"Home sweet home" I say as we walk through our front door. Dean smiles and dumps the bags in the kitchen. I go to them and start to pull out the dirty clothes ready to wash them. He shakes his head and takes them from me. "Rest" he says pointing to the lounge. I shake my head. "I'm good" I say taking the clothes from him again. He sighs and shrugs, giving up without fighting me. I do a Daniel Bryan style "yes" celebration while he stands and watches me, amusement clear on his face. "Don't get too used to winning Tor" he warns. "Time will come when you'll be glad of the rest." I nod and walk over to him. "I know papa" I say kissing him. "I'll rest, just in a little while ok? Let me get the laundry sorted first." He nods, kissing my head. He waits while I load the washer and then he's pointing at the lounge again. I nod and head for the sofa. He smiles and waits for me to lie on the sofa before mimicking my Daniel Bryan "yes" celebration from earlier. I shake my head and smile. "I'm gonna catch up on some work stuff" he says kissing my head. "Sleep baby." I nod. I'm actually tired all of a sudden. He sits on the other sofa and turns the tv on. I'm asleep before Raw even starts.
When I wake up he's still on the other sofa. His head is practically on his chest and he's snoring. I would say lightly, but I'd be lying. He sounds like a freight train. There is no way he can be comfortable like that. I stand up and walk over to him. I stand in front of him, trying to work out how to move him when he suddenly grabs me and pulls me on to his lap. He laughs as I squeal. "I love you Torrie Mae Good" he growls. "Love you too" I say, laughing when the baby kicks. "And you Olaf" he says grinning. "Seven weeks papa" I say, putting my hand on his as he rubs my stomach. "Seven weeks and we get to meet little dude." "In that case" he says lifting me and putting me next to him on the sofa. "I'd say it's about time we started getting the nursery ready." I smile. "Hell yeah" I say. He grins and goes to a drawer in the sideboard. "I, uh, picked this up when you moved out" he says handing me a catalogue. "Whatever you want, get it." I smile. It's a catalogue full of nursery furniture, pushchairs, everything baby related. "How about we choose together?" I ask, patting the sofa. His face lights up as he sits next to me.
Within an hour we have the nursery planned. Dean has gone antique pine mad. Cot, changing unit, dresser, wardrobe, everything. We agree on a white and mint green theme, its neutral even though he's adamant we're having an Olaf not an Elsa. He gets on the phone and calls up the DIY store, ordering the paint ready. Only white. The colour will be in the curtains and the bedding we've chosen. Then he calls the store the catalogue is from and orders all the furniture. When he's done he sits back and smiles. "We're having a baby" he says smiling. I nod. "Let's go baby shopping" he says suddenly. I frown. "We just did" I say. He shakes his head. "Clothes" he says. "One of those basket things he has to sleep in, changing mat, baby gym, car seat..." "Calm down!" I laugh. He shakes his head. "Please?" he asks fluttering his eyelashes. I can't resist. Plus, I want to see him in a baby store. I nod and he grabs the car keys. "Come on then!" he says opening the front door. I groan and follow him out to the car.
Two hours, and two swollen ankles, later we get back home. Dean is buzzing. The car is full of baby stuff. He carries it all in and straight upstairs, putting it straight into the nursery. I stand at the bottom of the stairs watching him until he shouts at me. "I saw those ankles Ambrose!" he warns. "Or at least, where those ankles used to be! Get and lie down now!" I groan and head for the sofa. My feet feel like lead. The next thing I know he's behind me helping me walk. "I'm sorry it took so long" he whispers kissing my head. "It's just, all those outfits, it's hard to imagine we're gonna be dressing our baby in those in a few weeks." I nod as I sit down. He puts pillows halfway down the sofa and makes me put my feet up, raising them. "No moving for the rest of the night Mrs Good" he whispers kissing my head. I nod and he disappears to finish unloading the car. He wakes me up an hour later. "Wow" I mumble. "I really need to stop sleeping." He shakes his head. "Baby you sleep as much as you need to" he says kissing my head. "I just thought you might wanna eat something before bed?" I nod. "I'm actually starving" I admit. He grins. "Got you a burger" he says grabbing the plate off the table. I could kiss him. So I do. He groans. "Don't start what you can't finish Ambrose" he warns. I grin, knowing he's right. I need sleep so badly right now. We eat quickly and he takes the plates into the kitchen. "Come on" he calls, locking the front door. I stand up and smile as he leads me upstairs. He throws me one of his shirts as soon as we get in the bedroom. "Go on" he says steering me into the bathroom. "Clean up and then get into bed." I nod and quickly wash and clean my teeth before shedding my clothes and pulling his shirt on. "Babe I can't wear this" I groan, taking it back off and going out to him in just my bra and panties. He turns around and looks at me. "Wow babe" he whispers. "Not that I'm complaining, but why aren't you wearing the shirt?" "Kinda doesn't fit" I say. "I didn't wanna pull it all out of shape." He nods and walks over to me, kissing me before grabbing the lotion bottle. "Papa and Olaf time" he says smiling as I get on the bed. I nod and let him work his magic as I try not to fall asleep again. He finally finishes and lies beside me, holding his arms out to me. I lie in them and smile. Him kissing my head is the last thing I feel before I fall asleep.