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Paying his debts (Sweetnothings & Russian Vodka)

"I'm here." Dean said when she woke up and asked for him, taking her hand. He smiled, hearing her next question as he nodded. "There's some scarring right now, but in a week it should look like the operation never happened." He told her, squeezing her hand. "But it went perfectly, you'll be happy when you get to see them." He told her, leaning in to kiss her softly. "You just have to rest for a bit, then the doctor will come and sign you out so we can go home." He told her.

The doctor came after fifteen minutes, when she'd woken up, nodding. "It went perfect. I'm discharging you now, so you can change and go home." He told her. "Ohh, and you won't fit your old shirt, so we've left you a new one." He told her with a smile, her shirt having been exchanged with a white hospital shirt that looked standard, though with a larger bust so it'd fit her new chest size.
 
Eliza smiled at him. She rubbed her eyes tiredly with a small yawn. They already felt heavy. Maybe a little heavier than she thought. "Great. Are you happy?" She asked. She wanted to ask what he asked the doctor during the operation. A smile pulled on her lips. "I bet I'll end up liking them." She giggled. She cupped his cheek and deepened the kiss. She thought about being huge with his child and having large breasts to go with it. "Good. I can't wait to go home." She sighed, resting her head against the pillow.

She looked at the handsome doctor felt her cheeks flushing a little. She sat up enough where she wasn't feeling any pain. She shifted to listen to him better. She wasn't surprised when he told her her shirt wouldn't fit her anymore. She knew they would have a shirt for her. She watched a nurse come in with a hospital shirt and her jeans. She took them and watched the doctor and nurse leave to let her change.
 
Dean enjoyed the kiss with her as he nodded afterwards. "I am happy." He told her. Listening to the doctor before he let go of her hand to let her get changed once the doctor and nurse had left. He let her get changed before he moved in to kiss her, his hand on her waist. "Soon you'll be huge, with our child and your new breasts, but you'll be a perfect mom." He told her, taking her hand to walk out with her, spending time to let her get used to the new weight in front of her.

But eventually they got out, and on the way home, he took it slow. "Do you want to grab some burgers or something? You must be really hungry by now." He suggested, moving his hand to take her's. "Then we can eat on the way home." He added softly.
 
Eliza smiled at him. Over the past weeks, she felt like she actually belonged with him and not back home. Well, her home was Dean's house. She could already imagine what Vincent would look like when he saw her again. She got dressed slowly because of the pain. She looked up at him as he moved to her. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back. "Aww. Thank you, Dean. I can't wait to be big with our child." She said softly, standing on her toes to kiss his forehead. She walked out with her hand in his. It was a little awkward at first getting used to the new weight, but she got used it to it.

Her eyes were out the window during the slow ride home. She thought about her new life, pregnant with his child. She looked at him and smiled at his suggestion. "Yeah. I could go for a burger right now." She giggled and shifted. She rested her hands against her abdomen. "What do you hope for? The gender I mean." She said softly.
 
Turning down a sideroad towards the burger place, Dean listened to her, seeing her hand on her abdomen, he moved his over on top of her's. "A boy." He told her softly. "But we'll have more than one, so I think I'm hoping for more than one of each." He grinned softly, gently rubbing her hand and her stomach as he noticed the burger place up ahead. He pulled in through the drive-thru to place an order for each of them, along with a soda. "Now we just need to wait a week, then we can also begin having sex again." He told her with a soft grin, knowing she wasn't allowed any sexual contact until she could remove the bandages.
 
Eliza's mind wandered to what her future would look like once again. It always was the same. A boy. She looked up at him and smiled when he told her that he wanted a boy. "More than one? How many are you hoping we'll have?" She raised an eyebrow playfully and felt her cheeks heat up when he rubbed her hand and abdomen. She leaned back into the seat, wondering when she would start getting cravings. She looked at him. She smiled and turned to face him. "Do you think my breasts would be your main focus?" She asked as she sat up to take her drink and set it in the middle.
 
