Dean hisses, focused enough that he sees even the trace of dizziness cloud her eyes. He's gathering her closer even as she opens her mouth to speak.
"Accidental baby," he chuckles, "guess I am my father's son," and he's still smiling so wide, can't even close his mouth to kiss her cheek like he wants to. "Hey, talk to me," he says, finally managing to press his lips behind her ear. "You feeling sick? You probably will for a while, but I won't blame you at all if you take it out on me. I'm gonna be right here, Faye." Pregnant. His. "For all of it."
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Date: 2012-04-02 04:45 am (UTC)"Accidental baby," he chuckles, "guess I am my father's son," and he's still smiling so wide, can't even close his mouth to kiss her cheek like he wants to. "Hey, talk to me," he says, finally managing to press his lips behind her ear. "You feeling sick? You probably will for a while, but I won't blame you at all if you take it out on me. I'm gonna be right here, Faye." Pregnant. His. "For all of it."