1. Chapter 1 (1/2)

a/n: all of the credit for this goes to ramenreignss who posted a picture of the demma baby on her tumblr last night and who came up with the name for demma's baby boy. i'm just trying not to screw it up, basically.

~*~unlike your bedtime stories~*~

it was [surprisingly] the only thing they never talked about, and she got him to talk about everything, when for most people he could barely string together a complete sentence, when he wasn't cutting a promo or talking trash in the ring.

now, of course, they had no choice but to talk about it. a digital plus sign was staring back at them in the little window of the home test he had run out to the drug store around the corner to buy.

"it could be a false positive." emma murmured, rubbing his shoulder and looking at him hopefully with her big blue eyes.

"you're late and you're never late. you've also been puking your guts up. flower moon sunset's a better secret keeper than tits mcgee," dean shook his head, using his preferred nicknames for the bella twins. "she never keeps her giant trap shut, so you shouldn't tell her things you don't want anybody to know, blondie. she told me all about you running out on your signing last night. mostly because she was whining about having to hold your hair back while you puked."

emma flushed, looking down at the test in her palm, feeling her heart speed up, which was accompanied by the now familiar feeling of her stomach churning. "are you as terrified as i am?" she whispered, bottom lip wobbling as she blinked to keep the tears stinging at her eyes at bay.

dean laughed under his

eath, flopping backwards onto the bed, his steel blue eyes staring up at the ceiling. he pulled her down with him, so she was splayed across his chest, crown of honeyed blonde hair tucked underneath his chin.

he dropped a kiss to her hair and whispered back, "more, but if you tell anybody, i'll deny it."

it wasn't the full-blown, head thrown back, nose scrunched adorably laughter he wanted, but she giggled and feeling her body shake in relief against his, made the fear coursing through his veins a little less.

"emma keeps complaining about her boobs hurting," dean spoke casually as he lifted weights while roman did chin ups on the pull up bar in the hotel's gym. "is that like normal for pregnant ladies and stuff?"

"emma's pregnant?" roman kept his voice level, something the other wrestler was thankful for, which is why he was glad seth was all the way at the other end of the gym. their two-toned friend's eyes would've bugged out of his head and shouted those same two words loud enough for everyone in the whole place to hear.

"at least blondie listened to me about telling flower moon sunset instead of tits mcgee. if she told her, like she wanted to cause they're like bffs or whatever girly thing they got goin' on, the universe would know by now, but yeah," dean put down the weights, sighing as he raked his fingers through his curly fringe. "she is. and she talked about how they're, like, tender and shit and fuck, man, does that last the whole damn nine months?" his eyes were wide with horror, making roman laugh and shake his head. "cause what the hell am i supposed to do? beat off every night like some fucking horny ninth grader?"

"relax, man," roman rolled his eyes as he hopped down from the bar. "that only lasts for the first couple of months, the tenderness, anyway. after that, it's all about swollen ankles and complaining about how she got fat and a sore back. though, every woman's different," he tilted his head thoughtfully. "so i don't know maybe hers will stay that way longer. or maybe not as long. i mean jess," he said referring to the mother of his seven year old daughter talia. "was tender for about four months, but when

ie was pregnant with leia it was longer than that."

"so what did you do beat off every night like some fucking horny ninth grader?"

"you better learn to watch that dirty mouth of yours, am

ose," the big man let the teasing roll of his back. "before your kid gets here. you don't want their first word being a swear. emma won't ever forgive you. but, hey," he smiled at his friend, warm and open, so different from the intimidating scowl he wore in the ring and pulled the other man in for a hug. "congratulations."

"i can't believe you told

ie before you told me." nikki pouted, making emma giggle under her

eath.

"if we wanted the universe to know, she would've told you first, tits mcgee." dean ignored nikki's harsh glare, sliding into the chair next to emma and pushing a plate of crackers covered in peanut butter in front of her, saying, "i heard crackers are supposed to help with the whole puking your guts up thing, and the peanut butter's good for, like, i dunno," he shrugged his shoulders, trying to appear nonchalant. "being healthy and whatever. you know for you and the kid."