"Yea, more than one." Dean smiled softly, looking at her. "Maybe four or five?" He said, shrugging, it was like he hadn't decided how many just yet, but he definitely wanted more than two with her. He watched her lean back and place her drink in the middle as he grinned. "No, my focus will be on your entire being and the kids." He told her softly, taking his drink and moving his hand from her stomach to keep driving home while he took a sip.
 
Eliza smiled at the thought of having more than one kid. It seemed like a good thing. She'd do what he wanted. And if that was four or five kids, she would do it. "Yeah. Four or five. I like that." She smiled and kissed his cheek. She played with the straw in her hand before opening it at the top and pulling the straw out of the wrapper. She looked at him lovingly and kissed his cheek. She let him rest his hand on her stomach as she took sips from her soda.
 
Taking her home, Dean enjoyed the ride, even if the rest remained silent. Though when he got home, he let her in first with the food as he followed, closing the door behind him. "So, let's have some food and then relax, it's been a long day for you." He suggested, moving to find some plates so they could sit in the livingroom instead of at the dining table. He turned on the television as well, finding a movie on one of the channels as he sat down by one of the two plates.
 
Eliza was happy during the ride. It was peaceful. She could relax and think about a lot of things. Her new breasts, being pregnant with their first child, and having a family. It was nice to finally think about those things. She walked inside the house with the bags of food. She looked back at him and nodded. "Relaxing sounds nice." She loved the idea of just laying down and cuddling with Dean. She took out their burgers and fries and set them on their plates. She pulled out a chair and sat down. "I can eat with you, right?" She asked cautiously.
 
Sitting down with her and beginning to eat, Dean nodded. "Yea, I think you can, at least tonight." He said, knowing there was no way of keeping the burgers warm, and he didn't want her to eat cold food. "I think we might as well start eating together now that we're going to have a family." He told her, shrugging as he sat back, a plate in his hand and the burger in the other as he begun eating.
 
Eliza was careful not to step over boundaries. She remembered what he said. He'd let her eat with him if she got the procedure. She smiled at him when he said it was all right. She pulled out a chair and sat down. She unwrapped her burger and looked at him. "Yeah. I don't want our children to be asking why I eat after you." She said a little cautiously. She began eating, smiling as she enjoyed the taste. It had been too long. After she finished chewing a piece, she cleared her throat. "When will we be able to see Vincent? Don't you think he's worried sick about me?" She asked.
 
"No, we can't have that." Dean grinned, hearing her words. "And don't worry, you don't need to sound so careful, you can say what you want, if I don't like it, I'll tell you." He told her, giving her a soft smile as he ate, hearing her question about Vincent. "When we can take the bandages off, we'll go see Vincent, then you can tell him about your new life with me." He told her, looking over at her as he took a sip of his soda, giving her a soft smile.
 
Eliza was worried she may have said something she wasn't suppose to. She didn't want that to happen. She bit her lip nervously before he reassured her it was fine. She let a sigh of relief. "All right. I'll keep that in mind." She brushed her bright hair out of her eyes and pulled strands of it behind her ear. She listened to him tell her when they would see Vincent and what'd she say. "Of course." She took a bite from her burger while she thought about some other things.
 
Nodding, Dean continued eating, finishing up his food, he thought ahead of time as well, he'd have to get her a new wardrobe the next day, so she'd have something that'd fit her new bust, especially as it was larger than he'd first told her. But he knew she wouldn't mind. He sat back once he was done, watching her eat as he couldn't wait for her to be able to remove the bandages, it'd help her a lot in her daily work, until then it might sting a bit. "Look, if you can't handle all your chores the next week, then it's alright, I understand it might be painful to live with the new size and the temporary pain, so it's alright with me." He told her, letting her know it was alright for her to skip some chores some days.
 
Eliza finished her food soon after Dean. She wiped her mouth and took small sips from her soda. While she was drinking, her eyes kept drifting down to her breasts. Something was different. They looked bigger than what she expected. A D cup was smaller than this. Her eyes widened slightly. That's what he asked the doctor during her surgery. She kept the new revelation to herself. Then she started wondering about having to go shopping. He would have to go shopping for her things. She looked up at him when he started talking. "Thank you, Dean. That will help a lot. I promise once the pain goes away and I can take the bandages off, I'll get caught up with the chores." She kissed his cheek and rested her head on his shoulder.
 
