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deans-baby-momma · 4 years ago

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The Padackles Link-Chapter 66

A/N: I do not know anything about IVF so if this is unrealistic and off the mark, don’t come at me. It’s just a fic. I made it all up.

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The first week that Jensen is gone back to work is hectic. Jackson is definitely attached to his father and in his absence our son is very unhappy. So unhappy that I have to let him scream himself to sleep at night and then I don’t get a good night’s rest because I worry that I am torturing him.

I am in tears, listening to Jackson scream at the top of his lungs over the monitor when my phone starts ringing with a Facetime. Of course it’s Jensen. I had hidden our predicament from him so far but I knew as soon as I answered my boyfriend would hear his son’s cries.

“Hey bab-what is that?” Jensen says as soon as the call connects. “Is that Jackson?”

“Yea he really misses his daddy putting him to bed at night,” I tell him with a shrug.

“Man, I hate that. I miss him too. I miss his little toothless smiles and laughter. I miss you too Drea. More than I realized I would.”

“I miss you so much Jay! And not just because I have to deal with his cries because you’re not here. I miss going to sleep in your arms and waking up next to you.”

“Take me to him,” Jensen says and I climb out of bed and walk to the nursery. Turning the phone around so that they could see one another, I listen as Jensen tries to talk to and soothe his son.

As soon as Jackson hears his father’s voice, the boy stops crying until there is nothing but whimpers coming from him. Jensen begins singing “Wagon Wheel” and I watch as our son closes his eyes and drops off to sleep.

“Damn, why didn’t I think of that?” I ask as I make my way back to the bedroom.

“Has he been doing that all week?”

“Yea. But I didn’t want to worry you,�� I tell Jensen as I get resettled into bed. “I know being on set and filming is hectic and time-consuming.”

“Drea, I don’t care. If my son needs me to sing him a lullaby to go to sleep, call me. I can’t believe you put up with that for a week,” he chuckles.

Shrugging my shoulders, I look at Jensen dressed as what I assume is Dean Winchester. “You look good Jay.”

He blushes but a tiny smile appears on his lips. “Thanks, So do you. So what’re your plans for the week?”

“Well, Gen has that appointment at the fertility clinic Thursday. She wants me to go hold her hand while they harvest the eggs. Hannah is going to watch Jackson along with Tom and Shep.”

“That’s good that she isn’t going to do that alone.”

“Yea and seeing as those eggs will eventually be in my body, I figure I can be there for her procedure.”

“That sounds weirdly erotic,” Jensen laughs and Drea joins in.

“There’s nothing sexy about petri dishes and turkey basters, babe.”

“Eh, whatever floats your boat, I guess.”

“Dork!”

“I’m your dork” Jensen says, laughing.

“And don’t you forget it.”

Thursday afternoon I sit beside Gen in the large waiting area of the Center for Advanced Reproductive Medicine. Jackson is back at the Padalecki’s home with Tom and Shep and their babysitter, Hannah.

“I’m weirdly nervous,” Gen speaks up.

I look over at her and smile. “That’s natural, I guess. You are having a pretty significant procedure done.”

“Yea,” she says. “But that’s not what I’m worried about. I mean, sure they are going to be inserting a long ass needle into me and retrieving my eggs to freeze. What if there is something wrong with them? What if Jared doesn’t make it back in time to fertilize them? Is this just outrageous? Asking you to carry our baby.”

“Gen, Jared is scheduled home next weekend for Thanksgiving. The doctor assured you both that that was okay, not too long. He’ll come in and, well truthfully I’m trying not to think about his part of the job, but he will do what needs to be done and the doctor will fertilize your eggs.

“As for being outrageous by asking me to have your baby, I really could’ve been wined and dined a bit more. But I’m willing and able.”

Gen joined me in laughing as the nurse calls her name. I follow Gen as she follows the nurse back to a procedure room.

The nurse, Abby, hands Gen a paper gown and points to the corner of the room where there is a curtain for her to change behind. To give her even more privacy, I turn my back while she changes.

On the drive back to the cul-de-sac, Gen is dozing in the passenger seat when a call comes through the speakers of the Yukon. Glancing at the screen, I see that it is Jared. I click on the phone button on the steering wheel and answer.

“Drea?” Jared’s voice fills the cab. “How’d it go?”

“Without incident,” I tell him as I look over at Gen who has a smile on her face. “They were able to retrieve 17 viable eggs. Her part is over.”

The sigh that leaves his lips is resounding. Jared had been as nervous and anxious about the appointment this morning as Gen had been. All for nothing, because everything went as it should.

“How is she?”

“Tired and a little out of it,” I chuckle. “She is dozing in the seat but she has a gigantic smile on her face. Your wife loves you very much, you big moose!

Laughing, Jared responds with, “Not as much as I love her. Listen, I got to get back to set. I just wanted to call and check on you both.”

“Okay. I’m sure Gen will call you later tonight when she is more alert. Tell Jens I love him and miss him.”

“Want me to give him a big ol’ smooch for you too?”

I hang up listening to Jared chuckling at his own joke. Shaking my head, I turn to pull into the driveway at the Padalecki’s home.

The next time we are in the waiting room at the CAR-M building is a few weeks later, 8 days before Christmas, it is my turn to be anxious and a bit stressed. Today they were implanting one of the embryos, hoping that it attaches. And I wanted to be able to do this for my friends, our friends.

Gen and Jared are sitting across from me, holding hands and murmuring to one another. Jensen is back at home with Jackson, surely patiently awaiting the call after I’m impregnated by his best friend.

The same nurse, Abby, calls my name and I stand smiling at Gen and Jared before following Abby down the hallway.

The technician, Dr. Hayes, explains everything that is happening as it happens. When he inserts the catheter into my vagina, I tense at the discomfort. The tech mumbles a quick apology and I will my body. The rest of the procedure goes by quickly and before I know it I am re-dressed and heading back to the waiting room to get Gen and Jared.

I smile as I enter the room and after making an appointment in two weeks to do a pregnancy test.

“The next two weeks are going to crawl by,” Gen complains as we climb into the Yukon. “I want to know now if we can start planning for a little baby.”

Jared grabs her hands and kisses her knuckles. “I know, baby. I’m excited also.”

And just like Gen predicted, the two weeks between appointments were agonizingly slow. But once again she and I were in the exam room, awaiting the test results.

I can tell by the look on Abby’s face what the answer is before she even makes it all the way through the door.

“It’s negative isn’t it?”

That night, Gen and I cry together and drink wine and cry some more. I had to finally admit to myself that I was just as disappointed as she was. I loved being pregnant with Jackson and Jacob and was looking forward to that again; to knowing that my body was sustaining and growing life.

“They said we can try again,” I assure Gen as she refills her glass. “I am still willing to do it if you are.”

