Darlin' (Dean Ambrose X Baby!Reader)

  Dean walked through the corridors of the WWE backstage, ignoring anyone who gave any type of greeting or glare.

  Dean wasn't in a good mood. He had just lost a match against (Least Favorite Wrestler), and he was fuming furious. He kicked a few things and punched the walls from time to time again, but was surprisingly calm otherwise.

  He walked out of the exit door and and slammed it shut, yelling out in anger while doing so. Dean couldn't believe it. Losing to HIM. He was going to get in a feud with that son of a bitch, and send him to hell and back.

  Dean walked over to his black bus, and paced behind it a couple of times, attempting to calm himself down. All he needed to do was take a warm shower, watch a couple of episodes of My Little Pony, and get a good night's sleep. That's all there was to it.

  Dean, much calmer now than before, then walked to the door, and was close to opening it...

   ...

  When he heard the baby cry. Dean swiveled himself around, and turned his head back and forth. The cry sounded again, but this time it sounded like it was in pain. Dean walked away from the bus, closer to where the sound was, finally ending his small journey to a bush.

  A muddy, brown box laid on the ground, closed and noisy from the baby's cry.

 "What the hell..." Dean muttered quietly under his breath. He crouched down and picked up the box. Upon opening it, his eyes widened.

  There, laying helplessly, was a baby girl, crying her eyes out. She had barely any clothes on, only a dirty white nightgown and that was it.

  Dean picked up the baby and dropped the box. The baby still cried, but was... Softer now. As if Dean's grasp was safe to her.

 "What are you doing out here by yourself?" He whispered to the baby, rocking it in attempt to calm her down. The baby's wails stopped, tears still flooding down her cheeks however. Dean pushed his thumb across her face to wipe away the tears.

 "Come on darlin', stop crying. Ain't nothin' here to cry about..." He said softly, now fully rocking his body along with the baby's. The baby had fully stopped crying now, and was cooing, and grasping onto Dean's shirt, causing him to smile.

  Dean looked around to see if anybody would claim the baby as their's but with no such luck. Dean sighed, and looked back down at he baby.

 "C'mon you, let's getcha all cleaned up." He said, now carrying the baby to the bus' entrance. He grasped the black handle, and pulled it open, climbing up the stairs and closing the door behind him.

  Dean grunted softly as he made his way to the bathroom, stripping off her clothes, and putting them in his little clothes hamper. Perhaps tomorrow they would stop by a town that had a good enough retail store for baby clothes.

  "I ain't puttin' you in the bath tub, you'll drown... Maybe I'll put you in the sink," He muttered quietly to himself. He turned the sink's water on, and let it run for a minute or so, so then he could get some shampoo for the baby. "I don't have baby shampoo, so I'll give ya my shampoo for now."

   He turned the sink water off, and placed the baby in. The baby giggled when he put the bubble bath soap in, causing all of the bubbles to fly everywhere. Dean smiled when he saw this.

  "You should smile more often darlin'. It fits ya." He said, as he took his gloves off to smother his hands in shampoo, and washed the baby's little tuft of (Hair Color) hair. "But what're we gonna name ya..."

   Dean sighed as he rinsed the baby's hair by putting a little water in his hand, and showering it softly over the baby. Once finished, he grabbed a towel, and lifted the baby out of the water, drying her. He pulled the plug to drain the sink, and walked out of the bathroom.

   "Let's see... There's Sophie, Abigail... No, wait. I ain't naming you after some psycho's sister..." He muttered under his breath quietly. He walked over to his small dresser and pulled out a white tank-top, slipping it onto the baby. "You can wear this until I get you some proper clothes. Hmm... What about (Your Name)."

    The baby squealed and giggled in delight, as if liking the name. Dean smiled once more, making his hard heart melt. He sat the baby down on the bed, and sat next to her. Maybe his night wasn't so bad after all.

   Dean sighed, and got up to change.

  "Don't look darlin'. I already got enough fan girls after me." He said with a chuckle while smirking. Even though Dean Ambrose WAS single, he really couldn't care less. Besides, he had to take care of this baby. He didn't have the time for love.

   Dean quickly changed, and turned around to see the baby fast asleep. Dean's heart had melted again, seeing as the baby was finally at peace. He got on the bed quietly, as if to not wake her, and laid down next to her. He smiled slightly as he played with a tuft of her hair, wondering all about what he was going to do with her.

  Who would she be with if he was in a match, or got seriously injured? What was he going to tell everybody on the wrestling division? Who'd leave her out there, alone in the vicious cold, with nothing but the clothes on her back?

  Dean yawned, and closed his eyes, and wrapped his arms around the baby girl, smiling a little bit.

  He'd worry about all of that tomorrow.