clit and I positioned myself at her opening, I kiss Emma as I entered her. I muffled her cry with my kiss. We move together riding to bliss. Emma after her release, making claw marks on my back. I thrust on for a few more time before I spill into her.
I roll off of her and hug her close to my chest, my front to her back. We don't speak for a while, we let the sounds of the night overwhelm us . Just as I'm about to go to sleep when Emma stiffness next to me, "Emma, what is it?" I sit up and look at her face and see her hold her stomach.
"I think the baby moved." She presses her hand over the baby, waiting.
"Are you sure?" She places my hand on her stomach and we wait for the next kick. The movement is small so I barely felt it at first. The baby kicks again. I can't believe it real. We are going to have a baby.
To be continued…