CHAPTER 2

"She's doing fantastic. The baby's been kicking a lot lately," Dean said to Triple H on his phone pacing back and forth in the living room.

"That's great to hear, Dean. Me, Steph, Vince, everyone is happy for you and Renee."

"Thank you. How are your kids by the way? Everyone doing alright?"

"Well, Aurora had a bit of a bug last week. Probably caught it from a kid at her school."

"Oh, dear."

"But she's better. Murphy and Vaughn are fine. All is well."

"Good to hear."

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

"Oh. I have another call."

"Okay, I'll let you go. Tell Renee we said hello."

"Will do. Bye for now."

"Later, man."

Dean pressed another button on his cellphone to take the waiting call.

"Hello?"

A demonic sounding voice answered. "Hellooo, Ambroooose..."

The voice gave Dean a little shock, then he cracked a smile.

"Undertaker."

A laugh sounded on the other end of the line. "I scare you?"

"No, not at all. Although, the lights to my house didn't flicker either, Mr. Master of the Mind Games." That brought another chuckle from Mark. "What's going on?"

"I guess I need to ask if I caught you at a bad time."

"Oh no," Dean replied sitting on the couch. "Not a bad time. Just relaxing at home. What can I do for you?"

"I'm calling to see if you had gotten the package yet."

Dean became confused. "Package? What package?"

"I'll take that as a no. Well, if you want your package, come out here to your driveway, otherwise it's going back to Texas with me."

Dean stood from the sofa and went to the door to open it. A black truck sat parked in Dean's driveway with a smiling Mark Calaway sitting in the driver's seat.

"HA!"

"You want your package or not? It's going adios in a few seconds."

Dean disconnected the call and put the cell phone in his back jeans pocket. "You gonna chokeslam me on the pavement if I keep you waiting?"

Mark laughed out loud, exiting the truck. "Don't give me any ideas" he stated smiling that big Texas grin.

"Mark, you son of a gun you."

"Hey, Dean."

Both men shared a hug and slaps on the back.

"Good to see you."

"Good to see you, too. What brings you to Vegas this weekend?"

"My church is having a revival tomorrow."

"Really? No gambling?"

"Not my thing. You and Renee are welcome to come tomorrow. There will be a message on Faith, food."

"I just might take you up on that offer."

"Great. And since we knew you lived here in Vegas, Michelle and I pulled together and got some things ready for your first arrival."

"Hence the package?"

Mark reached for the package in the passengers seat.

"There's some clothes, a blanket. Of course, with it being me, I threw in a Texas Longhorn onsie and a bib. Plus something Cincinnati and Canada too.

"Wow," Dean said taking the box.

"You're having a boy, right?"

Dean looked up at Mark. "No. I thought you knew we were having..."

"Having a girl. I know. Just messing with you. Everything in that box is girly. Trust me. Plus, Kaia colored a picture for your little one too."

"How sweet of her. How sweet of you all. Thank you so much."

"No problem." Mark looked over Dean's right shoulder. "Well well well. Look who's gracing us with her presence."

Dean turned to see an 8 and a half month pregnant Renee standing in the doorway of their house. Dean sat the box on the hood of Mark's rental truck and walked towards her.

"Hey, baby," Dean greeted taking her hands.

"Hey," Renee greeted with a quick peck on the lips.

Dean guided Renee over to where Mark stood. "We have company."

"What a wonderful surprise. Good to see you, Mark."

"Hello, Renee," Mark said with a gentle kiss on the cheek and a hug.

"What brings you to Vegas?"

"My church from Texas is having a get together service here in Vegas tomorrow. I invited Dean and you to come along."

"I would love to, but I'm not sure how long I can stand. My ankles get a little sore."

"Oh, no worries, Renee. There will be plenty of seating. Plus it's inside the church, so it will be nice and cool. Nothing harmful towards the baby or you. Very safe. Plus, there will also be food afterwards."

Renee turned her eyes to her husband. "Did you say 'yes'?"

"Yes."

"Then, I too am saying 'yes'."

"Fantastic. I will call one of the guys and let them know there will be two guests of mine joining us."

Renee put a hand to her stomach. "Three."

"Even better."

"Plus," Dean began. "He also brought us a package for our daughter. Something he and his family put together."

"How wonderful. Thank you so much. Please tell Michelle I said thanks."

"Will do."

"Uh-oh," Renee said rubbing her pregnant belly. "I guess someone else is saying thank you too. She's kicking up a storm lately."

Dean's hand touched Renee's belly and felt a tiny kick. He gasped and chuckled. "Oh wow. She's really moving."

"Mark, do you want to feel it?" Renee offered.

"Oh, no, no, no. It's okay."

"No, seriously, Mark," Dean insisted. "Go ahead."

Mark shrugged and reached out to touch Renee's stomach. He waited a few second before he too felt a kick.

"Oh my goodness. That's amazing," Mark laughed.

"I think she's wants some nourishment in the form of me drinking a glass of freshly made lemonade. You're welcome to have some, Mark, if you would like."

"Well, there is no way I'm going to say no to a glass of lemonade."

"Perfect. You're not allergic to strawberries are you? It's strawberry lemonade and I chopped up bits of the fruit to put in the drink."

"Sound tasty."

Dean whispered something into Renee's ear. She nodded. "I'm also firing up the grill. Grilled chicken and veggies if you're interested."

Mark answered in a thick Texas drawl. "Well, hot diggidy dog, that's sounds like a grand ol' time!"

The three of them laughed as they made their way back towards the house where it was cooler. Dean quickly turned back and retrieved the box from the hood of the truck before entering the house himself.