“Hell yes,” Gen says after taking a swig of her drink. “I want a baby. I want you to have my baby, Drea.” She breaks out laughing and it is then that I can tell the alcohol has gone to her head.

“That sounds funny. Doesn’t it sound funny to you Drea? You having my baby? Like, what? How? We both have the same parts. Two vaginas can’t create a baby.”

“Okay,” I say as I swipe the wineglass from her hand. “You have had enough. Let’s get you to bed.”

“Ooo, are you trying to seduce me?”

Rolling my eyes, I don’t answer; just help her up the stairs and to her room. She is out before I turn the light off.

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lovelyrocker · 5 years ago

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~ Chapter 37

~ RPF

~ Character: Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Lexi Ackles(OFC)

~ Pairings: Jared x Lexi(OFC)

~ Warning: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Language, Age Gap

~ Word Count: 4,104

~ Un Beta'd - All Mistakes Are My Own

~ *FEEDBACK IS GOLD*

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<Previous Chapter

It was warmer than it should be for the time of year but Texas weather didn't obey seasonal temperatures. The sky was gray and the rain wasn't far away. It had been a few weeks, almost a month since Jared put that promise ring on Lexi's finger and for the first time they were both able to travel to Austin for the weekend together.

Boxes were stacked around the lake house and Lexi's belongings scattered around the small house filled with Lexi’s belongings.

"Keep or toss?" Jared asked holding up some throw pillows.

"Uh, leave those here. I rather the ones on your bed."

Jared tossed the pillow on the bed and walked over to Lexi wrapping his arms around her from behind. "You mean OUR bed." He kissed her neck.

"What's going on in here?" Jensen asked walking in, Jared looking up with a small smile before letting go og Lexi’s waist. "Jare, your windows are down on your car and it looks like it's gonna rain soon."

"Thanks Man." Jared walked past Jensen giving a slap to his shoulder.

Jensen looked around at the condition of the little house and then turned to Lexi. "What's with all the boxes?"

"Uh, Well,” Lexi taped up another box then looked at her brother. “We talked about it and I'm moving in with Jared."

"Oh really?" Jense looked at her with raised brows. "After only a month of being back together?”

"Yes. And we have been off and on for years. It's past time and I'm beyond ready."

Jensen walked over to lexi grabbing her hand. "Does this have anything to do with that pretty little ring Jared put on an important finger?"

"No-yes.” She pulled her hand from his. “No. It's just a promise ring, Jay."

Jared walked in handing Lexi mail. "Mail came." He tossed the stack of envelopes on the counter. "Hey, Did you get one of those change of address things yet?"

"Not yet. I was gonna grab one at the post office later." She turned to her boyfriend. "Tell my brother this is just a promise ring." She held up her hand pointing to her ring finger.

"Yes." Jared looked at Jensen. "It's just a promise ring. I'll make sure she is one hundred percent ready before I pop the question for real."

"I thought that necklace was the promise ring." Jensen gestured to the visible charm around her neck. "That it was your weird way of doing things."

"It was." Jared Jared sat on te arm of the sofa. "But when I gave her that, no one knew about us. It was the only way I could give her a gift to say I love you without being obvious."

“Sneaky.” Jensen eyes Jared. "Even back then you had him wrapped." Jensed nudged Jared’s foot.

"No, he had ME wrapped.” Lexi corrected. "I hung on his every kiss like a hopeless romantic." Jared placed a kiss on her lips and Lexi rolled her eyes, giving him a light push in the chest. "I used to hate those people. You know, the kind that are all lovey dovey?"

"Now you are one.” Jensen laughed poking fun at his sister.

“Now that we aren't hiding our relationship anymore I put a ring on it. I want everyone to know she's mine." Jared gave her another peck on the cheek before going over to the fridge and pulling out two beers.

"That's another thing." Jensen grabbed one of the beers from Jared’s extended hand. "Will yall go public, now?"

"That's actually something we wanted to talk to you about." Jared sat back on the arm of the couch. "Would you be okay with it, if we did make it public?" Jared looked from Lexi to Jensen. "Before we just say ‘hey, were together’ we want to know if you're okay with it?"

"The real question is would Lexi be okay with it?" Jensen spoke looking only at Lexi. "Once you step out with Jared you won’t be able to take it back." Jared followed Jensen’s gaze towards Lexi. "Before you got recognized occasionally as my little sis. The you got more recognition with modeling. But, this will put you all the way out there. You've seen how it is will Gen and Danneel."

"I know. But, I can't hide in the background forever. Jared made it clear he wants me in his life for the long hall."

"When you do decide to come out, don't wear something skimpy or see through." Jensen put up a finger. "And if you can't sneeze without flashing someone dont wear it."

Lexi laughed. "Jensen be real. All my clothes like that are at Jared's, for him." She gave a little shoulder wiggle.

"I- I did not want to know that" He stood and walked out.

It had been a few months since Jared and Lexi had moved in together officially. They still hadn’t showed up to an appearance or anything together as an official couple, but they were spotted around Austin and Vancouver together. Never anything like kissing or even holding hands. But, it was raising questions on if the two were indeed an item. Although they kept to themselves for now they did get a giggle from magazine articles with their assumptions and pictures. Jared got asked a few times in interveiws if they were an item and he smoothly avoided answering.

They’d settled into a good routine for themselves as they both did work that involved traveling. Lexi was still working on the new store in Vancouver and sometimes had to stay behind on weekends when Jared flew to Austin. Lexi made plenty of trips to LA for the store and magazine, sometimes being gone for two to three weeks at a time.

But when they did get their schedules to link up, they were inseparable. Sure, when apart they facetimed daily, often three or four times a day. They texted throughout the day as well as phone calls. They stayed plugged in to the others life away and it worked for them. Even the kids enjoyed the times when they were at their dad’s and aunty Lexi was there. It made for twice the play and twice the junk food.

It was a comfort to Genevieve knowing that the woman that Jared had in his life was someone who cared for and loved the kids like Lexi did. It gave her peace knowing that Lexi would protect her children as her own and even place her children before herself. That is something very rare in situations like these. And Genevieve knew that because she knew Lexi.

“Jared, you home?!” Lexi shouted letting her bag hit the floor loudly.

She listened carefully grinning when she heard nothing. It was a game they played. When they were set to arrive home around the same time If they would place bets on who would make it home first. The loser had to do the laundry from their trips.

“Babe?!” She called again, still not hearing anything. Walking into the kitchen she grabbed the pile of mail from the counter and started absentmindedly flipping through it. Lexi paused for a moment getting ready to turn around when Jared’s arms wrapped around her causing her to jump with a yelp. “You jerk! You scared the hell outta me!” She smacked his arm turning to face him.

Jared laughed pulling her into a kiss. “I win.” He spoke between kisses. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too.” Lexi wrapped her arms around his neck. “That was a long week. Ellie says hi by the way.”

