Epilogue

Driving away from the palatial home Dean had bought for them; Megan looked back at it, her greedy gaze taking in every detail until they drove out of sight. She still couldn't believe that incredible house was going to be her home. She'd started this day like all the others for the last two weeks, devastated by the loss of her relationship with Dean, as well as his love for her and Kyle, his entertaining personality, the nonstop laughter. She'd missed everything about him. And when she'd seen another woman wrapped around him, enthusiastically kissing him, and Dean appearing to return her kisses, what'd been left of her heart had been shattered.

Despondent, she'd left work that afternoon and gone home to face the rest of her life without the only man she'd ever loved. And then he'd come flying into the driveway, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake, desperate to make things right with her. Now they were engaged, and the past two week so hell faded into the past, replaced by the kind of bone-deep happiness Megan had never known.

Dean Ambrose is going to be my husband. He's going to adopt Kyle and raise him as his own. Someone please pinch me. This cannot be happening.

Dean reached across Kyle's car seat for her hand. "What are you thinking about over there?"

Megan linked their fingers, and the feeling of right-ness, of being exactly where she belonged, overwhelmed her. "I can't believe everything that just happened. "We're engaged. You're going to adopt Kyle. We're going to live in that amazing house. I'm pregnant. It can't all be true, can it?"

Smiling, he glanced over at her and then her words seemed to hit him. He carefully pulled over to the side of the road and put the truck in park. "What did you just say?"

"That we're engaged. You're going to adopt Kyle. We're going to live in that amazing house…"

"…And?"

"That I'm pregnant." Megan said with a timid look on her face.

She carefully studied the look on Dean's face to judge his reaction. When nothing happened, she started to get worried. Just then, his face broke into the biggest smile she had ever seen come from him.

"Y-y-you're pregnant?"

"Yes, Dean. I'm pregnant."

Dean eyes widened with the shock of the news, and he immediately dropped his gaze to her stomach. Cautiously, he reached out a hand to touch. "There is actually a baby—our baby—growing in there?"

Megan couldn't help but chuckle. "Yes, Dean. Our baby is growing in there."

"I can't believe it. Everything is finally coming together. We are going to be a family."

"We are. Kyle is going to have a baby brother or sister."

They both looked at the child, who was dozing off in his seat.

"It's happening, baby, and nothing has ever made me happier than you saying all of those words to me." He returned his attention back to putting the truck in drive and on the road. He reached over and wrapped his hand tightly around hers the rest of the way back to her place.

Dean pulled into the driveway and parked in his usual spot, right where he belonged. "Let me get him," he said when she would've carried Kyle and his care seat inside. He was always so attentive to her son, and Kyle adored him.

Megan went around the truck to help him with the car seat and nearly ran smack into her sister, who appeared out of the darkness.

"What's going on, Megan?" Paige asked.

"Well, it appears I've gotten myself engaged."

"To him?!"

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Dean's amused expression. "Yes, Paige, to him."

"But he broke your heat! You've been crying over him for weeks."

"We've worked things out, and I hope you'll find a way to be happy for me and for Kyle. Dean is going to adopt him."

"I'm going to take very good care of your sister and nephew, Paige," Dean said. "You can count on that."

"This is what you want, Megan?" Paige asked.

"It is what I want. He's what I want."

After a long pause, Paige stepped forward and hugged her sister. "I just want you to be happy."

"I'm so happy," Megan whispered. "It's all good. I promise."

"You'd better be good to my sister or you'll answer to me, Dean. I mean it."

"I know you do, and you have nothing to worry about. I promise."

"We need to get Kyle in bed," Megan said to her sister. "He's super sleepy. We'll see you in the morning?"

Paige nodded and turned to go back to her house, her shoulders curving in, and a sign of her sister's deep discontent. Megan hoped that one day; Paige would know the kind of happiness Megan was feeling at this moment.

"Whew," Dean whispered. "I feel like I just passed an important test."

"You did. She loves me and wants the best for me."

"She and I have that in common."

They went up the stairs and into the apartment that wouldn't be their home for too much longer.

"Would it be okay if I gave him his bath?" Dean asked. "I've missed that so much."

"Of course." She'd been too despondent to bother with Kyle's bath earlier, intending to take care of it in the morning. Now she wouldn't have to.

Dean hooked his free arm around her neck and kissed her, lingering despite the squirming toddler he held in his other arm. "While you're waiting for me, change into something sexy. We've got a lot of time to make up for."

Megan's body heated from the inside at the promise of pleasure she heard in his words. She couldn't wait to be alone with him.

Dean sat by the tub and watched over Kyle as he splashed and played with his toys, making a huge mess of the bathroom and soaking Dean's t-shirt. As far as Dean was concerned, there was nothing the baby could do that wouldn't be fine with him. He was so damned glad to be back with them, overseeing bath time the way he used to, and looking forward to spending the night wrapped up in Megan. His cell phone rang, and he took the call from his mother.

"Dean, thank goodness you answered! We're going crazy wondering if you found Megan and—"

"Relax, Mom," he said, chuckling. "It's all good. I found her, I explained about Renee and I asked Megan to marry me. She said yes!"

