Finally, the sequel to Everything you ever wanted is here. It's not the longest chapter, but it's mostly a summary on what's been going on. As you'll see, we've jumped three years. It might take a while for the next chapter to be up, but I'll try to have it up next week.
All you Dean&Sophia fans out there, let me know what you think.
JANUARY - SOPHIA
"You gonna be okay?" he asked as I put my jacket on.
"Dean, I've done it before. I'll be fine," I promised.
"I was with you those times," he argued and I sighed.
"I'll be fine," I promised again. "Now give me a kiss because I won't see you until tonight."
He smiled and then I felt his lips against mine. But it wasn't for long. Because we broke the kiss when we heard a 'yuck' from our three year old daughter. Who should be in bed, by the way.
"I'll take her," Dean promised against my lips and I nodded. Even though I wanted to, I didn't have the time. I was late already.
I waved good-bye to our girl and then turned around to leave. As I opened the door, I heard Dean's voice.
"Good luck."
"I love you too," I told him and then left. I fished up my car keys from my bag and quickly got into the car. I drove to the hospital and was there right as they called me in. I followed the nurse into the room, where I sat down on the cot. I gave the nurse the small cup and then had to wait for about ten minutes before my doctor came inside.
As she prepared me, we small talked like always. It was about our families, or the weather, or just anything. That was the good thing about her – she was easy to talk to.
An hour later, I left the hospital and headed for the restaurant. After all of these years, I was surprised that we were still up and running. Sure, we'd had our ups and downs, but it was mostly ups. Sometimes it was hard to understand how I wasn't burnout by now. Raising a three year old, while being the owner of a successful restaurant was not done without stress.
"I'm sorry I'm late," I told Lindsey as I walked into the kitchen. She was actually the only one of my old employees who still worked with me. Steve quit to start his own place a year ago, and I had to hire a new chef. His name was Mike, and he was great. Nowhere close to Steve, but he was good.
Lindsay was not only my chef – she was my right hand. And when Steve left, she bought a share on the place. So I wasn't the only owner anymore. And that actually felt great. I still owned 80 percent, but it felt like a burden was taken from me sometimes. I could spend more time with Abigail and Dean.
And god, they were my life. These three years had been going so fast it was insane. And so much had been happening.
Abby might have looked like me when she was born, but that had changed. Sure, the dark hair was still there, but everything else screamed Dean. Dean would probably disagree with me if I said it aloud, but it was still the truth.
And Abby, she was so smart. She had the vocabulary of a five year old at times. What popped out of her mouth sometimes would surprise both me and Dean. And she was precocious. And adorable, and beautiful, and charming. She was everything I've ever wanted and more. And she was definitely daddy's little girl.
"Don't apologize," Lindsay ordered and I chuckled. She knew why I was late. She was one of the few that did now. I mean, not even Tess or Rob knew. Not that I talked to Rob that often. Calling to Spain ain't cheap. But I tried to talk to him at least once a week.
"How's married life?" I asked and watched her smile.
"I can't even explain it," she grinned and I chuckled again. She was definitely still in the honeymoon-phase. They got back yesterday, so that's understandable. I mean, Dean and I were there from time to time. When we were truly alone, we were definitely there. And I loved it. I loved how I could still love him so much. More now than before even. Some people might grow apart, but Dean and I, we grew together.
"It's insane," she continued. "Tomorrow marks a month."
"I know. So, you and Sam got any special plans?"
"I have no idea," she laughed and so did I. But I envied her. At least she and Sam would be together. Dean was on a hunt when our first month as married hit us.
I loved that that part of his life was behind him. Not only because I didn't have to worry anymore, but also because he was always with me. And our daughter. I mean, there had been some small hunts from time to time. Not many, and I could could count them on my fingers. It was just to help Bobby with something. And it was never anything bad, which was good. Because I had had enough with the worry.
I smiled at the sight in front of me. Dean was on the couch, and in his arms were Abby. She was sleeping, and Dean had probably been to afraid to wake her up and carry her to her room. Or even shift to change the channel. Because Abby's favorite movie was on, and Dean really hated it.
I walked up to them and lifted her up carefully. I carried her into her own room and tucked her in. I leaned down to place a soft kiss on her forehead, and then I walked out of the room. I left a small light on, and let the door be slightly open. She hated complete darkness. And leaving the door slightly open... Well, it made me feel safer somehow. It made me feel closer to her.
Dean was still on the couch and I lay down beside him, leaning my back against his chest. I felt how his arm came around my torso and his hand leaned on my stomach.
"Are you pregnant yet?" he murmured and I felt myself smiling softly. But I didn't want to.
"Don't get your hopes up," I whispered and he turned me around. His hand cupped my face and he looked into my eyes for a long time before he said something.
"Have some faith."