“How is she?”

“Still a sassy redhead.” Lexi smiled, dropping her arms from Jared’s shoulders. “Did Gen send you that cute video of Shep’s school play?” She grabbed water from the fridge. “He was too precious!”

“Yes! And hopefully we will be able to make it to the open house Wednesday night.”

“I told Gen I’ll pick the kids up from school and get them fed so you two can just go on over to the school that evening.” Lexi hopped up onto the counter.

Jared stood in front of her his hands on her hips. “You don’t want to come to the open house?”

“Wouldn’t that be weird? Mom, dad and Auntie Lexi that no one knows is dating daddy.”

“Well, if you say it like that-”

“Besides, I went last time when you had to stay in Vancouver.”

“Yeah, I remember. One of the other moms thought you and Gen were a lesbian couple.” Jared chuckled.

“I mean I went for you so why not come full circle and do Gen, too?” Lexi said sarcastically before laughing.

“Can I watch?” Lexi smacked his arm. “How would you feel about a nice long hot shower?” Jared nuzzled her nose with his.

“Depends, are you joining?” She lifted her head and kissed him.

“Absolutely.” Jared lifted her around his waist and didn’t set her back down until they were in his bathroom.

They stayed in that bedroom for the rest of the night. The clock was creeping close to eleven pm and they were still tangled together in bed. Jared was pressed against her from behind, one hand gripping her hip tightly his opposite arm wrapped around her shoulders, his knees holding her thighs apart as he slid in and out of her at a torturously slow pace. Lexi gripped his arm with one hand and slid the other behind his neck pulling his chestnut locks.

"Jared, please!" Lexi panted.

"God, you feel so good." He nipped at her neck thrusting just as slowly as before. "I've missed you so much. I missed being inside you."

Jared was dragging out making her orgasm this time. They've been going at it for roughly six hours now and he was making sure she was thoroughly pleased. Jared loved this feeling. Not just the feeling of being buried to the hilt deep inside of Lexi. His cock encased in her hot, wet passage squeezing tightly around his rock hard erection with Jared pulsing ready to milk him for all he has. It was her beneath him, wiggling and moving from near constant bliss. Bliss from Jared loving her in every way he could.

"Jared." Lexi whined, dropping her head back on his shoulder.

Jared smiled dragging his cock over her g-spot making Lexi buck her hips back against him. "Tell me what you want." Jared spoke in a low graveled voice as he dragged his cck through her pussy again.

"Fuck me." Jared picked up speed a little. "Fuck, Jared, more."

Jared pulled out and pushed her onto her back climbing back on top of her. He slid back inside of her feeling her pulse around him. He hitched her leg around his hip and grabbed her hands, pushing them over her head. "You sure that's what you want, babygirl?" His voice is sultry and deep almost teasing as he stayed still inside her.

"Yes." She breathed out. "I need you, Jared."

Lexi locked her feet around Jared's legs as he began thrusting deep inside of her. Lexi started feeling that familiar build up, the coil tighten inside of her like it did many times before that night. Jared's knees digging into the bed, his balls tightening as he sped up even more. Lexi moved with Jared neither of them letting up the more that familiar feeling built. Jared let go of a hand placing his hand on her cheek, leaning his forehead on hers. Her eyes were shut, her brow was pulled together and her mouth slightly fell open in pleasure.

"Babygirl," Jared breathed and her eyes fluttered open. He stared down at her in adoration. "I love you." His hips jerked and stuttered as his orgasm hit him. "Fuck!" He moaned snapping his hips forward harshly forehead dropping down to hers.

ÀLexi's hands fell to his back gripping with white finger tips, her orgasm taking her suddenly. She arched into him, her nails raising welts where the dug into his flesh. Jared didn't still his hips till they were both a shaking, breathless mess.

Jared laid there with his head tucked between her neck and shoulder. They were coming off their high, breath finally slowing. Lexi gently slid her fingers through his sweat dampened hair, she could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

“Jared,” She breathed in an even tone. He lifted his head resting his chin on her chest. “I love you.”

Jared’s eyes were dreamy and blissed out. “I love you, too.” He saw a look in her eyes that was different. Different from the usual love filled gaze she had after making love. “You alright?” He pushed himself up on an elbow to better face her. “You look like you have something on your mind.”

“I- uh- I kind of do.” She pushed herself up into a sitting position. “You know how much I love you and the kids.”

“Yeah.”

I’ve been thinking a- a lot over the past few months and-and things have been going great. Not just with us but with the kids and we have a routine going-” Lexi was rambling as she moved to the sode of the bed and pulled on her panties and t-shirt.

“Lexi, what are you getting at?” Jared asked bluntly slipping his boxers on.

“I want to marry you.” The words flew out of her mouth almost like a single word.

“You what?” Jared was unsure if he heard her correctly.

“I want to marry you.”

“We will. We had that conversation a couple of months ago-”

“No, I mean I want to get married.” She stated more sternly.

“Like-like now?” Jared gestured with a hand. “As in-in the very near future?”

“Yes.” She nodded with a smile.

Jared gave a chuckle leaning in pressing his lips to hers. “I would love that.” He smiled into another kiss before pulling away. “But, we can’t.” He looked away scared to meet her eyes.

“You said someday, why can’t someday be soon?”

Jared looked up to her seeing the disappointment in her eyes. “I want to say yes. There is literally nothing I want more to to make you my wife.” He reached to take her hand. “But I can’t right now.”

Lexi looked at Jared with confusion. “You said when I was ready and I am.”

“Lex, we just got back together-”

“And you know as well as I do how much we love each other.”

“I do know.” He told her seeing how upset she was getting. “Lex, it’s not that I have doubts or anything, I-I,” He ran a frustrated hand over his face. “Damn it. I promised Jensen, okay.” Jared turned away in frustration.

“You what?”

“I didn’t tell you because you would get mad.” He stood with his hands on his hips, back still facing her.

“When did this happen?”

“Few weeks ago when you left for LA.” He turned looking at her. “We were kind of drunk and we were talking about you and us.”

“That seems to be a highly popular topic with you two.” Lexi commented with annoyance.

“He asked me not to marry you til after you were at least twenty two. That it would ease his mind in knowing you are where you want to be in life and you’re not rushing things.”

“And you agreed.” She stated.

“Yeah.”

“Well,” She nodded. “Thanks for making that decision for me.” Lexi said calmly, crossing her arms over herself.

“I know I’m gonna love you just as much in two years as I do right now. I also know that there is nothing that I wouldn’t do to keep you. That’s why I agreed. Because I know we will still be in love then just like we are now.”

Lexi stood walking over to Jared. “Any other agreements you made with my brother about my life that I should be aware of?” Jared avoided her eyes again letting her know that there was. “What else did you two agree on?”

