Your heartbeat of solid gold.

"Where do you want the bed Miss Duchannes?" One of the movers asked as he walked up to where I was standing, furniture everywhere and quickly filling up our new house.

I smiled, "In the bedroom, up against the far wall."

"It's a big bed for such a tiny thing like you," He ran his hand down my arm and I smirked as I noticed Dean who grabbed the guys arm and twisted it behind his back. 

"She shares it with me," He said darkly.

"Woah, dude I'm sorry!" The guy was big, about as tall as my boyfriend but we both knew he had the upper hand.

"Touch her again and see what happens," He said before letting him run off to the bathroom.

"Don't you think you're over reacting a little?" I smirked as I set a lamp on a side table. 

"Do I have any money left at all?" 

I laughed, "Yes baby, I'm a very frugal shopper." I winked and then leaned in to kiss him, "It's kind of hot when you get all possessive like that...."

"How many times a day does that kind of thing happen to you anyways?" He growled, not liking the idea of any man putting his hands on me. I couldn't really blame him either because the thought of another girl touching him? It made me feel pretty fucking crazy. 

"Only a couple times a day," I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly. "More than a few if my makeup is on point."

He stared at me with that dark gaze before groaning, "I hope you're joking."

"I am," I grinned wide and wrapped both of my arms around his waist. "But this jealous look is pretty hot...."

"Possessive, not jealous," He replied and pulled me closer, his body so hard against mine. The man barely had time for the gym anymore and he still looked like a god. 

"Oh, oops," I kept grinning as I tilted my head up to kiss his lips, feeling his body relax against me. "Do you like the furniture?"

He kept his face serious as he looked down at me, "I want to fuck you on the couch, bend you over the desk, set you on top of the nightstand, if that's what you're asking."

"It wasn't, but I take it as you approve and that makes me happy," I said slowly as a smile played on my lips. 

"Making you happy makes me happy," He kissed me softly and I smiled up at him, wondering how someone could be so damn perfect. Because he really was.  

"Are you hungry?" I asked, adding some throw pillows to the couch.

"Are you cooking?" He smirked, never able to turn down anything I made.

"I'm sure I can russle up something, or we could go out." 

He shrugged, "Whatever you want beautiful." He grabbed my hips and pulled me down into his lap as he sat down on the new couch, "Damn this is comfy."

"This isn't dinner," I smirked and he leaned in to kiss my collarbone.

"I could just have you instead." 

"How about we eat dinner and then you can have me for dessert," I bit my lip and he shot me a lust filled grin.

"Bent over the desk?" 

I rocked against him and nodded, "Anything you want...."

"Stop dry humping me in front of the movers," He growled, grabbing my hips to steady them and glaring at one of the guys who'd stop to stare at us. 

I grinned and set my hand on his chin to tilt his gaze back to meet mine, "I love you."

"I love you too," He said seriously while I grinned wider.

"Then stop glaring at those poor men and let them finish their job," I told him and then pressed a kiss against his lips. "When they leave I'm going to enforce a strict no clothing rule," I whispered just loud enough for him to hear.

He groaned as I ground back down on his lap, "That'll last a good, what? Five days before your sister gets here?"

I laughed and shook my head, "She won't be here for another two weeks. That is a lot of nudity and there should be a smile on your handsome face right now."

His hands moved down to my ass and he gave me a gentle spank, "How are you even real?"

"How did we waste so much time hating each other??" I retorted, wondering how we could have ever been so crazy. 

"To be fair. I never hated you. I thought you were a stuck up bitch." 

I laughed at his honesty, "Oh yeah, that's so much better." I shook my head, thinking back to that night and how awful our first date was.

"You were the one who hated me."

"You kissed another girl in front of me!!!" I exclaimed.

"Oh please, she kissed me."

"You took me to a frat party for our first date." 

"I still would have gone to bed with you that first night if you'd offered though," He smirked.

"Such a man," I smirked back, not doubting his words even a little.

"So really it's all your fault," He pointed out and I hit him playfully.

"Take that back," I narrowed my eyes.

"You're hot when you get bossy," He grinned.

"Are we going to dinner or not?" 

