A Few Years Later-
It took Serena a while to agree to have another baby, Dean never pushed her. They spoke about it before bed and each time she told him she wasn't ready. His reply was simple and understanding.
"Ok. When you are, let me know", he said softly.
She looked down and rubbed her six month belly. The copy machine beeped and she grabbed the papers. Walking into her and Dean's office. He was on the phone with some author's agent who didn't like that they had wanted to cut his thank you down to three pages. He slammed the phone on the table and sighed. She walked up behind him and rubbed his shoulders. He could feel her belly press against his back and he smiled.
"How's my son?", he asked, taking her hand and pulling her in front of him.
He placed his hands on her bump. Remembering the terrified feeling when she told him she was pregnant again. He was half afraid to get excited, but felt bad for being scared.
"We just have to believe everything is going to be ok", Serena had whispered to him.
Since Seth gave up his seat at the company, it had been given to Dean. Robert had even talked to him about possibly becoming the vice president of editing once the older man who had it right now, retired. He hadn't told Serena yet. He didn't want to say anything till he had the position. Serena had graduated with a Bachelors in Psychology. She thought about taking an offer that was made to her right after she graduated, but some how she just didn't see herself there. She saw herself working at her dad's company. She was a senior editor.
"He's moving around a lot today", she said, watching him kiss her belly.
"Being good for mommy, Derrick", Dean whispered.
"I brought you those copies you wanted and with that, I take my leave. We still aren't packed for our flight to New York.", she said.
"I can do that when I get home. You look tired", he said, looking up at her.
"No, you always pack the wrong stuff. I need to do it", she said.
He chuckled.
"Just promise that if you are feeling tired, you'll stop and rest. Just leave what you want me to pack by the suitcases and I'll finish", Dean said.
She nodded and leaned down to kiss him. She grabbed her purse before going home. Getting there, she sat on the floor surrounded by the things she was taking and still empty suitcases. She only got half way through when she got hungry. Standing, she made her way to the kitchen. While eating her eyes kept darting to the playroom Dean had made in the basement.
Right after it was finished, Dean had taken her down there and had his way with her. She bit her lip just thinking about it. How he bent her over the bench and tied her hands in front of her on the pole. The feeling of the whip against her ass. A hint of a sting, but a good sting. The way he rubbed himself against her from behind before taking her roughly. The slapping of skin bouncing off the walls, for only them to hear in this room. Their room.
It was also the night she conceived Derrick. She grabbed her phone and called Dean.
"Hey, everything ok?", he asked after the first ring.
"No", before she could tell him what was wrong or what she needed.
"I'm coming, don't worry, I'm coming", he said quickly, hanging up the phone.
She shrugged and set her phone down. Opening the door to their playroom, she sat on the bench where they had created their little guy. After a few minutes, she heard Dean calling her through the playrooms open door.
"In here", she called up to him.
Hearing his footsteps in the kitchen, before she heard them coming down the steps. His eyes found hers when he got to the bottom. She saw the look in his eyes.
"What's going on?", he asked.
She watched him push his hands into his pant pockets. They were pulling the front of his pants away from his sensitive area. He swallowed.
"Just reminiscing", she said.
His eyes found hers again.
"Oh yeah", he said.
She nodded and spread her legs apart. She heard him groan, before sighing.
"We can't Rena, as much as I fucking want to", he said.
"Yes we can, you just have to be gentle. Can you do that for me?", she said.
He loosened his tie and nodded. While pregnant, Dean had let her be the dominant one in the marriage. Anything she wanted or demanded, he gave without a fight.
"Don't get use to it. You will only be my dominant while pregnant", he said, his dominant side was setting the rules.
She had taken it without second guessing. Throughout their years together, she had learned a lot from him when it came to the dom/sub relationship. It was hard at first for her, but he took his time showing her what to do and how to do it.
"Demand it of me. Don't just say it", he said.
"Demand it Siren", he said, tossing his tie to the floor.
"Just get over here", she said, rolling her eyes.
He licked his lips. He would be lying if he said he didn't like this side of his wife, but not enough to let her keep this role. He walked over and was going to start unbuttoning his shirt, she slapped his hands away from doing so. His dom mind told him to put her in her place for doing that, but one look at her belly, his son and it stopped him.
She took a hold of his shirt and ripped it open. His hands squeezed her thighs. She slapped them away.
"I didn't give you permission to touch me", she said.
His hands set themselves beside her thighs. His hands shaking from not being able to touch her. She removed her leggings and shirt.
"Siren", he said softly.
"No talking. I don't want to hear your voice till I say you can speak", she said.
He exhaled, watching her run her hands over her body. She laid back on the bench as she watched his hands follow her hands.
"Damn it", he said low.
"Want to touch me?", she asked him.
He swallowed hard and nodded.
"How bad?", she asked.
He didn't respond. She hadn't given him permission to speak.
"Speak", she said.
"So fucking bad, it hurts", he said, his hand feeling his length through his pants.
She smiled.
"Touch me. Start from the bottom of my feet", she said.