"I know, I trust you to do that, but for now, if it's too much strain, take a break." Dean told her, feeling her head resting on his shoulder as he moved his arm around her waist, pulling her fully in against him. "I'd rather make sure you're safe than you stress and it might affect the child." He told her, giving her a soft kiss on the top of her head, his fingers on her side, gently caressing her through the shirt. "I'll go shopping tomorrow, get you some materinty clothes as well for when you get bigger." He told her softly.
 
Eliza nodded slowly, understanding everything. "Thank you." It meant a lot to her that he was allowing her to take a break. She knew it'd have too much of a strain on her body now. She didn't want to hurt the baby. She looked up at him as her hands took the hem of his shirt in her hands. She played with the thread while she listened to him. "I never even thought about maternity clothes." She muttered softly before the revelation she made nagged at her. She had to say something. "Did you ask the doctor to make the new cup size bigger?" She asked.
 
Dean listened to her, smiling as he heard her question. "I did." He told her, knowing she probably had noticed, but he was surprised she'd noticed so soon. "I figured it wouldn't be a problem, your back can handle much larger, and even with a child inside you, it won't strain too much." He told her. "So I paid some extra to get the extra size." He said, shrugging as he looked down at her with a soft smile. "And don't worry, they won't be a problem for you." He told her softly. He didn't mind telling her that, he would just make sure she understood that it had been his choice to do it, even if she might not have wanted it. And besides, he'd already paid so it was too late to change now.
 
Eliza was a little upset with him. She wished he would've talked to her, but unfortunately she was heavily sedated during it. She realized she could've done nothing to stop him. Even if she was having his child, he still had control over her. He would pretty much do what he wanted whether she liked it or not. She subconsciously ran her fingers over her breasts before she realized what she was doing. She sat up straighter against him and nodded. "All right. As long as they don't hurt, I'm okay with them." She smiled and kissed his cheek. "Now, that cuddling you offered." She said, slightly changing his words to make it sound more appealing to her.
 
Dean knew she might be upset, but he didn't care. He had control, and he knew it, so he pushed it off, if she wanted to be upset, it'd be her own problem to calm down. "Good." He said, grinning as he heard her words. "Well, if you want cuddling, then come on." He said, letting his hand around her waist pull her up into his lap, letting her shoulder in against his chest, his arms moving around her, one just below her new breasts, gently caressing her sides with his fingers as he pushed in to kiss her neck softly.
 
Eliza didn't let it get to her. She was honestly okay with it. She wasn't going to die over an extra cup size. To be honest, she even liked being an extra size bigger. Accompany DD cup size breasts and a pregnant stomach, she was great. She giggled softly at him and laid her head on his chest as he moved around to get her comfortable. She took his hand on her sides and held it tightly. She gasped softly when she felt his lips against her neck. She was not expecting that. She blushed softly and nuzzled him.
 
Dean smiled, nibbling gently on her neck as he let her cuddle and nuzzle against him, he held her hand as he let her get comfortable against him. He wanted to do something special for her, even if she couldn't have sex, but he knew he had to be very, very careful so she didn't accidentally rip the stitches open after the surgery. So he was gently, his free hand gently caressing her side, slowly sliding around to caress the small bump on her stomach.
 
Eliza closed her eyes at the feel of his teeth against her neck. She felt good in his arms, almost in a safe way. She knew what he wanted to do, and she was glad he wanted her to feel special. She knew time like this would only last for another eight months. Then it would be different. They would have a little baby to take care of constantly. She didn't let the thought let her down, though. She used her right hand to settle on top of his on her bump. "Do you love me, Dean?" She asked quietly, a little hesitant of what his answer would be.
 
Hearing her question, Dean had to hesitate a bit, spending the time thinking everything through. But he was sure this was what he wanted, whether he truly loved her or not, it didn't matter. He had decided to be with her now and until he died. "I do." He whispered back, kissing her neck lovingly, hs felt her hand on top of his on her stomach as he gently caressed it, knowing that his child was growing deep inside her, their first child of a small bunch as he smiled softly, his other hand resting on her side.
 
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