Jared took a breath. “I- I told him I wouldn’t get you pregnant till after we got married.”

“How much did you two drink that night?” She spat out.

Jared looked at her confused. “What?”

“The night this conversation went on, how much had you two drank?”

“A-a lot.” He stammered out and Lexi started laughing letting her arms drop, shakng her head as she turned walking out of the room. Jared took a breath, slipped on his jeans and followed her into the kitchen. “Lex?” She looked at him from the kettle she was filling. “Are you-”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” SHe waved her hand placing the kettle on the stove.

“Are you sure you’re not mad?” He shoved his hands in his pockets.

“No.” She placed her cup down and walked up to Jared. “Look, I get where Jensen is coming from, I really do. He doesn’t want me to rush my life and he wants me to enjoy it as it happens. So, no. I’m not mad.” She rested her arms on his shoulders. “And you, you just want to do what's right by me in every way possible. So, I get why you agreed.” Jared placed his hands on her waist. “But let me make one thing clear.” She looked deep into Jared’s eyes. “I will do what I want to do when I want to do it. Always have, always will. No matter what Jensen or you say or have agreed to. Got it?”

Jared bit his bottom lip. “I love it when you get bossy.”

She kissed his lips. “Don’t change the subject.”

“I got it.” He nodded in understanding.

“Good.” She kissed him again. “So how about the day after my twenty second birthday?”

Jared gave a laugh. “You really want to marry me don't you?”

Lexi nodded before kissing him again. “I want to marry you, and then I want to give the kids a baby brother or sister. Maybe two.”

“Oh really now?” Jared looked at her in surprise.

“Uh huh.” She hopped up on the counter.

“That would be five kids.”

“You’re right. Let's have three to we can get an even number.”

“Now you’re talking!” He pointed a finger grabbing a a box of tea bags and cup for himself from the cabinet. “Where are we gonna put all these kids?”

“We’ll get a bigger house, duh!” She told him reaching to put the tea bag into her cup. “And a huge yard with a pool and a space to grill. Maybe on a few acres so we can have more dogs and we can let them run around.”

“So, a huge piece of land, a bigger house, more kids, more dogs and basically chaos all around.”

“Yep!” She nodded with a smile.

“And you want all this with me?”

“Mhm.”

Jared leaned in close with his forehead on hers. “Sounds like an amazing plan.”

“I’ll wait as long as you want. Just as long as it’s you in the end.” Lexi looked up into his eyes. “As long as it’s you waiting for me at the altar one day I’ll wait.”

“I promise I won’t keep you waiting long.” He told her kissing her.

Eight weeks later.

They were back in Austin after having spent two weeks in Vancouver while Jared and Jensen were filming. Lexi had doubled up taking a job filling on for one of the hair and makeup ladies while she was on maternity leave.

The store she was heading was finishing and she barely had to do anything other than give the okay on certain things via e-mail. She agreed to the job as soon as she was asked. Now she and Jared has the chance to spend time together during filming.

“Hey Punk, where’s your boy toy?” Jensen asked walking into the kitchen at Jared and Lexi’s house.

“He is outback with the kids.” She answered, placing a bag on the counter. “I think they are building a play area thingy.”

“A play area thingy?” Jensen eyed her.

“You know what I mean.” She laughed.

“Got anything good?” Jensen tried to peep into the bag.

“Oh, uh” She said suddenly grabbing for the bag.

Jensen moved the bag away playfully.”What’s in here?” He grinned at his sister. Lexi reached for the bag from her much taller brother. Jensen turned his back to Lexi and looked into the little brown paper bag. His smile faded. “What’s this?” He held the small box in his hand then looked at Lexi. “Are you- are you pregnant?” His tone was low and obviously upset.

Lexi snatched the box from Jensen’s hand and shoved it back in the bag. “This is not your business.”

“Yes, it is. You’re twenty!” Jensen’s voice may have been low but the anger was still clear.

“That stupid deal you made was with Jared, not me!”

“So you got pregnant on purpose?!”

“No!” SHe looked at him appaled by his accusation. “I’m not stupid!” Lexi snapped spinning around bracing herself on the counter.

“Then what the hell, Lexi?!”

“Jared doesn’t even know.” Her voice calmed.

“What?” Jensen grabbed her arm turning her to face him. “What do you mean he doesn’t know?”

Swiping a hand across her forehead Lexi looked at Jensen. “It was when I was in LA.”

“In LA? What did you cheat on Jared?!”

“No!” Lexi snapped again. “I would never cheat on Jared you idiot!” Lexi huffed. “I was so busy in LA that the last week I was there I forgot to take like two or three of my birth control pills.” She looked at Jensen. “When we got back to Austin we-”

“I get it.” Jensen held up a hand. “Didn’t you use a condom?”

“I didn’t realize I’d skipped till the day after I got back. After we’d spent the night... I didn’t want to freak Jared out because of that stupid promise so I just hurried and got the morning after pill the next morning.” Lexi took another deep breath. “He takes his promises with you to heart.” Jensen rubbed his forehead in irritation. “Look, this is between him and me okay?”

“Lex, you’re a kid.” Jensen tried to reason.

“No!” She pointed a finger at him. “I am an adult. I made a mistake as an adult. I will deal with this with my boyfriend because it’s our problem. Jared and I, we will make that decision together.”

“When did you become so independent?” Jensen looked at her.

“I blame it on my brother.” Lexi smiled up at him. “Just don’t say anything to Jared yet. Please.”

“You want me to lie to him?” Jensen gestured towards the backyard. “He’s my best friend, Lex.”

“And I’m your sister.” She eyes him intensely.

“Jay, hey!” Jared’s voice sounded from the back double doors.

“Hey man.” Jensen answered pushing the brown bag out of sight.

Later in the backyard Jensen and Jared sat back sipping beer while the kids ran around. Jensen hadn’t said anything to Jared about their conversations earlier which Lexi was glad for. She knew Jensen didn’t like keeping anything from his bestfriend. But, she needed to figure this out before she let the cat out of the bag. She needed to accept it herself before she could ecpect Jared to.

“Want another beer?” Jared asked Jensen standing.

“Yeah.”

“Lex, you want one?” Jared pointed to her.

“No. I’ll pass.” She said casually.

“Probably a good idea with how your stomach has been the last few days.” Jared commented.

“Upset stomach?” Jensen looked at Lexi.

“Yeah, she’d been having an uneasy stomach for a few days now. Puked a few times, too. I think it's that bug going around.” Jared assured before walking into the house.

When Jared was out of earshot Jensen looked at Lexi. “How late are you?”

“Two months.”

“Two months late, upset stomach, puking,” Jensen counted off on his fingers.

“Why do you think I got the test?”

“How has he not put this together himself?”

“Because he doesn’t know I’m two months late.”

Jensen simply shook his head then Jared walked back out and it was like their current conversation didn’t happen.

