Supernatural Imagines

What? - Jensen Ackles

Nothing she said that night seemed to make a difference to Jensen. One of their friends, or what used to be their friend at this point, told Jensen that (Y/N) had been out partying and flirting with a multitude of guys the night prior. Showing him photoshopped pictures of his wife holding hands, dancing with and kissing the cheeks of men that the (Y/H/C) hair girl never even knew existed. It was all just photographic proof in his mind.

That night that supposedly all this shit went down, she had gotten really sick while visiting her parents, just out of nowhere. Her parents being the caring people that they are wouldn't allow her to leave until she felt better and saw through every attempt of her saying so she could go home to him when they knew all too well, she wasn't. especially after she had emptied the contents of her stomach down in the toilet bowl for the third time in two hours. (Y/N) had even called Jensen to tell him what had happened and where she was, and she brought up that slight detail up in their argument. To which he fired back that for all he knew what his wife said was her brother's drastically loud music coming from down the hall could have really been club music.

She was truly pissed off by this point with her husband's decision to take the word and false proof of this chick who they hadn't really gotten to know very well and had only known for a little under a year over hers. (Y/N) was heated. Oh, so heated. But she knew that she needed to calm down. Although at the moment it was very tough for her to do so and she had been driven to tears at this point. What she thought would be a great night with heart filled praises came out to be ruined by a bitch trying to get into Jensen's pants.

"So, you're really gonna just stand there and take her every word on this?" she questioned as she took a seat on the arm of their sofa.

"I have no choice, (Y/N)!" Jensen argued. "She's given proof."

"Yes, you do, Jay! You can choose to believe your wife. The woman who has given and devoted everything in her being to you! Even the ability to give her the greatest gift of her first child! I would never, ever do anything like that." She exclaimed as she pointed to the pile of Walmart printed, photoshopped pictures laying on the dining table. "You and I both know all too well how photos can be manipulated to show what anybody wants them to show!" As the words fumbled out of her mouth, she never realized what information she had just fed him.

Jensen, though, caught every word. He turned around slowly to face her and looked upon her face confusedly. "What?"

"Photos can be manipulated." (Y/N) repeated having not realized she let her big news fall from her mouth accidently.

Her husband shook his head. "Not that." He stated. "You said gift of her first child."

The (Y/E/C) eyed girl looked down at her feet and scrunched her mouth slightly to the side. "Oh."

Jensen crouched down in front of her trying to meet her gaze. "Baby?" he asked as he lifted her chin up with two of his fingers so she would look at him. "Sweetheart, are you..."

"Pregnant?" (Y/N) interrupted making him nod as he ran his eyes over her face.

She stood from her seat and walked over to the small table where she'd rest her purse. (Y/N) rummage through the bag until she found the small white and blue test, she had thrown in there that morning. Her hand was shaking as she passed it to her husband who looked with wide eyes up on. Sure, enough the little screen read the word pregnant.

"Mom had her suspicions after I got sick, came into my room this morning and nagged me to take it." She admitted with a sad smile. "No how I had originally planned on telling you but yes. According to that little thingamajigger there in your hand, we're having a baby."

Jensen up like a child's at Christmas as he continued to stare at the pregnancy test in his hand. The he looked up at her with soft eyes. "So, no parties last night?"

(Y/N) shook her head and breathed a small laugh. "No. No parties. Just fluffy blankets, cold rags to the forehead, and an overbearing grandmother-to-be all night long." She answered.

He dropped the test to the ground and quickly closed the space in between he and his wife. Lips firmly on her in a passionate but apologetic kiss. Jensen knew he'd have to make up for being a dick and choosing the words of the girl over his wife's but for now he planned on reveling in the excitement of being a father for a long while.