(Important Note for all Video creators/Youtubers I wanted to know if any of you guys can make a video for my fanfiction. It can be with the person you think looks the most like Amber. If you guys win, or make the best video you get to choose either the gender or the name of the baby, whichever one you want. Good Luck and I hope you guys make one!)
Was this a good idea? Should she have invited him here, to their hotel room, to talk? Maybe she should have chosen a much more public place. To lower the chances of her Father's angry outbursts from occurring. Would he get mad during their talk? Would he hit her again? He wouldn't hit a pregnant woman would he? How was he going to react to her pregnancy? How was he going to react to the news that Dean was the father? How was Dean going to act around Steve? Would they fight? Who would get hurt? Who was going to stop them if a fight broke out? She couldn't, since she was three months pregnant, still in the danger zone for many pregnant woman. Was this a good idea-
"Amber, Relax."
Dean's raspy voice broken through the heavy and thick curtain of questions and concerns in her mind. Amber suddenly realizing that she had not only been passing but tugging on her slowly growing Blonde hair, the roots showing her natural blonde hair color. She wasn't exactly allowed to re dye them until after sometime, which didn't bother her since the reason she had been dying it was because of Vince. Her hand slowly released the brown hair and her eyes looked at the Dean, who was lying on the bed.
The remote control firmly grasped in his right hand while his left lay hidden behind his brownish blonde curly locks, supporting and giving extra comfort to his head. Amber bit her lip and sat on the corner of the queen size bed watching the TV with a blank expression, feeling the questions once again resurfacing.
"I can't relax Dean." She said after some time, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder, "Steve is going to come, wanting to know what is going on and I have no idea how he is going to react. How he is going to react not only with the fact that I'm pregnant but also that I'm leaving WWE. And to be completely honest I don't even know if I might come back. I can't be calm."
She stood crossing her arms over her chest, hidden underneath a light blue Hoody, and walked slowly towards the window, looking out towards the busy streets. Dean watched her move and turned off the TV, tossing the remote on the bed and standing up.
"What's the worst thing he can do Jade? Smack you? Yell at you? Hell, disown you? There is nothing else he can do to hurt you more than he has done know. Why you are letting him be the first one to know out of your whole family just shows how forgiving and strong you are. You'll get through it." He says wrapping his arms around her waist and laying his chin on her strawberry scented hair. Amber breathes deeply and lays her hands on his calloused ones, leaning back into the warmth of his expansive chest.
"Is it stupid that I want him to be happy for us?" She whispers her green gray eyes rising to meet his Blue grey eyes, "To accept our baby and for him to be genuinely happy that he is going to be a grandfather?" Dean turns her in his arms till her face is leaned up towards his,
"As I said before you're forgiving, and maybe he won't be such a bastard and actually realize that his daughter is going to give him his first grandchild." She nods and he smiles at her, a genuine one that make her feel self-conscious suddenly.
"W-What?" She mumbles looking down as her cheeks redden. He raises her chin,
"You know you are very beautiful when you don't wear makeup." He says and she does. Her skin is perfect and flawless, her lips a perfect natural pink tone, and her thick eyelashes casting shadows on the top of her cheek bones making them seem more prominent.
"Well, you know since I'm pregnant, I don't really have anyone to impress anymore." She laughs as he scowls at her, a smile tugging at his lips as she kisses his shoulder, exposed since he wore a tank top.
"I will never understand how you aren't cold." She murmurs, and just as Dean is about to answer opening his mouth, a knock sounds through the room. Echoing and bouncing off the walls of the room. Amber feels the blood drain from her body as she turns to look at the door, her stomach tightening. "I'll get it-"
"No, I-I got it." She says and Dean can see the worry and fear in her eyes.
"No matter what, I'm here."
He says gently squeezing her hand and kissing her head. The small show of affection gives her an ounce of courage and she swallows and walks to the door. Her hand grasps the cool silver metal of the door knob and turns it swiftly. When the door opens, her eyes are instantly drawn to the man. Steve is wearing a camo t-shirt, light jeans, and dark brown work boots. He is wearing a black cap and a pair of sheriff type sunglasses.
"Steve." She says her voice wavering,
"Amber." He replies, coughing awkwardly at the end.
"Umm… come in." She opens the door wider and steps aside, granting him entrance into her room. He nods and enters, as he passes she can just faintly smell the scent of his aftershave.