That evening after Jensen left and Jared gathered the kids to bring them to Genevieve’s Lexi stood in her and Jared’s bathroom leaning on the counter waiting for the timer on her phone to go off.

BEEP

Lexi tapped her phone alarm off and grabbed the pregnancy test from the counter, her eyes zoning in on that tiny result window.

“Fuck.”

Next Chapter>

TAGS: @squirrelnotsam @saxxxyjared @thevelvetseries @onethirstyunicorn @dreaminemz @xostephanie

#spnfamily #supernatural #jensen ackles #spn #jared padalecki #ofc #love is blind #lib #sam winchester #rpf

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pip-n-flinx · 5 years ago

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Little bit of Mass Effect Salt Incoming

So, one of my favorite twitch/youtube personalities recently released a video about his favorite series ever, mass effect! While I was initial thrilled (I didn’t even know he played ME tbh) I gotta say I’m a more than a bit salty about it. I still love him and and watch his stuff, clearly ain’t nobody perfect, but I want to get some things off my chest and most of the people I know who are into ME follow me here. SO here goes.

Here’s the thing, he absolutely hates one of my favorite characters from the franchise. He made jokes about leaving them to die, not regretting it, how horrible a character they are, and even references several moments in the first game as the source of his opinions. He goes into far less details from the 2nd and 3rd games in the franchise, but contends that they failed to change his mind.

Now, it will come as no surprise to some of you that he hates Ashley Williams.

For the sake of clarity, I’m going to get some stuff out of the way right here before explaining to you what he said and why I disagree:

- I have done multiple playthroughs of ME. One included the Ash Romance.

- Most of my playthroughs I romanced Liara.

- My opinions are not ‘ASH IS BEST GIRL CHANGE MY MIND’

- Before someone @’s me with some bullshit, I’d just like to observe I’ve heard a ton of Ash Hatred since I got into the fandom. I would be surprised if you were bringing something new to my attention when it comes to Ash. I’ve spent a great deal of my time playing this game and even more following other content creators of any medium I could find. Please Please Please PLEASE don’t waste your time regurgitating something you heard someone else say and I SWEAR BEFORE ALL THAT IS GOOD if I hear one more “She’s just a ____” comment I will end you no character in this series is “just” anything.

- THIS IS NOT KAIDEN ALENKO HATRED. I actually find the Virmire decision heart wrenching every time.

- Finally, before we move on, I’m not telling you how to play the goddamn game. I have enough trouble with Virmire, Horizon, and the Coup d’etat missions in my own playthrough, I have no intention of re-living the guilt and stress of it for someone else’s Shepard. I got enough emotional baggage from this game already thanks. MOVING ON “Ashley is a space racist.” ALRIGHT listen up kiddos. Her Grandfather, the one who started the Williams Curse? He did that by creating and signing off on Cerberus during the First Contact War. The pro-human splinter group founded during the first encounter and conflict with aliens that humanity experiences? That was her Grandfather’s Idea. And yes, she begins ME1 with some pretty racist commentary. “Can’t tell the aliens from the animals” is a reprehensible line. Now, I don’t think she says anything reprehensible when she talks to Shepard about not liking the aliens on the Normandy, but I can also agree that it comes from a place of fear and discomfort, and that definitely contributes to the argument that she’s a space racist. HOWEVER: what a lot of the Ash haters miss is a moment after Virmire on the Citadel, in the wards, when a isolationist xenophobic populist party known as the Terra Firma party approaches Shepard asking for their support in the next election. This comes after Ashley has had a chance to work with Wrex, Garrus, Tali, and Captain Kirrahe. She DRAGS the leader through the muck, stating that while she likes some of the parties platform the party is full of racists and the refusal by the Terra Firma leaders to denounce the racist comments and racists members of the party is enough to lose them her vote already. She gets so heated about Shepard has to command her to stand down. You don’t get to cherry pick her interactions from ME1 and ignore her character growth. She also falls right into her big sister roll with Tali almost immediately. She tells Tali that it took years to get women accepted in the military. When Tali responds that the Migrant Fleet doesn’t have the luxury of sexism, she replies “sounds great, but I don’t think I could get used to the uniform.” In ME2 she refuses Shepard’s offer, despite earlier referring to Shepard as “a god back from the dead.” Why does she refuse? Because Shepard is working with Cerberus, the organization her GRANDFATHER CREATED. She’s all for the Alliance, and the Alliance is either working with or directing the Citadel Council having earned an honored spot after the Geth attack 2 years before. She is committed to working with the government that is dealing with the other races and refuses to work for Cerberus even though you could argue its in her blood and definitely in her upbringing. Honestly, I can’t fathom why people bring up this scene when trashing Ash, this is a moral stand from a woman accused of being a racist and the flip flop here even from people in the fandom I respect is baffling to me. In ME3 there are a whole plethora of scenes you could pick from but I want to talk about her reuniting with Tali. She immediately tells Tali to drop rank with her, observing they’ve been through enough together that the rank isn’t important. This is especially poignant to me if Tali herself is exiled after the events of ME2.

“Ashley is just a soldier, she doesn’t have any personality beyond that.” BULLSHIT she doesn’t. She’s struggled to find her place in the military due to the family stigma around her grandfather, so she hangs a ton of her personal identity on her family. She’s a supportive older sister, an adoring daughter, at least passingly religious if only because “there are no atheists in a foxhole.” She calls her sisters regularly, tells stories about growing up with them, mourns her late father and reads a ton of poetry, demonstrating a more critical appraisal of literature than Shepard, Vega, Joker, or even Kaidan (”its about not giving up?” is that the best you’ve got Shep? thats pathetic.) Whats more, she doesn’t just read one poet, she picked up some poems from both her “sappy” dad and more pragmatic mom. She’s also a great window to military families in ME, which you can’t really say for Kaidan or 2 out of 3 Shepard backstories. I think in a story about a war to end all wars it would be a disservice to not write about all the widowed men, women, an aliens who are living not quite far enough from the war.

“Why can’t she just trust Shepard? Why does she have to refuse to help in ME2 and then be so standoffish in ME3?” Honestly? If my lover had been declared KIA and then magically came back working under cover for a shady organization with a history of criminal crimes like murder and torture I TOO would have trust issues. I feel like we often gloss over just how horrible an organization Cerberus really is. Even ignoring the “they rebuilt you” angle which gets EVEN CREEPIER in the first Mars mission in ME3 I can’t imagine immediately flip flopping between Cerberus are war criminals to my best friend presumed dead is working for them to its alright now totally nothing out of the ordinary that compromised my opinion of their judgement took place.

So I just can’t see the Ashley Williams hate. I can see leaving her behind (no I can’t, no one ever dies in this series, how dare you tell me anyone dies?) on Virmire. But I just can’t fathom the hatred.