He nodded and picked me up, setting me back on my feet and leaning in to kiss my forehead, "Let's go. I want a steak before I have my favorite dessert." 

"If you keep giving me that look? We won't make it very far," I said seriously, his grin looking all sorts of devious. He was so sexy. 

He faked a shocked expression, "What look? I'm innocent here."

"Innocent isn't a word I'd use to describe you," I grinned back and linked my hand with his. "Are you sure you don't want to stay in? I can make something."

He sighed and shook his head, "If we stay here, I can't promise I'll keep the innocent act up and there's a room full of men who keep leering at you. It might not end well."

I rolled my eyes but kept my grin in place, "You're such a man. They weren't even looking at me."

 He pulled my closer and I moved my arm to wrap it around his waist as we walked towards the front door, "You have no idea the effect you have on men."

"Just like you don't know the effect you have on women," I said with a lifted eyebrow. 

He laughed and shook his head, "Are you still mad about the girl who gave me her number the other night?"

"I was practically sitting on your lap!! She's lucky I didn't punch her in the face," I said seriously, knowing how lucky I was to have not only such a good looking boyfriend, but one that I could trust with my life too. Still, it didn't make me want to hit a bitch any less for making a pass at said boyfriend.

"Maybe she wanted you too," He smirked and my eyes widened.

"What?!"

He shrugged, "I was clearly with you, it's not out of the realm of possibility that she was interested in both of us." 

My mouth dropped open then shut again, processing his words while he looked like he was struggling not to laugh. "Is that something that happens a lot to you?!" I voiced finally.

"Oh all the time," He said, his voice barely sounding casual as he kept a straight face.

"....so you're saying you used to have threesomes."

"Or foursomes," He smirked and my eyes widened further.

"Seriously!?" 

He laughed and shook his head, "No!! What kind of guy do you think I am anyways?!" 

I hit him and shook my head, "Well it's not out of the question, I'm sure plenty of slutty girls want to have threesomes with you." 

He grinned wider, "Are you one of those slutty girls?"

I shoved him away as he tried pulling me closer, "Are you saying you want to share me?!" 

"I wouldn't mind being the filling in a Jac sandwich....think you could figure out how to clone yourself?" 

I laughed and rolled my eyes, "You wish."

"What do you want to eat?" He asked, still laughing as he grabbed my hand and brought it to his mouth for a quick kiss.

"Something I can't make myself," I replied quickly.

"......there are things you can't make yourself?" 

"I'm a baker Dean, not a miracle worker."

"I don't know about that." 

I grinned slowly and let him lead the way down the street. I'd been living in Texas for  years now, but he grew up here and knew it far better than I did. Still, living so close to downtown? It was going to have it's perks. "Did I work miracles on you?" I asked eventually and felt my grin grown wider. 

"When don't you?" He joked back and I laughed. Shrugging his shoulders he added, "I quit my job and moved back to Texas for you."

I smiled at his words because of the truth to them. I was beyond lucky to have him in my life and I thanked the angels for him every day. "I'm still forever in your debt, aren't I?" I winked at him and he laughed along with me, the sound like music to my ears.

"Yes," He said simply. 

"Dinner is on me," I nudged his side.

His eyebrows shot up, "Literally?"

I laughed again and rolled my eyes, "You make everything sound so sexual."

"That was you!!" He replied and pulled my body closer so he could wrap his arm around my waist.

"Oops," I grinned up at him. "Do you have a place in mind or are we just walking around aimlessly? Not that I'm complaining, because I love spending time with you... Just curious." 

"How do you feel about Italian?" He asked, nodding over to a popular local restaurant.

"Yum," I grinned and tilted up to kiss him and he groaned against my lips, turning me on like crazy. "Dean..." I moaned as he drug me closer and deepened the kiss, well aware that making out on the street was a little inappropriate but really? I wasn't complaining. 

"Sorry," He whispered back as he pulled away and enjoyed the glossy look in my eyes.

"I'm not," I bit my lip and he groaned again.

"Stop looking at me like that woman," He growled under his breath and I laughed.

"Your mom called while you were out. She wants to have dinner."

"Sounds good," He nodded.

"I told her we could have it at our place. She wants to meet my sister too."