She shriek from the other end of the phone had him holding it away from his ear. "They're engaged!" Linda said, presumably to Vinnie Mac. "Oh, Dean, I'm so happy for both of you. I've hated how sad you've been the last few weeks. I never want to see you that way again."

"As long as I have Megan, Kyle and the new baby," he said, tapping one of the toy boats so it bounced off the baby's foot, making him giggle. "I've got what I need."

"Wait…what?!"

"Megan is pregnant, Mom. We are going to have a baby."

Again, the shriek from the other end of the phone had him holding it away from his ear for a longer period of time. Dean couldn't help but laugh at her reactions.

"Oh my Gosh! I'm going to be a grandmother!" Linda hollered. Dean could also hear Vinnie Mac hollering in excitement in the background.

"Surprise!" Dean said.

"I won't keep you, honey. Congratulations on everything!"

"Thank you. In case you were wondering, I won't be home tonight."

"I figured as much," Linda said, laughing. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Bye, Mom."

Megan appeared in the doorway, wearing the silk nightgown that made his mouth go dry when he looked at her. "So, I take it that you broke the news to your parents?"

"Uh-huh," he said, staring.

"Were they happy?"

"They were thrilled, with both aspects."

"Your mom offered me a new job today as the director of housekeeping."

Dean forced himself to look up at her eyes, which were shining with amusement at the greedy way he'd looked at the rest of her. "That's great, honey. You deserve the recognition after all of your hard work. Are you going to take the job?"

"I haven't decided yet. Let's get Kyle out of there before he turns into a raisin."

Dean took the baby-sized frog towel from her and wrapped Kyle up in it. Staring down at his adorable little face, tears burned Dean's eyes. He was so damned grateful to have him back in his arms, especially knowing he'd have another little bundle of joy in nine short months.

Taking Kyle into the apartment's only bedroom, Dean laid the baby on the changing table and expertly diapered and dressed him, marveling at the things that now came so naturally to him. He'd never changed a diaper in his life until he met them.

He picked Kyle up and snuggled him into his chest, the baby nuzzling into the crook between Dean's neck and shoulder the way he always did. Though he was desperate to be with Megan, Dean wasn't ready to put him down yet, so he rubbed his back and held him close until the baby's body went slack with sleep. Only then did Dean tuck him into his crib and pull a light blanket over him. "I love you so much, buddy, and I always will," he whispered.

He was still staring down at the sleeping baby when Megan came into the room and slid her arms around his waist.

"He missed you as much as I did," Megan whispered. "He's been miserable without you."

"He'll never spend another day without me."

Megan took his hand and gave it a gentle tug, encouraging him to leave Kyle to sleep. Dean ran a hand over the baby's silky hair and adjusted the blanket one more time before he let her lead him from the room. While he'd been busy with the baby, she'd lit some candles and pulled out the sofa bed for them.

"I wish I had something better than that crappy bed for us tonight," she said wistfully.

"All I need tonight is you and Kyle sleeping in the next room. I don't care where we are or what we do as long as we're together."

"You don't care what we do?" she asked, arching a brow. "Hmm, as I seem to recall, you rather liked what we did, but if you don't care—"

Grinning like a damn fool at the return of the playful, funny Megan he loved so much, he kissed the rest of that sentence right off her lips. "I care," he said, running his hands over her silk-covered curves. "I care desperately." He couldn't take his eyes off the abundant breasts that were the bane of her existence and the thing of fantasy for him.

"Don't look at them," she said, crossing her arms.

Dean took her hands, and lowered her arms and kissed her. "I love to look at every part of you, because every inch of you is beautiful to me."

She worked her hands free and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her mouth opened to his tongue, and like gas thrown on a fire, the desire simmering between them for the last few hours exploded. They came down on the flimsy bed, arms and legs entangled, lips devouring, tongues plunging, both equally desperate to be reunited in every way possible.

Dean tried to slow himself down, to savor, to appreciate every sigh and moan, but it was too late for slow as they tore at clothes while never missing a beat in the most erotic kiss of his life.

"Hold on, baby. This is gonna go fast." He thrust into her, gasping from the sweet relief, the tight squeeze, the heat, and the overwhelming sense of rightness. "Megan," he whispered against her lips. "I never would've survived without you and Kyle. You can't ever leave me again. Promise me."

Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she made him her prisoner, which was totally fine with him. "I promise. I was so lonely for you."

"You'll never be lonely for me again. I'll drive you so crazy, you'll wish I'd go away and leave you alone."

"Never."

Fully seated in her, Dean raised himself up on his arms so he could look down at her face, which was rosy with the heat they generated together. Her beautiful brown hair was spread out on the blanket, her lips swollen and her eyes filled with love for him. She was a miracle come to life, and her love made his life complete.

"You and me, Megan," he said, his lips brushing against hers as he began to move in her again. "We're going to be epic together. Are you ready for that?"

"I'm ready, Dean. I'm ready for everything with you."

"That's all I need to hear to be happy for the rest of my life."

The End