With all that said Kaidan is not boring, Ash is more than a racist soldier, and I love all the characters in the ME trilogy. Thank you. Good Night.

#Mass Effect #Tier List #Personal Rant #Sir that is my emotional support character #but honestly every mass effect character is my emotional support

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plaid-lover-bay25 · 7 years ago

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Disney and Jared pleeeease 😍 also congrats on 100 😘

Thank you sweetie! And how did I know you were going to choose this. lol. Well here you go @impalaimagining

Mickey or Minnie?

“Jared, we need to go. Now!” you yelled at the closed dooras you adjusted the magic bracelet on your wrist.

“Coming.” Yougroaned at his response. You had been ready for thirty minutes and you werecurrently waiting for your husband to finish getting ready.

“See, done. I’mready.” Jared grinned at you as he came out of the bathroom.

“No, you’re not.”With a smirk, you turned and started for the hotel room’s door.

“What do you mean? I’mready.” Jared’s eyes widened when he realized what he had forgotten. “Okay,where is it?”

“I have no idea whatyou’re talking about Padalecki.”

“Don’t pull thatwith me. You wanted me ready. I’m ready. Now, where’s my phone?” Jared tried toglare at you but couldn’t hold it.

“You’ll have to findit.” You giggled as he started to stalk towards you.

“Give it back,(Y/n).”

“No.” You turned andwere about to sprint away from him when he grabbed you around the waist andpulled you back towards him.

“Come on, I thoughtyou said we had to go.” He grinned against the skin of your neck and thenrubbed the scruff of his beard against it. You erupted in laughter and tried topull away.

“Torture!”

“Phone and I’llstop.” He released you as you gave out a puff of air.

“Fine. It’s in thediaper bag.” You grinned as Jared kissed your cheek and walked over to yourdaughter. She was currently sitting in her stroller playing whimsically withher stuffed toy.

“Hey, princess. Didmommy try to blame you for stealing daddy’s phone?” He reached down andreturned the stuffed moose to his daughter’s tiny hand.

“Hey, now. I did nosuch thing.” You came up behind him and gazed down at your daughter as well. “Allright, now we really do need to go. My parents and the boys are waitingdownstairs. Tom and Shep wanted Mickey pancakes.”

“Cute. Okay, I nowhave my phone. Ready.”

You maneuvered thestroller towards the door before turning back to Jared. “You need your magicband Jay.”

“Damn it.” He ranback to the room and quickly grabbed it. “Okay. Now for some Disney.”

Your little grouphad spent the first couple of hours wondering around the park. A young mannamed Chris had been your special guide as you made your way to rides andexhibits both Thomas and Shep wanted to go on. You traded off with Jared, yourMom, and Dad to make sure everyone got the chance to enjoy while also keepingan eye on your little one.

Jared had beenspotted a couple of times but none of the fans really wanted to bother him asthey saw that he was with his family. One fan however asked for a quick photoas she spotted Jared next to Mickey and Minnie. Your husband quickly agreed andChris offered to take the picture.

“All right, who am Istanding by, Mickey or Minnie?” Jared grinned down at the fan as shecontemplated the question.

“Uh, Minnie.” Jaredmoved over next to the female mouse as the fan stood next to him. He wrappedhis arm around her and gave the biggest grin to the camera. Just before Chrissnapped the picture Tom sidled over to Mickey and just gazed up at him. With aclick the picture was taken just as Tom had reached up to get Mickey’sattention. The fan laughed lightly as she saw the picture.

“We can take anotherif you want.” Jared offered but the young woman shook her head.

“No, I love it. It’sperfect. Thank you. I’ll let you get back to the park. Bye.” She quickly walkedback to her group before Jared went after her. He asked her something and shenodded enthusiastically. With that he moved back over to your group.

“What did you justdo?” You smiled at him as he came back and scooped up Tom and placed him on hisshoulders.

“I just asked thatshe tag me in the photo. I’d love to have it.”

“Ah. Well now it’stime for our photo. Tom, did you still want to go talk to Mickey?”

He nodded excitedlyas Jared let him down. You went to grab your daughter but Jared beat you to it.“Do you want to stand by Mickey or Minnie?”

“Minnie. I just loveher style.” Jared laughed as your group tried to get a good a photo.

When you were doneyou headed back towards the hotel to get the boys a nap. “I think this trip hasbeen perfect.” You quietly said to Jared as he came out of the boy’s room. “Thankyou,”

“Anytime, baby. Allthe time I can get with you three is perfect.” He said sweetly as he kissedyour cheek. “Best trip ever.”

#impalaimagining #100 follower milestone drabbles

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baguettelord · 7 years ago

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MER week :D

So yeap I’m actually being productive this time (albeit slowly) and contributing to a THING :O (I know its weird, right?) so I decided to do a bunch of little drabble thingies about one of my Sheps (thanks to @Cactuarkitty for the advice). Post-destroy seemed fitting, soooo yeah. Here’s the first one. For general context she was in a coma at the time and this is her dream. :o ~ Mercedes Shepard A/N I’m terrible at editing so there is probably some repetitive words in here and stupid typos or words missing etc. x_x

***WARNING*** this contains some pretty graphic violence (IMO) and also HINTS at sexual assault/rape/etc or torture/murder depending on how you read it.

Her hands were sweaty and hot, fingers poised on the threat of slipping from the rough grasp of her father’s calloused hand. He was pulling too hard, twisting her wrist on a painful angle, threatening to wrench her left arm right out of the joint.

Her breath was short, jagged and burning in her chest. Legs protested, stiff from sleep, as they ran through the edge of the cornfield, barely obscured from the view of the dirt road. The dry, dusty leaves tore at her already cut and bleeding face, slashing her bare arms, stinging wherever they sliced her.

“Faster”, her father grunted, his voice low, gravelly and laced with a subtext that struck terror into her heart.

In that moment, she turned her grime-smeared face skywards.

The sun was setting, casting the scattering of clouds in a halo of fire, and the atmosphere itself seemed to catch alight. Columns of smoke billowed high above the settlement and blew across the farmland, dusting everything with ash. The tiniest breeze carried only distant screams and gunfire to her ears, shattering any innocence that remained in a sixteen year old.

Mindoir was burning.

And suddenly she was wrenched to the ground, her father’s hand silencing her cry of pain, shielding her from whatever manner of vehicle roared by on the road.

The scream of protesting brakes, a hiss of pressurised air, and a small cloud of dust, kicked up as whatever it was ground to a halt. A pair of boots hit the ground, then another, then even more…a squadron?

Her father met her terrified eyes, bringing one short, shaking finger to his lips. She tried to swallow but her throat refused to comply as he slowly moved into a crouching position. She couldn’t see the road, couldn’t see past him, only his rough, dirty figure hunched over her like a bear guarding its den.

