Lyannie opened the door for Aarick so that she can take the pregnancy test that he bought. Once she took it, they both just had to wait. They sat down on the bathroom floor together.
Lyannie sighed. “I kind of can’t believe this happened.”
“I can.” Aarick said as he put his arms around her.
“Really?”
“Yea. I mean since we’ve been married, we’ve been doing it pretty much everywhere and I haven’t been pulling out.”
“Do you want a child now?”
“Well yea. I wouldn’t mind having a little one around. You don’t?”
“I do, but I feel like it’s too early for us to have kids. Maybe it’s not the right time. Most people say you should enjoy being married first before having kids.”
“It’s never really the right time to have kids and we can enjoy being married with kids.” Aarick said before kissing her cheek.
She smiled. “I guess you’re right about that. You think we’ll be great parents.”
“The greatest.” He joked which made Lyannie giggled. Just then, Aarick’s phone started going off. “That’s the timer.”
Lyannie got up and looked at the test. “I’m..pregnant.”
“Really?!”
“Yes!” Lyannie ran into Aarick’s arms.
He picked her up. “We’re going to be parents.” He kissed Lyannie. “I love you so much.”
True Fluff Series
Word Count: 1555
Summary: The reader makes a career move without speaking to Dean first, sparking their first fight as a married couple.
Warnings: None.
Ten months ago, you had married the man of your dreams. Dean was the love of your life, and while you had been hesitant at first, once you gave in to him, the romance between the two of you had been somewhat of a whirlwind.
The two of you had enjoyed your honeymoon period throughout the rest of the winter. Come Spring, plans went into motion to update the things that needed to be brought up to code in the house. Summer was spent doing a small amount of re-decorating, swimming in the lake, and taking drives in the TransAm.
Fall had come late, but it was in full swing now. The trees were changing colors and the grass was starting to yellow, but the temperatures weren’t entirely unbearable.
Dean took you out to the field late one Saturday afternoon, laid out a blanket, and presented a basket of snacks. You stretched out on the blanket with him, appreciating that you both had this time to relax together.
“Benny and Jo’s Halloween party is next weekend,” Dean reminded you. “You off?”
You nodded. “I am. Guess we’ll have to find some last minute costumes this week.”
Dean chuckled. “Because you know how much I enjoy dressing up.”
You laughed and shook your head. You recalled the same Halloween party the previous year when you had dressed up last minute in a makeshift dog costume that involved an oversized sweatshirt and leggings. Dean, on the other hand, had hidden in the garage with Benny in his usual t-shirt and jeans — since Benny wasn’t in costume either, that was Dean’s excuse not to dress up.
The two of you relaxed in a silence for a while, munching on the food and enjoying the view. Taking a deep breath, you sat up, cross-legged, and cleared you throat.
“So, I enrolled in some classes this week.”
Dean frowned. “Like … college classes?”
You nodded. “Yeah — the university has a paramedic to RN program. With some extra courses that I already took, I can finish in a year.”
Dean sat up then. “You didn’t think you should talk to me about this before making the decision?”
“Well, it’s just that —”
“You going to work while you’re in school?”
You frowned. “I mean, I’ll be part-time, but school is going to—”
Dean stood then. “Damn it, Y/N! This is not the kind of decision we make without talking to the other person. I am your husband — remember that? Ten months ago, you were in the white dress and there was cake and vows? Then you up and make a decision that changes our life and our income without even talking to me about it first?”
You wiped away a tear, hating how angry he was with you just then. “Will you please just hear me out?”
“Oh, now you want to discuss things — sure. Let’s discuss it, Y/N. Let’s discuss how you’re cutting out a part of our income. We don’t have a house payment, okay, I get that — I’m grateful for that everyday. But we have bills! We just updated the house and did some redecorating and that’s all great, but those bills are still there!”
“This isn’t about —”
“Save it,” Dean said, cutting you off. He rubbed the back of his neck before putting his hands up in surrender. “Listen, I’m going to go to Mom’s for a while. I’ll be home later.”
He stalked off then, leaving you, the blanket, and the mostly-empty basket of food behind.
Mary was waiting at the front door for him when he arrived. She held the screen door open while he walked in and told him to have a seat at the kitchen table.