"Well if it isn't Dean Ambrose." Says Steve snapping her out of her thoughts and making her eyes fall on him. He has his arms crossed over his chest, anger and annoyance clear in his stance.
"Sup Austin
Dean says neutrally, acknowledging him but nothing further as he sits on the bed and begins looking through his phone. She is thankful for that, Amber closes the door and walks towards the small living room area inside their hotel room. There are two sofas which are placed in front of the TV, the couches right in front of the bed. Steve sits down on the couch directly in front of the bed and removes his cap, placing it on the table, and sunglasses, pinning them to the front of his shirt. Amber sits down on the other couch, which is to his left, playing with her thumb. Steve waits a couple of minutes, before his patience, which isn't the best, runs out.
"Well, what did you want to talk to me about?" Amber looks at Steve and her eyes drift towards the man behind him who looks to be overly focused on his cell phone. She takes a deep breath,
"Well this is me trying to extend to you an olive branch. No one knows about what I'm about to tell you. No one from my… Other family knows." Steve watches her with a blank mask and she feels her palms begin to sweat.
"You're going to be the first person to know that well…. Ummm… I'm… I'm leaving WWE. My last match or appearance as they say is in two weeks, in Los Angeles. April 12th to be exact." Steve's eyebrows shoot up in surprise and then furrow in confusion.
"Whoa, wait a minute here, you the girl who has worked her ass of since she was thirteen is leaving WWE. Are we talking about the same Amber? The same eighteen year old-"
"I'm nineteen, my birthday was on February 10th." She sees Dean look up from behind her dad and then looks back down.
"Nineteen, twenty, whatever that doesn't change the fact that you worked hard and know all of a sudden you're leaving after only a year of being here in the business. Why the hell are you leaving?" This was it, she thought to herself. This was the moment she had been thinking about since early this morning. Imagining each and every scenario she could come up with, and if she wanted to be honest with herself and not sugar coat it, none of them ended on a happy note.
"Because… Because I'm pregnant." There it was, the words finally out there. The reason she had decided to leave even though she was barely beginning, fluttering in the complete silence of the room. She looked at the man and could see the way his eyes were clouded over. Trying to grip the words, understand them. What was running through his mind? Was he trying to decide who he was going to kill first?
"Who's the father?" He finally said after a few moments of silence, but his eyes still did not lift from their location on the floor.
"It's-"
"I'm the father."
Dean spoke up standing up from the bed and walking around the couch and sitting next to Amber. Wrapping an arm protectively around her waist. Steve finally looked up, taking in the small physical display, before standing up. Dean standing up as well, crossing his arms over his chest. Amber sucked in a breath, her throat tightening in worry and fear as she could see the challenging looks in each of the male's gazes. They stayed that way for what seemed like forever, Amber feeling her lungs burn at the lack of air going through them. Steve broke the challenge and smirked, sticking his hand out to Dean,
"Well if it had to be anyone, I'm glad it's you. Welcome to the family, Ambrose." Amber froze not expecting this at all. Her body though reacted well by releasing all of her stiffness letting the air enter and wash over her body. Dean half smiled and shook the older wrestler's hand,
"Thanks Austin."
"I'd rather have you, someone who I know will go at any lengths to protect my daughter, no matter who it, even from her own family. Than someone who can be a little bitch when it comes to conflict. Any guy who can do that has my respect." Dean nodded his head in thanks and stepped back, letting Amber stand. The shock still clear on her face as she stared at her dad. Steve looked at Amber,
"I know I'm not the best person to be around, and I'm not going to win any great dad awards any time soon. But I hope that someday… I can be the dad you want me to be. I'm sorry," He says it awkwardly, "I don't know how much that matters coming from me-"
"It means a lot." She cuts off, smiling gently at her father who nods.
"Can… Can I have a hug?" She asks looking down at the ground. Steve smiles and takes a step forward,
"You don't even have to ask." Amber hugs him and can feel the tears that she never realized were there begin to fall. She buries her face in his chest and he wraps his arms more tightly around her.
"I'm so sorry, Amber." He says gently, his Texan accent thick.
"Dad, I'm-"
"Don't you dare apologize, I'm the fuck up you understand?" He growls and Amber nods just enjoying the warmth of having her father here, hugging her like he used to do on rare occasions when she was a child. Seeming to have read her mind he says,
" I may not have the best reason of why I was the way I was, but I should have not carried on my childhood to you. You know your gramps wasn't the greatest guy to be around, he was abusive to your grandma and often took it out on us. I shouldn't have done the same to you, I shouldn't have followed the same path as he did."