“You see something, Kaarek?” the voice was low, guttural, and overwhelmingly batarian.

“Not sure, boss”, another, presumably Kaarek, responded, a note of amusement in his voice. “Could make a game of it, if it is something, though…”

She stuffed her fist into her mouth to stifle the whimper that rose in her chest.

Her father was creeping away, parting the stalks ever so carefully, moving with all the silence of a trained predator. In that moment, all doubt of his heroic exploits in the Alliance left her mind. She followed him with her eyes, until all she saw was the occasional glimpse of his worn leather jacket through the yellowed leaves.

Barely within her sight, he suddenly broke into a run, tearing away towards the centre of the field and making as much noise as a rampaging krogan.

The batarians took immediate notice, roaring foreign battle cries and words that could only have been expletives. They charged into the field, trampling the spent crops and carving a path directly behind the old farmer.

A tiny voice in the back of her head told her that his limp meant the time he had bought for her would be very little. Another, louder voice, screamed that her father was about to die. Her chest expanded with a trapped scream and she bit down on her hand as hard as she could to fight it off.

For an eternal second, she struggled to grasp her reality, tears pouring down her filthy, bloodied face, searing into the scratches. She choked on a gasp, then drew a shaky breath, then a steadier one, then held it and forced herself to her feet, half-crouching like a wounded animal.

She crept towards the road, peering out at what appeared to be a stolen M35 Mako. This belonged to Ignatias Remunde, the man who owned most of the farms in the disctrict, including her family’s. The once brand new, glossy paint job was now scarred with black scorch marks and spatterings of what could only have been blood.

She took a moment to peer around the road, recalling the varren culling ‘missions’ she’d gone on with her father in the last year or so. She could hear the feral barking of the raiders hunting her father, the distant sounds of the settlement being ravaged, the screaming…but the road around the Mako seemed to be silent.

Parting the jagged stalks as quietly as possible, she slowly moved towards the abandoned vehicle, wincing as the leaves rustled ever so slightly. Pausing at the last row of corn, she did another quick scan of the area and, keeping as low as she could, ventured out of the sheltering field.

She had almost reached the aft of the Mako when she was alerted to the fact it wasn’t quite as abandoned as she’d assumed.

The distinct crunch of fine, dusty gravel under a heavy boot preceded the towering batarian that stepped out from behind the vehicle. His cold, black eyes radiated a combination of hate, evil and something that made her stomach churn. A jagged scar stretched across his throat, curling up to the corner of his mouth, which was twisted in a savage snarl and baring the most horrifying row of needle-sharp teeth she had ever seen.

Spluttering in terror, she scrambled backwards, skating on the loose gravel and falling gracelessly to the hard surface of the road. Growling something low and unintelligible, the batarian approached and she threw her arms over her head, cowering and twisting to cover her unprotected abdomen.

His gloved hand closed over her left arm roughly and she automatically struggled to loosen his grip. There was a muttered curse and he struck the side of her face hard, she sharp edge on the back of his armoured hand cutting deeply across her cheek, all the way to the bridge of her nose.

Momentarily stunned, she struggled to focus as bright spots popped into her vision. The offending hand grabbed her by the jaw, turning her head forcibly so that she could see his sickening smirk. In that moment, she had no doubt what was about to happen to her.

Suddenly, a shotgun blast rang out somewhere nearby, followed immediately by the triumphant hooting of the batarians. Her face went slack, eyes glassy and blank as her captor turned in the direction of the sound.

Then her brain ticked over.

Her father was dead. Her mother and sister were…lost. Her farm, settlement…her planet was on fire. Countless innocents were undoubtedly lying dead in the streets, and even more taken hostage, certain to be sold as slaves back on Khar’shan.

She felt…cold, like an insignificant, lifeless pebble buried under a millennia of ice. And at the same time, she was somehow a raging inferno, full of burning hate, her blood searing in her veins, heart about to explode.

Her right hand, almost of its own accord, balled into a fist, nails digging into her palm hard enough to draw blood. Her first omni-tool, a gift she’d received at her most recent birthday, loaded with the bootleg omni-blade she’d cobbled together in her spare time and still hadn’t tested.

But caution had evaporated entirely.

One young, feminine hand grabbed onto the gauntlet affixed to the arm that restrained her, teeth bared in a snarl that parted into a roar. Her fist came up as the omni-tool flickered into being, immediately forging the long, curved blade. Glowing brilliant amber, it radiated heat that burned into the back of her wrist and hand as it streaked towards the batarian.

Illegal for a reason, the entirely overpowered blade cut straight through his barrier and sunk into his armour as though it were made of tin foil. He struggled, gurgling something incoherent as it began to cook him like a jacket potato.

The tool spurted and sparked, sputtering into nothing and causing the now thoroughly dead batarian to slump heavily over her. His sizzling, semi-clotted blood oozed from the partially melted slash through his armour, smearing all over her shirt as she struggled out from under him.

Panting and trembling violently, she got unsteadily to her feet. The strong smell of charred batarian almost made her vomit and her wrist was already beginning to blister. She stood there for a second, confused by the amount of adrenaline in her system, heart pounding, ears roaring.

A yell from across the field jerked her back to reality and she staggered towards the Mako, fingers twitching from the pain in her burnt arm. She fumbled with the hatch, panicking as the interface refused to comply. The guttural shouting was getting closer and more insistent; clearly the batarians had hear her kill their comrade.

She slammed a fist down on the control panel in frustration, trying to blink back the darkness that loomed threateningly on the edge of her vision.

The horde of conflicting, terrifyingly deep voices were growing clearer and louder and she struggled to access the Mako’s system. Her heart raced as her fingers scrabbled to hack into the console.

The cornfield rustled, the growling words ceased, boots crunched on the dusty road. And then a voice, clear as day, human, and dripping with venom.

“You’ve failed”, it snarled.

She whirled, back pressing against the scarred Mako, feet spread into a defensive position through some sort of instinct she never knew she had.

And then she choked.

Kai Leng stood just feet away, arms spread wide with a cruel, mocking smirk on a face that had surely been handsome at some point. Behind him stood a small group of Cerberus Phantoms.

“No”, she whispered, horrified.

“That’s right”, he drawled slowly shuffling forwards, letting his boots scrape across the gravel with a sound like tearing paper. “You couldn’t kill me.”

“No”, she repeated, pressing back harder so that the armour plating jutted painfully into her spine.

“In fact”, he continued on triumphantly, one hand resting on the hilt of his weapon. “The only people you’ve ever been able to kill are innocent bystanders, your friends, your…family. Their blood is on your hands. The blood of a galaxy…”

Denial twisted through her brain as tears welled in her wide eyes. She shook her head forcibly, unable to accept his words.

“Face it”, he stopped, barely a meter from her, baring his teeth in a sadistic grin. “You’ve lost, Shepard.”