He smiled at me and looked genuinely happy, "She's just glad to have some women in her life for once." He laughed, "You two will be like the daughters she never had."

"Sounds good to me," I agreed, smiling politely at the hostess who sat us right away.

"You're perfect you know that?"

"If my love for you makes me perfect, then I think I can live with that," I said with a silly sigh before smiling again. I still felt like we had so much to do; set up our new house and prepare for my sister who would be coming soon, baby proof the house... but I was beyond happy. 

He laughed and shook his head, "You should get drunk so I can take advantage of you tonight."

I lifted an eyebrow at my boyfriend, "I don't need to be drunk in order for you to take advantage of me. I'm yours. Do as you please."

He laughed even harder at that but grinned, "Perfect. Just perfect."

I bit into my lip, "Are we talking about your abs?"

"Are you drunk already?" He asked with a straight face. 

I chuckled and shook my head, "No, just obsessed."

"Obsessed with my abs?"

"It's the more PG parts of your body I enjoy," I grinned sweetly at him, though my mind was clearly full of dirty thoughts as our waiter took our orders. 

"So when does your sister get in?" He asked, turning the focus away from either of our body parts.

"Two weeks. She has her last appointment with her doctor there and he set her up with a new obstetrician when she gets here."

"We're going to have a baby in the house." 

I nodded, it still sounding like I was living someone elses life. "My baby sister is a mom," I added, in the same awed tone he'd used. "I've kind of been too busy to really think about it."

"Yeah...." He trailed off, remembering the day we'd found out she was pregnant. I still wasn't sure if any of us were ready but Alyssa? She was so young. She'd have to grow up really fast.

"I think she can do it though. People underestimate her."

"Of course she can. She's strong like you." 

I wrinkled my nose, "I was never a teen mom....nothing that challenging has ever happened to me." 

"Seriously? You grew up with a father on tour and a sister who both wanted to emulate you and rebel against you, you had a boyfriend who was an asshole and left you with a failing business and you still managed to get back on your feet, take care of your family the best you could and meet a new asshole who left you to go to Canada of all places! And you still have to be with that jerk," He added, winking at me.

I laughed before setting my elbows on the table and leaning my chin against my hand, "I don't know what I'd do without you. Really. Thank you so much for everything."

His lips quirked into a smile and he leaned over to press a quick kiss against my lips, knowing how much stress I was currently under. The house had been one huge project and took my mind off of life and everything that was happening around us. My sister was my life, practically my own child, I wanted so much more for her than this. She deserved a man who cared about her... not a stupid just out of high school boy who was going off to some party school in Florida. I swear I wanted to kill the kid with my own two hands. "Everything is going to be fine," Dean said reassuringly and I forced a smile, nodding my head. 

"I'm surprised she beat us to getting knocked up," I said seriously, then laughing because it was still so surreal. Maybe I was losing my mind. 

"Well if you want, we can go home after this and have unprotected sex all night..." He trailed off with a shrug. "We wouldn't be too far behind her."

I laughed and grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze, "Do you really honestly think we could handle two babies under one roof? Three if you count my sister?"

"I always wanted a big family," He admitted with a shrug.

"Really?" I smiled and he reached out to push my hair back as he nodded.

"I love having a brother, but I'd always wished I'd had more, maybe a sister or two." 

I grinned, "So how many kids do you want?"

"As many as you want."

"No one would think that just looking at you," I said softly. "Hell I thought you were a commitmentphobic over grown frat boy for a pretty long time."

"I don't know why I got the player rep," He shook his head. "I was always looking for more than a hook up. But I think I always knew when I fell I'd fall hard and fast."

"It wasn't that fast," I grinned.

"It was that hard though," He replied, trying to keep himself from laughing at the innuendo.

"I want a family too," I said seriously, wanting that with Dean. Hell, I wanted it all when it came to him. 

"Well it's settled then, we're going to have sex all night long. I've heard the more positions? The more likely it is to get knocked up," He wiggled his eyebrows at me. 

I laughed, "I've already taken my pill today, and I have a lot to get done this year so maybe we hold off on the baby making for just a little." He fake pouted at me and I grinned, "We can still do all of the positions. Practice makes perfect after all."

"Mmm...good answer."