Unexpectedly Expecting || BWWM

A/N: a lot of these next chapters are going to be kinda like filler chapters before the birth. Lot of mushy words will be said between the two. Prepare for shorter chapters and domestic life. —————-

Ivory POV

We went to House after house. If Dean even saw the slightest hint of hesitation or disappointment in my face about a house, he'd immediately make Weston find another one.

His poor best friend probably regretted becoming a real estate agent.

Eventually, though, we found ourselves back at the first house Dean showed me two weeks ago. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Sure, the other houses had bigger kitchens, fancier appliances, and pristine marble floors. But they all felt cold—like they were meant to be photographed, not lived in.

That first house, though? It felt like home.

Dean didn't need me to say it. He already knew.

"It's the only house I can picture being a father in," he had said.

That sealed the deal. Dean bought it outright—no loans, no waiting—and we started packing my things to move me in as soon as the paperwork was finalized.

After my last doctor's appointment, the recommendation came for a prenatal class. Dean didn't argue. Instead, he and Jeffrey immediately started vetting options, dismissing several before settling on a place that looked more like a luxury spa than a maternity center.

Now, we were touring the facility with his parents. The air between Dean and Claudia was still tense, but she'd been making an effort, and it was obvious that Dean—reluctant as he was to admit it—was softening toward her.

Not that he'd ever say it out loud.

"I don't see why they had to come," Dean muttered as we walked in.

I nudged his arm lightly. "Be nice. She's trying."

"She has a funny way of showing it," he replied, but his voice lacked its usual edge.

"Deanie, did you actually set up a walk through?" Deans father says from behind us. Dean sighs and rolls his eyes slightly.

"Yes, Dad. I set everything up. Will you stop asking me every five seconds." Deans voice sounds annoyed with his father.

I tap his arm silently telling him not to be rude. He looks at me understanding my look and lets out another sigh.

"I appreciate you guys coming, but I have it handled." Dean softens his voice and his look as he speaks to his parents. I smile a bit at him changing his demeanor.

Jeffrey smirks and looks to me with a small wink. I wink back and wrap my arm around Deans as we walk up to the reception desk. The lady greets us kindly and immediately starts the tour. Kellers get special treatment wherever they go, I'm starting to feel that more and more.

I let go of Dean's arm and drift back a little, my attention snagged by a room filled with shelves of diapers, stacks of neatly folded blankets, and rows of baby bottles. The walls were painted in soft, calming tones, and the decor gave the room an elegant yet cozy vibe. It felt unreal, like a space straight out of a parenting magazine—beautiful, yet clearly meant for the kind of people who could afford to make parenting look effortless.

"We've had many friends give birth here. It's top-rated." Claudia's voice broke my thoughts, her tone unexpectedly gentle. I glanced over to find her standing beside me, her expression uncharacteristically soft.

"It's... impressive," I admitted, running my fingers over the edge of a bassinet that probably cost more than my rent.

Claudia nodded, her gaze scanning the room before settling on me. "When I had Dean, I didn't have anything like this. I wasn't as prepared as I should have been. It was overwhelming." Her voice dropped to a quieter, more reflective tone. "I made mistakes. A lot of them."