Recognition surged through her like electricity, even as the assassin impaled her on his gleaming silver katana. She coughed once, fingers weakly trying to grip the blade, slicing open and slipping against the metal in her own blood as she tried to pull it out.

The blackness swooped in to claim her, finally, mercifully…

#MERweek #fanfiction #mass effect #femshep #Mercedes Shepard #Mindoir #Kai Leng #Batarians #sorry for my terrible writing ;-;

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deans-baby-momma · 6 years ago

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The Padackles Link-Chapter 42

Over the next few weeks, deliveries kept coming in. We had ordered a crib, a changing table, a wardrobe to hang all of Jackson's clothes in, and a big area rug that looked like a pond complete with waterlilies and lily pads floating along the surface. Since Jensen was back in Vancouver on set, all I was allowed to do was direct the delivery men where to sit the boxes. The nursery was slowly becoming filled.

I had just answered a Facetime call from him as I walked into the room.

“Jay, I think we might have went overboard with buying stuff. If Jackson came tomorrow he wouldn't be able to fit in here,” I laughed as I turned the screen around and scanned the area. I heard his chuckle and turned the phone back to myself.

“Babe, once I get home and start putting it all together, it won't seem so cluttered, I promise,” he said as he winked at me. “You haven't lifted anything have you?”

“No. Well, I did pick up a couple of outfits and try to imagine a baby in them. They're so little! How am I going to take care of something that small? I'm going to lose him.” My voice was whiny by the time I finished.

“Drea, you aren't going to lose our son. Did you lose JJ when we left her in your care?”

“No but-” I pouted and he cut me off.

“See. You got this!” he smiled through the camera. “So how have you been feeling? Any nausea or cramps?”

“Nope,” I said, popping the p. “Feeling pretty good. Missing you though,” I jutted my bottom lip and frowned at him. I looked closely at him and laughed. “Baby is it cold up there?” I had just noticed he was bundled up in a big winter coat that was zipped up to his chin.

“Hell yes! It's like 38° here. I tell ya, you'd think after 10 years I'd be used to frigid Canadian winters but this boy has Texas in his veins. I need sunshine and heat and warmth,” he chuckled. “Jared isn't faring much better either. He keeps hogging the heaters! The big baby.”

By the time the call ended, Jensen was grumbling about mean, mean women.I had teased him about lounging in the shade by the pool and enjoying the humid weather in Texas. He had been called back to set and ultimately ending my ‘torture’ as he called it.

Gen showed up with Tom and Shep in tow to help with my surprise for Jensen when he came home. We were going to paint the nursery. Well, she was. I just had to keep the younger Padalecki's occupied while she worked. We had chosen a light aqua green for the wainscoting and a soft tan for the upper walls. The trim would be white to coordinate with the color of the furniture.

“Daya, when Jackson gets here can we play wif ‘im?” Tom asks me while we are coloring at the dining room table.

“You'll have to be easy with him,” I explain. “Just like when Sheppy was born. He's going to be little and probably sleep a lot.”

“And poop,” Tom says with a disgusted look on his little face. “Sheppy pooped all ‘e time. It was yucky.” I couldn't help but laugh and ruffle his brown hair.

“You're right. Jackson will poop a lot. But he's just a baby so we'll still love him right?”

“Yea, of tourse.”

“And he'll love you too. You'll be best friends, I'm sure.”

“Daya, can I have more than one best fwien’?” Tom asks, seriously. “Acause JJ is my bestest fwien’.”

“Of course you can buddy,” I tell him wrapping my arm around him. “JJ and her brother can both be your best friends.” I say without thinking.

“But JJ don't have a bwover,” Tom states.

“Oh, um. Well-” I begin, trying to figure out to get out of this conversation. Thankfully Gen comes in and saves the day.

“Sweetie, Jackson is JJ's brother,” she says as she wipes paint off her hands. “Remember Christian at daycare, he had a sister with a different dad but same mom.” At Tom's nod, his mother continues. “Well that's how it is with JJ and Jackson. Uncle Jensen is JJ's dad and Jackson's dad.”

Tom cocks his head to the side and looks at me and then to my belly then to his mom. “How Unca Jensen put a baby in there?”

I gasp in shock and look at Gen who is holding back her laughter.

“I'm not touching that!” I say.

“Don't worry, I got this,” she says and sits back on the sofa. She pulls Tom up on her lap and looks at him. “Remember when we told you about you were going to be a big brother?” Tom nods and she continues. “What did we tell you?”

“When two people are in love, sometimes a baby is made out of that love.”

“Right. So Unca Jensen and Drea love each other. And so they made a baby.”

“Ochay,” Tom says and scurries off his mother's lap and goes back to coloring.

Gen stands up and I follow her into the kitchen. “Geez! He came out of nowhere with that,” I say as I grab a couple of waters from the fridge. I hand one to Gen and sit down at the table. “I was speechless. Thank you.”

“It's fine,” she laughs. “I had to field those questions when we told him about Shep. And then when he found out that all kids didn't always have the same mom or dad.”

To say I had been overwhelmed by Tom's question was an understatement. But it got me to thinking. How would people treat Jackson? Would they treat him differently because he had a different mother than Jensen’s daughter? When they got older, would there be exposed to questions and comments about their father’s infidelity? The more I thought about it the more panicked I was becoming. Gen was quick to notice and ask if I was okay.

“No?” I squeaked.

“Drea, honey. What’s wrong? Is it the baby? Is Jackson trying to come early?”

I shook my head as my eyes filled with tears. “I just realized how much my son is going to have to deal with as he gets older. His dad is a freaking television star with thousands of fans. And he was married when Jackson was conceived. How am I going to ever explain it to him?”

Drea, calm down. Ok, yes.. Our kids have to deal with a lot that other kids don’t but we just limit their exposure is all. And yea he was married but he wasn’t happy. And they had already split before you got pregnant. Anyways, what you’re worrying about is years down the road. Stop stressing before you do actually make him arrive early,” she told me sternly.

Although I heard and understood what she was saying, it didn’t really help my apprehension. And I also knew she was right, I needed to calm myself down before I ended up hurting Jackson or going into an early labor.

“Are you finished with the room already?” I ask, trying to get my mind on something else, something encouraging.

“The first coat on the top and the second on the bottom. It’s going on really smooth. I think you’ll like it,” she told me with a smile.

“I can’t wait to see it,” I told her, giddy. “I can’t believe in a little over a month there is going to be a baby here. My baby.”

“It is crazy. Seems like we just found out,” Gen says reaching over and rubbing my belly. I didn’t care for many people to touch me intimately, mostly just Jensen but Gen was the exception. She has been there since the beginning. In fact, if it hadn’t been for her Jensen and I would probably not be together.

“Hey Gen,” I said, a thought coming to my mind. “How would you feel about being a godparent?”

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