"aren't you just adorable," nikki leaned over, pinching dean's cheek, laughing as he swatted her hand away and glowered at her from behind the fringe of his curls. "next you'll be giving back rubs and massaging swollen ankles and rubbing olive oil on emma's vagina like roman did for

ie every day before her due date."

dean visibly paled and nikki threw her head back in hysterical laughter while emma blushed furiously and hissed, "nicole!"

"emma dashwood, dr. blake will see you now." a nurse in a floral print scrub top and purple bottoms announced, clipboard in hand.

just as emma was about to push herself out of the chair, dean stopped her, gently pulling her up. "i don't think so, blondie." he shook his head. "i got you, okay?"

emma rolled her eyes, but the smile on her lips – soft and sweet – belied any real aggravation. "dean," she was gentle in her chastising. "i'm pregnant, not an invalid. i don't need you helping me out of chairs. at least," she pouted. "not yet, anyway. my stomach," she sighed. "is only going to get bigger from here."

"and you'll still be hot as fuck." he dropped a kiss to her forehead. "so don't start complaining."

"all right," dr. blake was a middle-aged man who revealed that he wanted to be an obgyn so he could deliver babies, something he found he liked as an intern in medical school, which made emma smile. "we're going to take a look at baby dashwood…"

"am

ose." emma interrupted, looking at dean over her shoulder. "baby am

ose." the smile she gave him was beaming, so blinding it was like staring into the sun, and he felt his insides twisting pleasantly, a feeling only his blondie could give him.

"baby am

ose." the doctor amended with a small smile as he moved the transducer over emma's small bump after she had lifted her shirt.

"this is fucking crazy." dean

eathed, leaning over as he squinted at the monitor. "there's a human in your stomach. fuck." he shook his head, blinking while emma laughed to herself, shaking her head. "it's beautiful." she mused, tears shining in her eyes.

"you're beautiful."

"it's a crib, not a space ship." seth said, looking over the instructions and then to the parts that were scattered all over the wooden floor of the room that would soon be a nursery. "how hard can this be?"

"are you sure you know what you're doing?" dean eyed the iowa native skeptically. "i mean how many cribs have you built in your life? what if it comes out wrong? or the bars are loose and the kid climbs out during the middle of the night? or chokes on a screw?"

"and how many cribs have you built?" the two-toned superstar shot back.

"rome should be here for this. he's built cribs and done all this shit."

"don't you think he'd be here if he could? but leia's sick and he's giving

ie a

eak by letting her go to the gym with nikki. she's been cooped up in the house taking care of a sick 18-month old who's wanted her daddy the whole time, basically. she needs this. and what am i?" seth exclaimed in mock offense. "chopped liver? i'm not good enough for you because nikki and i don't have any little rollins' running around? that hurts, am

ose that really hurts."

"how the hell the two of you don't have 9,000 kids by now, i don't know." dean grumbled, snatching the instructions. "you'll have sex anywhere. like at talia's birthday, remember? when you got blown in the pantry at sika and patricia's?"

"ya'll are pathetic." roman announced from the doorway while seth glowered at dean. "you called roman, seriously, man?! we were just starting to make headway!"

"headway at what?" the samoan laughed and the shaking of his chest caused little leia to giggle who was perched on his hip. "cause if you're trying not to build a crib, then yeah, i guess you losers are making headway. now, get out the way. i got this. here," roman held leia out for dean to take. "you take leia. her fever

oke earlier and she got the fresh air she needed, but if she starts to get fussy just grab her stuffed elephant, that always calms her down. or grab a bottle from her bag."

dean blinked at roman who sighed heavily and placed leia in the other man's arms. "you're gonna be holding a baby sooner than you think, so you might as well get used to it. just remember to support her head and you'll be fine."

he did as his friend instructed all the while trying to curb the panic that was rushing through his body just from having the toddler in his arms. she gave him a gummy smile, a hint at a tooth or two coming in and patted his cheek with her tiny fist, and he swallowed thickly.

her eyes were the same chocolate shade as

ie's and he couldn't help but wonder if his baby would have emma's eyes. he hoped they would. her big pretty blue eyes, like a warm spring day and always sparkling and happy.

yeah, he wanted his kid to have those eyes.

emma woke up one morning to the feeling of hands rubbing her stomach. confused, her

ows burrowed down, as she fought the urge to ignore the sensation and fall back to sleep. she was so tired lately, more than she had ever been, which was not fun because she was such an active person.