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1 of 6 Requests (Open)
I’m opening 1 of 6 requests for now (until I feel I’ve reached my limit, lol). You know the drill, give me a line (one line) and the name of a Shield Member or Jon Moxley. :)
Remember, if you send me multiple lines for one request, meaning you give me a speech, I will delete the request.
It’s called a 1 of 6 for a reason, give me some creative liberties.
You subconsciously rub your abdomen as you wait for him to respond; there was no cute way to announce an unexpected pregnancy, especially when neither of you had great parental role models. You sink a little further into the couch, begging mentally for the slightly signal that he’s okay, that he still wants a future with you.
Dean continues to stare straight at the floor, “I’m gonna be a what?”
“Listen, I know you didn’t expect to be a father; and I have no real right to say this, but I have to. If you want no part of this, I just need you to know I’m going to be a mother.”
“Wait,” He stops you mid-ramble, finally catching your tears, “don’t you dare try to pull that strong woman bullshit on me, right now…I’m not going anywhere.”
“That’s just—that’s not gonna happen, sunshine.”
You roll up your sleeves, glancing at your watch, “I’m gonna be late.”
“So, you want me to wait patiently while my girl goes out for a ‘catch up dinner’ with her ex?”
It’s clear from the look in his eyes, his stance in front of the door – body leaned on a hand pressed to the wall, that there’s no way you’re leaving; there was no point telling him that you were fine with this, so you challenge him, “Well, then give me a reason to stay home.”
“Why didn’t you just say that in the first place?” His question is accompanied with your laugh as he tosses you over his shoulder, smacking your ass and heading to the bedroom.
“I…I lost the baby…”
You can’t look into his eyes as you say it, your knees buckle and you erupt in sobs – oblivious to anything he pleads with you, even as his strong arms lift you into an embrace.
When you come to register his loud calls of your name, your eyes pop open to see find him staring down at you – his eyes panicked, “You were having a bad dream. Whatever it was—it wasn’t real.”
You toss the blankets off yourself, seeing your baby bump is intact, and relieved tears spill out of your eyes, “The baby…I thought…”
“The baby’s fine, (Y/N).” He places a hand on your belly, kissing your forehead and whispering, “Both of my girls are safe and sound; I got you both right here.”
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“All right, line ‘em up again,” Your order is quickly obliged by Jon who fills your shot glasses; it was part of a game of ‘Never Ever’ that had gotten out of control as you both poised questions just to get drunk, the two of you seated on your living room floor, “Never have I ever…”
“Hey, it’s my turn!” He hands you your glass, sighing as though he’s running out of ideas; Jon narrows his blue eyes at you, a small smile playing on his lips, “Never have I ever…thought about kissing you.”
You try to play off your nerves, “Is this you to me or me to you?”
“Fuck it.”
He doesn’t bother to clarify, moving to his knees and diving for your lips; you moan against his lips, unsure if your happiness came purely from his kiss or the taste of whiskey – you were pretty sure you knew.
You wait for him to pull away, grinning up at him, as he proclaims the last thing you ever though he would, “There’s one heart inside this body…be gentle with me.”
“Do you really want to do this right now?” The question is pure courtesy as his mischievous smile tells you he’s clearly on board, “We’ve got a lot of people out there.”
“Seth, you’ve been overseas, and all we’ve had is dirty phone calls.” You pull yourself onto the marble bathroom counter after locking the door, “Do you want them to wait or me?”
“You gotta point.” Seth gives in, helping you to undress for a quickie as the party guests go about their business in your backyard.
“You gonna talk to me?”
You have nothing to say and want to ignore him completely. He had acted like you were a stranger at the party, just a friend, and you felt a world’s more for him.
“I’m promise you it’s not what you think.”
“Are you ashamed of me, Seth? Of being seen with me?”
“No, of course not!” Seth pulls you by your waist, embracing you tight, “All of my relationships become targets for the public…I was trying to protect you.”
