Schmoopy fic because it's my muse's (headcanon) birthday.
Title: Ice Cream & Apple Pie
Characters: Dean Winchester & Claire Bennet
Fandoms: Supernatural & Heroes
Summary: Pregnant!Claire fluff.
Disclaimer: I don't own these lovely characters. Please don't sue me. Schmoop warning. ♥
"Claire? You still awake, sweetheart?" Dean's voice carried easily through the small apartment. Claire, in the larger of the two bedrooms, was indeed still awake, and she perked up at the sound of the door opening. "Yep," she called back, "you get my ice cream?" She heard a grumble in reply.
"Yeah, I got your damn ice cream," he said as he came in the bedroom. He set the container down on the bedside table and pulled off his jacket. "Lucky the grocery store is open 24 hours. There's your Chunky Monkey. How you feeling? Baby okay?" Despite the grumbling, he managed a smile at her, leaning down to kiss the top of her head before pulling off his boots and jeans.
Claire was already digging into her ice cream with a plastic spoon - one that Dean had thoughtfully swiped from the store. "I knew it was open, that's why I asked you to go," she chirped between bites. Dean shook his head, settling into bed beside her. Claire was less than discrete in her ogling. Eight months pregnant, her hormones were going off the charts, but her ability was working double time to keep both her and the baby healthy, so she was often too tired to do much.
She kept their apartment in order while Dean took light jobs, always less than a day's drive away. He refused to miss his son being born. He laid his hand over her belly and kissed the side of her head, nosing into her hair. Even while eating, Claire couldn't help but lean into the contact. "Anything for my angel," he murmured. Her eyes slid shut, between Dean and the ice cream, she was in absolute bliss. "You spoil me," she said with a grin, licking her spoon clean. Dean rubbed her tummy and kept close, unable to keep himself from grinning when Hank kicked beneath his hand.
"That's my boy," he said proudly, "knows his daddy already." Shifting, he pressed a kiss to Claire's stomach, and Hank seemed to settle, much to Claire's relief. "Still wrappin' my head around us bein' a real family," he added thoughtfully.
"Me too," Claire admitted. While she'd warmed up to the idea easily enough, sometimes she was still convinced she was dreaming it all. But even in her wildest dreams, she couldn't have imagined something this perfect. The words 'apple pie life' sprang to her mind, and she couldn't help but wonder where she'd heard them. It had to have come from Dean, it was pie. The more she thought about it, she was more convinced he'd said it before. Was that what they had now? It sure seemed like it. Everything was, well, sweet.
She got about a quarter of the way into her ice cream when she decided she'd had enough, and got up to put it in the freezer. Dean wanted to get it for her, but she waved him off. "It's alright, babe. I wanna clean up while I'm up, anyway." Waddling out of the bedroom, she put the ice cream in the freezer, then washed her hands and brushed her teeth. A few minutes later, she returned to find Dean already sleeping.
Claire crawled back into bed beside him, laying on her back. Within moments, he turned to face her, his hand automatically going to her abdomen. It was how he'd slept most nice since the pregnancy started to show, both showing his affection for their unborn son, and being a protective daddy and boyfriend. She hated sleeping on her back, but Dean being there, it helped. Her head tilted sideways, leaning against his chest, and she joined him in sleep a few moments later.
They knew they both had to enjoy these nights while they lasted, because once Hank was born, they'd both be losing a lot of sleep for a while. Neither would admit it, but they both thought it was worth it.
Characters: Dean Winchester & Claire Bennet
Fandoms: Supernatural & Heroes
Summary: Pregnant!Claire fluff.
Disclaimer: I don't own these lovely characters. Please don't sue me. Schmoop warning. ♥
"Claire? You still awake, sweetheart?" Dean's voice carried easily through the small apartment. Claire, in the larger of the two bedrooms, was indeed still awake, and she perked up at the sound of the door opening. "Yep," she called back, "you get my ice cream?" She heard a grumble in reply.
"Yeah, I got your damn ice cream," he said as he came in the bedroom. He set the container down on the bedside table and pulled off his jacket. "Lucky the grocery store is open 24 hours. There's your Chunky Monkey. How you feeling? Baby okay?" Despite the grumbling, he managed a smile at her, leaning down to kiss the top of her head before pulling off his boots and jeans.
Claire was already digging into her ice cream with a plastic spoon - one that Dean had thoughtfully swiped from the store. "I knew it was open, that's why I asked you to go," she chirped between bites. Dean shook his head, settling into bed beside her. Claire was less than discrete in her ogling. Eight months pregnant, her hormones were going off the charts, but her ability was working double time to keep both her and the baby healthy, so she was often too tired to do much.
She kept their apartment in order while Dean took light jobs, always less than a day's drive away. He refused to miss his son being born. He laid his hand over her belly and kissed the side of her head, nosing into her hair. Even while eating, Claire couldn't help but lean into the contact. "Anything for my angel," he murmured. Her eyes slid shut, between Dean and the ice cream, she was in absolute bliss. "You spoil me," she said with a grin, licking her spoon clean. Dean rubbed her tummy and kept close, unable to keep himself from grinning when Hank kicked beneath his hand.
"That's my boy," he said proudly, "knows his daddy already." Shifting, he pressed a kiss to Claire's stomach, and Hank seemed to settle, much to Claire's relief. "Still wrappin' my head around us bein' a real family," he added thoughtfully.
"Me too," Claire admitted. While she'd warmed up to the idea easily enough, sometimes she was still convinced she was dreaming it all. But even in her wildest dreams, she couldn't have imagined something this perfect. The words 'apple pie life' sprang to her mind, and she couldn't help but wonder where she'd heard them. It had to have come from Dean, it was pie. The more she thought about it, she was more convinced he'd said it before. Was that what they had now? It sure seemed like it. Everything was, well, sweet.
She got about a quarter of the way into her ice cream when she decided she'd had enough, and got up to put it in the freezer. Dean wanted to get it for her, but she waved him off. "It's alright, babe. I wanna clean up while I'm up, anyway." Waddling out of the bedroom, she put the ice cream in the freezer, then washed her hands and brushed her teeth. A few minutes later, she returned to find Dean already sleeping.
Claire crawled back into bed beside him, laying on her back. Within moments, he turned to face her, his hand automatically going to her abdomen. It was how he'd slept most nice since the pregnancy started to show, both showing his affection for their unborn son, and being a protective daddy and boyfriend. She hated sleeping on her back, but Dean being there, it helped. Her head tilted sideways, leaning against his chest, and she joined him in sleep a few moments later.
They knew they both had to enjoy these nights while they lasted, because once Hank was born, they'd both be losing a lot of sleep for a while. Neither would admit it, but they both thought it was worth it.