45 - Samantha
I’m floating, or dreaming, or dead and gone to heaven. I’ve never felt this good. Dean opens the door to his apartment and we glide in. He lets out a big sigh and my hand flutters to my stomach. I open my mouth to tell him about the baby but the words don’t come. He looks at me and grins.
“What?” he says. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
I shake my head. “Nothing,” I say. I don’t know why I don’t tell him about the baby. I don’t want to ruin this moment. I don’t want to change anything about his mood or the air between us. Right now, I just want to be with him and feel his arms wrapped around me and his lips on mine. Nothing more, and nothing less.
As if he reads my mind, he takes a step towards me and slides his hands over my waist. He pulls me into him and my arms wrap themselves around his neck. He rubs his nose back and forth over mine and lays a soft kiss on my lips before leaning his forehead against mine.
“I love you, Samantha. You’re the strongest and most courageous person I’ve ever met in my life. I can’t believe you did that for me.”
“For us,” I correct. For us and our baby. My heart feels so full I think it might explode. He pulls me closer and I close my eyes to enjoy the heat of his body so close to mine. We stand there swaying gently from side to side until I open my eyes again and smile at him.
“I love you too,” I whisper. His face breaks into a smile and he drops his hands to my bottom. He hoists me up and I wrap my legs around his waist.
We don’t say anything, because there isn’t anything to be said. He crushes his lips against mine as he carries me towards the bedroom. He lays me down onto the bed and presses his weight on top of me. I tangle my fingers into his hair and pull his kiss into me. My legs are still wrapped around his waist like I’m afraid to let go.
He runs his hand up my shirt and I shiver as his fingers leave a trail of sparks on my skin. The space between my legs is a ball of electricity, and I can feel his shaft pulsing against me.
We tear at each other’s clothes, at each other’s bodies. I kiss anything I come in contact with. I touch everything that my hands can reach, gripping and scratching and squeezing every part of his body. He groans as he devours me, covering my entire body with kisses. He moves to my hip and lays a kiss on it before looking up at me.
“I love this mole on your hip,” he tells me.
I laugh. “Why?”
He shrugs and laughs with me. “I don’t know. When I was sitting in that motel thinking my life was over, I was imagining you and all I wanted to do was kiss this mole.”
“You’re a weirdo,” I laugh, running my fingers through his hair. I smile and he dips his head back towards my hip, kissing my mole one more time.
The frantic energy between us slows down and our touch becomes tender. It’s like we’re learning each other’s bodies for the first time all over again, running our hands over each other’s bodies and trailing kisses behind them. His lips taste sweeter than I remember, and his body feels stronger and smoother than before.
When he enters me, I feel complete. He fills me up until my back arches and my lips fall open. He dips his head and bites my bottom lip as he pushes himself into me. Pain and pleasure mix as I cry out and let myself be carried away by bliss.
Our bodies dissolve into each other and we become one. We move together, moan together, kiss together, touch together, until I don’t know where he ends and I begin. Our hearts beat as one.
When he comes, I come, and when I come, he comes. Our climax is like I’ve never felt before. Both bodies contract and arch and moan together and I feel his orgasm as viscerally as I feel my own. He’s mine, and I’m his.
It’s not until our heartbeats return to normal and my head is resting on his chest and I take a deep breath and feel like myself again. I run my fingers over and back across his chest as he strokes my hair.
“I love you,” I whisper. My heart is beating in my chest and I feel the love of our child in my stomach. I open my mouth to tell him but nothing comes out. He wraps his arm around me and squeezes me closer.
“Let’s have a baby,” he whispers. I lift my head and look up at him, frowning slightly.
“What?”
“Let’s have a baby. I know it’s early, and I know we just got away from my family, but Sam, you’re the one for me. I want to be with you forever and I want to have a child with you. I don’t see the point in waiting. If you want to, obviously. I can wait.” He bites his lip. “I don’t know why I said that. Fuck, you probably think I’m a weirdo,” he laughs. “I’m sorry. I just love you so fucking much.”
I laugh. “Well yes, I do think you’re a weirdo. But that’s beside the point.” We stare at each other for a few moments and I take a deep breath.
“What if I told you we are going to have a baby?”
He smiles. “I don’t mean eventually, Sam. I mean let’s have one soon. Let’s have one now. Get off the pill and let’s start trying.”
I shake my head. “I don’t mean eventually either.” He frowns slightly and I smile gently. I have to whisper the words that have been on my mind ever since Jess and I went to the doctor.
“I’m pregnant, Dean.”
His jaw drops open and his eyes widen. Suddenly a smile breaks out across his face and he starts laughing.
“What! No. Really?” I nod and he laughs again. “Why didn’t you tell me!”
“I didn’t want your parents to use it against you or me, and then I was afraid you’d freak out.” I smile. “So you’re happy?”
“Happy? I’m fucking ecstatic! Sam! We’re going to be parents! I’m going to be a dad!”
I laugh as he wraps his arms around me and turns me onto my back. He dips his lips towards mine and kisses me so tenderly that I can feel the love radiating between us.
He pulls back and stares into my eyes, smiling as he runs his hand over my stomach. I smile and put my hand over his. I still can’t quite believe that we’re here, together. I still can’t quite believe that I’m this lucky. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him one more time. He nuzzles my nose with his and I laugh.
He’s mine, and I’m his. This is what happiness feels like.