He looked up at Dean who was staring intently at the window, knowing full well that Steve knew about his past and was not only directing this to Amber but also him. As a way for him to know he could change, and that all the things he had gone through where just an obstacle that made him a stronger person, a fighter, In and out of the ring. Amber leaned back and Steve cleaned away the tears with his thumb, smiling at her.
"I'm glad your letting your hair go back to Blonde, ya know me and Vince had a huge fight about it."
"Yeah, kind of gave up on it once I got pregnant, since you can't dye your hair the first three months."
"So, you're what two months?"
"No, Three."
"Ahh… Christmas baby." Steve says awkwardly looking away. Amber laughs and Dean smirks, both finding it hilariously how Steve is reacting to that small bit of information.
"Well, I have to go, got to go and catch a flight to New York. Dean take care of her, if I find out you pulled the same shit John did, you'll be buried seven feet underground before you can say Shield." Dean nodded shaking Steve's hand, Amber hugging her dad as she led him to the door.
"If you need anything, anything at all. Don't be 'fraid to ask got it?"
"Yeah… Thanks Dad." She says Steve smiling and hugging one final time his daughter before walking out and going down the hall. Amber closes the door and as she turns, she hears the start of a song and smiles. She walks back to the room and Dean is standing in the middle,
"Why so romantic?" "Why didn't you tell me it was your birthday?"
"We were fighting that time remember?" She says trying to walk past him but getting wrapped in his arms as he slowly rocks back and forth.
"This is my present?" She says wrapping her arms around his neck, his hands lying on her waist.
"This is just small before present." He says as the song lyrics begin to fill the room.
If I don't say this know I will surely break.
As I'm leaving the one I want to take
Forgive the urgency but hurry up and wait
My heart has started to separate.
Oh oh, be my baby
Ooh ooh be my baby
I'll look after you.
"Is this what you were doing while I was having a panic attack with Steve?"
"No, I was texting Seth's girlfriend Leigh. Asking her about what songs would be good to do our first dance with." Amber smiled and they moved slowly,
"You know you haven't…" She trails off.
"Haven't what?" He asks, his eyebrow raising and a smirk on his face.
"Nothing." She says looking at their feet.
There now steady love, so few come and don't go.
Will you, won't you be the one I'll always know.
When I'm losing my control, the city spins around.
You're the only one who know, you slow it down.
Ooh ooh be my baby
Ooh ooh be my baby
I'll look after you
And I'll look after you.
Amber bit her lip as she listened to the lyrics knowing full well what each lyric meant. Especially the one about how she was the only one who knew how to slow his world down.
"Amber?"
"Hmm?"
"Listen."
If ever there was a doubt,
My love she leans into me
This most assuredly counts
She says most assuredly,
Ooh ooh be my baby
I'll look after you.
It's always have and never hold
You've begun to feel like home, yeah
What's mine is yours to leave or take what's yours is mine to make your own.
Ooh be my baby.
Amber was blushing hard, her face feeling like it was on fire.
"Amber?" She looks up and Dean smiles.
"You know I'm not one to express my feelings and all, but I really do care about you, I love you. And though it's a little late after all you are pregnant with my kid. Do you want to be my baby?" Amber laughs, but nods.
"Of course Dean." She leans in and kisses him before laughing,
"You better write a thank you note to Leigh." Dean laughs and picks her up, Amber wrapping her legs around his waist. He squeezes her thighs and smiles mischievously,
"I will… Eventually. Right know though I have something else in mind." He drops her gently on the bed, smiling,
"I could get used to this."
(Hello you beautiful people! I know it's been fucking forever I am so sorry, I hope this chapter makes up for some of the wait I have put you through. I made it extra sweet and fluffy just for you guys. Please don't kill me okay. Anyways my wrestling muse has return, you can thank those masks that the Shield are currently wearing. The things I would do to Dean, *Drool* Anyways! I need a hundred and ten reviews to continue guys 110 in number form. Also I need you guys to tell me about whether or not you want the sequel or not, and also what you guys would like in it cause this story only has one or two chapters to go three if you guys want me to put the baby scene or wait until the sequel. Also just so you guys know, the sequel will include them raising their child, *Who I still haven't decided a gender*, and going through the ups and downs of being in a relationship with an upcoming WWE superstar as well as just being Dean Ambrose and Amber Jade. Please don't just review with an update soon, it's weird…. Lol! Okay well see you guys later! *Waves*)