She lifted her foot and pressed it against his bare chest. His fingers smoothed up from her toes to her calf. Dean's fingers always sent shivers up and down her spine. He placed a gentle kiss on her calf. His hands moving higher, till they found he center. She arched off the bench, his eyes never leaving his wife.
"Dean", she moaned.
She stopped him and he took a step back. She sat up and removed his belt. He wasn't doing much and his chest was covered in sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead.
"You want to be inside me?", she asked, her lips close to his.
He licked his and nodded.
"Yes ma'am", he replied.
Her lips pressed against his neck and down his chest. She ran her hands over his length when his pants dropped. He held onto the edge of the bench.
"Be gentle", she said, meeting his eyes.
"Yes ma'am", he said.
She laid back and he grabbed her legs, pulling her closer to the edge. She giggled and he smirked. She knew his dom would still come out. The way he pulled her to him spoke volumes. Don't get use to your new role.
To say the twins were excited to see their uncle Dean and Aunt Serena, was an understatement. During their visit to New York, the twins never left his side. Serena watched as Maureen made herself comfortable on his lap, he didn't mind at all. Marcus sat close to him as he read to them.
"They love and miss him so much", Nala said, holding her three year old, Roman in her arms.
Serena held her arms out for RJ. Roman went right to her.
"He misses them too", Serena said.
"How are you feeling?", Nala asked.
"Good. Derrick is doing great, and still growing", Serena said.
"Good", Nala said, rubbing her friend's bump.
The party was in full swing, Roman, Mark, Dean, and Seth were bouncing with the kids on the trampoline walls. Doing flips and wrestling moves they had seen as kids. The wives laughed and greeted new guests as they arrived or say goodbye to the ones who left.
"How are you doing sweetheart?", Serena's mom asked.
"Fine, just trying really hard not to think about it", Serena said, rubbing her bump.
"Just don't stress over it. We don't need you going into early labor", her mom said.
"I know momma", Serena said.
Her mom kissed her cheek. Her dad was talking to Kris and Chance. Every once in a while she noticed one of the kids run up to them, asking them to open a juice box for them. Those straws were hard for some kids to put into the box.
"Dean is going to make a wonderful dad", her mom commented.
Serena smiled.
"He is", she said.
A few months later, Serena woke in the middle of the night. After she was freaking out.
"Not again, please not again", she whispered softly as to not wake Dean.
She got up and walked into the bathroom. She removed her shorts, expecting blood. Instead it was clear fluid.
"My water just broke", she gasped.
She opened the bathroom door. Feeling the contractions hit hard.
"Dean, babe", she yelled.
She watched him shoot up in bed. His feet tangled in the sheets that he fell to the floor. She couldn't help but laugh. He stood and went over to her.
"Are you bleeding?", he asked.
She smiled.
"No. Derrick is coming", she said.
He smiled and ran back into his room. Getting dressed and grabbing the baby bag as she took a warm shower and got dressed. He had called Seth and Sabrina, and it turns out. Sabrina was in labor too.
"We might have our kids together", Seth said excited.
"Man, these boys are going to give us a run for our money", Dean said.
Seth chuckled.
"I'll see you guys when you get here. I have to go, Sabrina is giving me the stink eye", Seth said.
"Shut up, I am not you asshole", Dean heard Sabrina yelled.
He laughed after hearing Seth sigh.
"Good luck with that", Dean said.
Getting to the hospital, they checked in. Seth and Sabrina were two rooms down from them. They had stopped to check in with them. Dean's phone rang.
"Its Mark", he said to Rena.
She nodded and breathed.
"Hey man", Dean said.
"Hey, how is she?", Mark asked.
"Good. Doing really good and so is Sabrina", Dean said.
"She's in labor too", Mark said surprised.
"Yup", Dean said smiling.
"And here I thought Kathan was the only one", Mark said.
Dean sat up, the smile leaving his face.
"Really?", Dean asked excited.
"Born before midnight. I'll send you a photo", Mark said, before hanging up with Dean.
A minute later he got the photo. He showed it to Serena. She smiled.
"Amaya Kristina Calaway", Mark had put in the message.
Dean never thought he could smile so much for an extended period of time, but here he was. His cheeks burning from his smile, his eyes not blinking, afraid to close them and miss something adorable his son did.
"You are the most amazing gift daddy has ever gotten buddy", he whispered to Derrick.
His son stretched and yawned, his little eyes wanting to open. He kissed his cheek. He took Derrick over to Rena when she woke. She smiled at him and took their son.
"I can't wait to have more kids", he said to her.
She kissed him.
"I say we pull a Roman and Nala, wait only a few months before I knock you up again", Dean said, watching as his son took a hold of his finger.
Serena smiled.
"No. A year, tops. Lets enjoy our little miracle first", she said.
Dean nodded.
"Deal my love", he said.
She turned her head and kissed him.
"I love you so much", she said.
"Not as much as I love you. You've done something no one else ever could", he said.
"What?", she asked confused.
He met her eyes.
"You've made me the happiest man alive", he said.
He rested his forehead against hers.