“Y/N called you.”
Mary nodded, setting a cup of coffee and a slice of pie in front of him. “She did. You two had a fight?”
Dean nodded. “She’s making these big life decisions, and she’s doing it without me. What is that? We’ve never had this problem before. We’ve always talked to each other, we’ve always worked things through. We’ve had fights, but — not like this. I think back to two years ago, I didn’t even know her. Everything went so fast. Did I only marry her because she was the first decent girl that crossed my path who was interested in me? Because she made me work for it?”
“Dean, come on,” Mary chided. “You married her because you love her. Because she made you work for it and you wanted to do that. Timing has never mattered for the two of you — except maybe those twelve first dates. That was all that was important. Do you remember when you came here and told me that she was the one? That you’d met the woman you were going to spend the rest of your life with? That hasn’t changed. Y/N is still the love of your life.”
“I just don’t get how she could make this huge decision without talking to me first.”
Mary pursed her lips together as Dean dug into the pie. There was more she wanted to say, but she knew her son. It was best to let him process his anger for a little bit before trying to talk some more sense into him.
After his coffee and pie were finished, Dean turned on college football and drifted off to sleep on the couch. Mary let him sleep for an hour before turning off the television and shaking her son awake.
“Time to go.”
Dean yawned. “C’mon, Mom. Not yet.”
“Yes. No more waiting. Y/N has a good reason for doing what she did and while I can see your point about her talking to you first, I really think you need to hear her out.”
Dean tilted his head to the side. He was still sleepy, but he was catching on. “You know something, don’t you?”
“I know enough to know that if you don’t go home to your wife soon, you’re going to regret it later. Go.”
“You’re kicking me out?”
“Damn right I am,” Mary smirked.
After picking up the blanket and putting the leftover food in the basket, you trekked back to the house from where you and Dean had been in the field. You called to tell Mary about the fight and that Dean was on his way to her house, then you let yourself cry it out a little bit.
Once you composed yourself, you started a load of laundry, then got started on supper. Mary had assured you that she would get Dean home before too long, and you wanted to have a warm meal ready to go when he returned.
As it was, you were setting the table and about to break down in tears again when you heard the front door open. Taking a deep breath, you finished setting the table, waiting for Dean to come to you.
You heard him stop in the kitchen doorway and clear his throat. Turning from the counter, you took a breath and held it.
“You okay?” he asked. “Your eyes … they get red when you’ve been crying.”
“I’m okay,” you answered quietly.
He leaned on the doorframe. “Mom said you had a reason behind doing what you did. That I should hear you out. I need that reason, Y/N. I’m sorry that I got so angry so quickly, but I need that reason, because I’m feeling right now like you’re leaving me behind.”
“I’m not leaving you behind,” you said, “I’m pregnant. I went down to part-time and enrolled in the nursing bridge program so that I have more options for working, so that I can be home with the baby or work a regular nine-to-five in a doctor’s office or something. So that you’re not doing the majority of the work while I’m on twelve-hour shifts.”
Dean’s eyes went wide. His mouth opened and shut a few times; when words wouldn’t come, he walked towards you until he was directly in front of you. Dean’s eyes glazed over with tears.
“You’re pregnant?”
You nodded. “Yeah. That was going to be my follow-up to telling you about school and everything — that I did it because I’m pregnant.”
Dean blinked and a happy tear fell from each eye. He kneeled in front you, gripping your hips before resting his head on your abdomen. “I’m so sorry, pretty girl.”
You ran your fingers through his hair. “Don’t even worry about it, Sparky. I just want you to be happy. I want us to have a happy family.”
He kissed just below your belly button then stood and kissed you. “We will. We will have the happiest family … and this is just the start.”
“Oh, is that so?” you said, finally smiling as Dean backed you up to the counter.
“Oh yeah,” Dean said, also smiling. “This feeling that I have right now, knowing I’m going to be a dad — that you are having my baby — it’s too good to only experience one or twice.”
You giggled as Dean lifted you onto the counter and pressed his lips against yours. Dinner was forgotten for the time being, and the food was cold by the time the two of you finally sat down to eat.
