He's got the tv on, and it sounds like a rock concert. "Dammit Dean" I groan, putting the pillow over my head. He chuckles and turns it down a little. "Baby" he says. I open my eyes and look at him. He's still lying on the other sofa. "What?" I ask grumpily. He grins and I know he's about to wind me up. "My toast is kinda cold" he smirks. "Shouldn't fall asleep then" I say standing up. "My wife shouldn't have such gentle healing hands then" he counters, watching as I pick the plate up. I shake my head and walk into the kitchen. While his toast cooks I put his washing in the drier and put another load in to wash. The toast pops and I quickly butter it before taking it in to his lordship. "You want coffee?" I ask as I wait for him to sit up. He thinks for a second then nods. "And a kiss" he says pouting. I smile and kiss him gently, moaning as he grabs the back of my head to keep me there. "I love you" he whispers when he finally lets me go. "Ditto asswipe" I say smiling as I head back to the kitchen. I hear my phone ring and smile when I hear him answer it. "Nah" he says. "She's not available right now, I'm keeping her in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant in true Ambrose style." I groan and go to take it off him. "Sorry Tracey" he says. "She's busted out of the shackles. Here she is." He blows me a kiss as he hands me the phone. "Hey hun" I say sitting on the sofa opposite Dean. "Hey yourself" she says. "How is he?" "Alive" I groan, looking at him. He slaps a hand across his heart. "Cut me deep Tor" he says smirking. Tracey laughs. "He seems ok" she says. "But how are you?" "I'm ok" I say standing up and going into the kitchen. I pour his coffee and take it in to him before heading out onto the deck.
"How are you now he's not within earshot?" she asks. I groan, she knows me too well. "I'm getting there" I say. "I've got to. I need to get over this whole Renee thing. I love him too much to lose him." "You're not fucking gonna lose me" he growls, appearing behind me. Tracey laughs. "Oops" she says. "I'll text you later. Go sort your life out." I laugh and end the call. He wraps his arms around me from behind, pulling me against him. "I'm here" he says. "I'm yours, and I'm going nowhere. I've got too much to lose Torrie. I'm not losing you again. The months you were gone were the hardest months of my life. I'll be honest, I never ever thought about love and marriage until I met you. Because once I met you, I knew I never wanted to be without you. Those months proved me right. I can't be without you again, I won't." I turn around to face him, tears running down my face. "I love you so much" I whisper. He nods. "I love you too" he says, dipping his head to kiss me. It's starting to get dark now. He yawns and I smile. "You've slept most of the day" I say. "And now you've got the nerve to yawn? Wow!" He laughs. "Pain meds are knocking me for six" he confesses. "Let's go to bed now, and then tomorrow we can start getting back to normal. No meds, no sleeping." I nod. "Sounds good" I say. "But you have to promise me that if you need the meds you'll take them." He nods. "I'm not that stupid Tor" he says resting his head against mine. I nod. "I know" I say. "But you are that proud, and you don't like admitting you're in pain." He groans. "Fuck, you know me too well" he says smiling. I grin. "Bed Ambrose" I say. He smirks. "Thought you'd never ask" he says taking my hand and leading me inside.
Dean heads up to bed while I quickly tidy the kitchen. When I get upstairs he's just coming out of the bathroom. I catch my breath as I watch him walk to the bed. He's only wearing his boxers. "It's rude to stare doll" he says getting in to bed. I smile and walk into the room. "It's pretty hard not to stare at you" I admit, taking off my top and shorts. His eyes get dark as he watches me. "Ditto" he says huskily. I shake my head as I grab the bottle of lotion from my bag. "Please?" he asks, holding his hand out for it. I nod and get onto the bed. He gets up on his knees and looks down on me. I watch as his gaze shifts down my whole body. He leans forward and kisses my stomach gently. I moan and he looks up at me quickly. I bite my lip and he groans, leaning forward and resting on his hands and knees. "You want one too?" he whispers. I nod, still biting my lip, and his mouth is on mine within seconds. His hands roam up my sides, finally coming to rest in my hair. I grab the back of his head and pull him as close to me as I can. He finally pulls away breathlessly. "Wow" he whispers. I lean back against the pillows and attempt to get my breath back. He watches me and finally smirks. "Do I make you breathless baby?" he teases. I nod. Well, I can't deny it. He does. He smiles and grabs the lotion bottle again. "I'm gonna get this job done" he says. "And then I'm gonna make my wife happy." I frown but watch as he puts some lotion on his hands before rubbing it in to my stomach. "Hey Olaf buddy" he says softly. "Papa checking in. Hope momma is keeping you nice and warm in there, cos she sure got me hot and bothered out here." I laugh and he smirks at me. He finishes rubbing the lotion in and moves back up the bed. "Hello" he whispers, kissing me before lying back on his pillow. "Hi" I whisper back, turning onto my side to look at him. He holds his arm out and I cuddle in to him. "I love you" he says, kissing my head. "Love you too" I say kissing his chest. He smiles, stifling a yawn quickly. "I saw that" I chuckle. "Does being in bed with me bore you that much?" "Fuck no!" he growls. "Being in bed with you and not being able to do what I wanna do is pure fucking torture! Sleep is the only way I can get through this." I smile. "We'll make up for it when you're well enough" I promise. "So, hurry the fuck up and get better." I kiss him and snuggle back into him. He bitches for a while and then finally he's asleep.