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What to Expect When You're Expecting
John/Mary
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kashmir1 and I always talk about John/Mary pregnant!smut...and how there's not nearly enough of it. :) I've had this sitting around for awhile now and was just able to finish it.
He's usually so tired after work, worn out from putting in long hours at the garage, but he falls onto the couch with her all the same, a tangle of limbs and his low, throaty laugh in her ear. Their dinner cools on the kitchen table as his hands move slowly, sluggishly against her. He rucks her skirt up, pushes her legs apart, settling between them like he's always been there, and when he pushes inside her, Mary can't remember a time when he wasn't.
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Mary's sick for a week before she even thinks she might be pregnant.
The thought hits her when she's at the drug store, trying to find something to calm her stomach and she gets a big smile on her face as she moves two isles over and grabs a test before heading home.
It's the kind with a line. One blue line straight across means that she's pregnant and she walks out of the bathroom to pace the house for the next five minutes. But, five minutes turns into an hour and she can't bring herself to go back and look.
It's nearly six and she hears the car pull in the driveway.
"I think I might be pregnant." She says before he's even got both arms out of his jacket.
He breathes in sharply and lets a smile play along his mouth. "You think?"
"John Winchester...go look at the damn test, okay?" She sighs, wringing her hands. "I've got to know."
He just nods and moves upstairs quickly and quietly.
After a moment, there's a whoop and he comes bounding back down the stairs and God, he already looks like a Daddy to her.
He wraps an arm around her waist to haul her up and kiss her enthusiastically. "You're having my baby, Mary." He mumbles against her lips.
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"Dean." She tests the name out around her mouthful of ice cream. "Dean. I think I like that."
John makes a disgusted face, but that could just be because she dipped her pickle into the chocolate syrup. "Dean? I'm not sure. Are we going for the 'Rat Pack' here? The next one gonna be Frank?"
Mary grins. "No, I was thinking...Sammy."
John laughs and passes her his bowl before she even has to ask. She eats the rest of his sundae.
*****
John's patient with her, completely understanding when she has her sudden mood swings, and touches her in all the right places when she gets so horny she can barely see straight.
"You're a god among men." She sighs as she looks past her huge belly to the end of the couch where he's rubbing her feet.
He smiles blearily at her, despite the dark circles underneath his eyes.
*****
"You're beautiful." John murmurs, smoothing the hair back from her sweaty forehead.
"Really?" She pants, gritting her teeth and squeezing his other hand as her latest contraction subsides.
"Really." He smiles, even though he's pretty sure she's breaking every bone in his hand. "Absolutely gorgeous."
Ten minutes later, Mary's fully dilated and cursing at John like a sailor.
*****
"Hey, there, Dean-o. I'm your daddy. That exhausted woman on the bed is your mommy. You put up quite a fight, didn't you? Nearly wore her out. Don't worry though. She's tough...and stubborn...and has a very firm grip as it turns out. No, no....shhh. It's alright. Don't start crying. Daddy's got you. You're alright. Shhh. It's okay. Love you, son. Gonna protect you. Never let anything happen to my boy..."
John/Mary
R
kashmir1 and I always talk about John/Mary pregnant!smut...and how there's not nearly enough of it. :) I've had this sitting around for awhile now and was just able to finish it.He's usually so tired after work, worn out from putting in long hours at the garage, but he falls onto the couch with her all the same, a tangle of limbs and his low, throaty laugh in her ear. Their dinner cools on the kitchen table as his hands move slowly, sluggishly against her. He rucks her skirt up, pushes her legs apart, settling between them like he's always been there, and when he pushes inside her, Mary can't remember a time when he wasn't.
*****
Mary's sick for a week before she even thinks she might be pregnant.
The thought hits her when she's at the drug store, trying to find something to calm her stomach and she gets a big smile on her face as she moves two isles over and grabs a test before heading home.
It's the kind with a line. One blue line straight across means that she's pregnant and she walks out of the bathroom to pace the house for the next five minutes. But, five minutes turns into an hour and she can't bring herself to go back and look.
It's nearly six and she hears the car pull in the driveway.
"I think I might be pregnant." She says before he's even got both arms out of his jacket.
He breathes in sharply and lets a smile play along his mouth. "You think?"
"John Winchester...go look at the damn test, okay?" She sighs, wringing her hands. "I've got to know."
He just nods and moves upstairs quickly and quietly.
After a moment, there's a whoop and he comes bounding back down the stairs and God, he already looks like a Daddy to her.
He wraps an arm around her waist to haul her up and kiss her enthusiastically. "You're having my baby, Mary." He mumbles against her lips.
*****
"Dean." She tests the name out around her mouthful of ice cream. "Dean. I think I like that."
John makes a disgusted face, but that could just be because she dipped her pickle into the chocolate syrup. "Dean? I'm not sure. Are we going for the 'Rat Pack' here? The next one gonna be Frank?"
Mary grins. "No, I was thinking...Sammy."
John laughs and passes her his bowl before she even has to ask. She eats the rest of his sundae.
*****
John's patient with her, completely understanding when she has her sudden mood swings, and touches her in all the right places when she gets so horny she can barely see straight.
"You're a god among men." She sighs as she looks past her huge belly to the end of the couch where he's rubbing her feet.
He smiles blearily at her, despite the dark circles underneath his eyes.
*****
"You're beautiful." John murmurs, smoothing the hair back from her sweaty forehead.
"Really?" She pants, gritting her teeth and squeezing his other hand as her latest contraction subsides.
"Really." He smiles, even though he's pretty sure she's breaking every bone in his hand. "Absolutely gorgeous."
Ten minutes later, Mary's fully dilated and cursing at John like a sailor.
*****
"Hey, there, Dean-o. I'm your daddy. That exhausted woman on the bed is your mommy. You put up quite a fight, didn't you? Nearly wore her out. Don't worry though. She's tough...and stubborn...and has a very firm grip as it turns out. No, no....shhh. It's alright. Don't start crying. Daddy's got you. You're alright. Shhh. It's okay. Love you, son. Gonna protect you. Never let anything happen to my boy..."
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*flappy hands of JOY*
YOU WROTE IT! YOU WROTE IT OMG!
*loves hardcore*
ALSO? RAT PACK NAMES ZOMG! HOW AWESOME!!
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*snuggles you*
Also? YES! I can't believe NOBODY has ever made that connection before. That's the first thing I thought of when I heard the names Sam and Dean. :D
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I love this fic.
Wow.
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Thank you so much, my dear. :D
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eeeeeeeeeeeeeee
omg
daddy!john just kills me in all the best ways and *flail* and eeee and *wibble* and *sob* and eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!
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*snuggles you* Thank you, darling!
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Lovely!
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Thank you so much!!
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'Rat Pack'! *giggle*
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And yeah, I have a bit of experience with writing pregnancy symptoms, I wrote Charlie/Claire from Lost. :)
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I love the Rat Pack reference, that was cute.
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This? Is the best thing ever.
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