"Why should I?" I questioned. "We've been doing this for almost a year, and it haven't worked yet. Why would it now? Why this time?"
He smiled sadly and wiped away the tear that rolled down my cheek with his thumb.
"I'm not telling you to believe that it's working. I'm just telling you to have some faith."
"In what?"
"Everything. In the doctors. In you. In me. Who knows, maybe I'm the reason this isn't working."
"You know it's not," I stated. They examined him when we started with this. He was perfect. The fault was mine. I'm the one something was wrong with. And it always would be. Abigail was a miracle, and it probably wouldn't happen again. Not even with professional help.
"Just, please? For me?"
"It's hard," I whispered and I felt his lips linger on my forehead.
"I know it is."
"How's Abby?" I changed the subject.
"Cranky," he sighed. "The only way to even get her to sleep was to hold her, make her relax, and turn on that frigging movie. What's so special about that pig anyway?" I chuckled at his answer and so did he. "At least the fever's not as high anymore."
"Good," I answered him. She wasn't as warm when I carried her into her room, so I figured that that was the case. But it still felt better to hear it. "What did you two do today?"
"She refused to go back to bed when you left, so I put on the movie and she fell asleep at the end. Sam showed up. He's tanned."
I chuckled and pulled him closer to me.
"They've been in Greece for almost three weeks. That's understandable."
"Speaking of going away... Let's go somewhere on our wedding day. I know it's eight months away, but... Just you and me. I feel like we haven't been alone since she was born. I mean, I need to be alone with you. Even for just a few hours. Away from here. There's always something. If it's not Abby, it's our jobs, or our families, or friends. I sound selfish, but I need to be selfish with you again."
I leaned away from his chest and looked into his eyes. God, I felt exactly like he did. Besides, this wedding day wouldn't be just a normal wedding day. It marked five years as married.
"Yeah? Well, I want to be selfish with you. Maybe Sam and Lindsay can have her for a few days. We'll take the car, and just go somewhere. Away from Friday Harbor. Away from this island. We can take into a hotel, or rent a house, or even sleep in the car. As long as we're together, and alone. Truly alone."
"I'm not sleeping in the car. Those days are over. But I do miss just driving around with you. Just going somewhere. Anywhere. That's the only thing I miss about hunting. Driving." He was quiet for a moment before he added "and my gun."
"I don't miss any of it," I said honestly and found his lips. He kissed me back and I smiled into the kiss. After a moment he rolled us over so that I was on top of him. I straightened up and pulled my shirt over my head and he unbuckled my jeans. Then I leaned down again to press my lips against his, and suddenly he rolled us over again. This time so that I was underneath him, and I laughed because I wasn't ready. He shifted his weight on top of me, and I smiled into the kiss again.
My hands traced over his chest and pulled his shirt off. Then he straightened up to pull his black t-shirt over his head.
"The pig is watching us," he murmured and I laughed again as he threw the shirt over the TV screen.
I slowly opened my eyes, seeing the light enter the room. Dean's arms were around me, holding me tight and I smiled against his chest.
Then I realized it shouldn't be light outside, and quickly sat up. Dean didn't wake up from my sudden movement, so I had to wake him up.
"Dean, baby? You're supposed to be at work in like..." I glanced at the TV, which was still on, and saw the time. "Five minutes ago."
I found the remote, turned the TV off and then stood up. I picked up my clothes from the floor, quickly putting on my underwear as I tried to wake Dean. God, he always slept extra deeply after sex.
When I finally was able to wake him up, I was ready with his clothes. He realized he was late, and rushed them on. He had the time to place a kiss on my cheek before he was down the stairs, and only a moment later I heard the familiar sound of the Impala.
I laughed and shook my head as I walked over to Abby's door. She was still sleeping deeply, so I figured I would have the time for a shower. I left the door open, so that I would hear if she woke up, and then turned the water on.
Five minutes later I wrapped a towel around myself and walked into the closet to find some clothes for today. I easily picked out a pair of jeans and a top, pulling them on. I pulled my wet hair into a bun, and then removed the safety gate from the top of the stairs. Abby was good at walking in stairs, but we still had it at night. Just in case.
Just as I was about to walk downstairs, I heard movement from Abby's room and I waited until I saw her in the opening to her room.
"Come on sweetie," I said and lifted her up as stumbled over to me, just barely awake. I smiled and pressed a kiss on the top of her head, feeling that the fever was completely gone now.
As soon as I reached the end of the stairs I put her down and I followed her into the kitchen. She knew what she wanted, and it was breakfast.
I lifted her up on one of the bar stools after I had finished her breakfast, and put it in front of her. I watched her take the spoon, swinging her legs in the air, before I turned around to start on my breakfast. I made something quick, and it didn't take long before we were eating together.
Just like I knew, Abby talked as soon as she was completely awake.
"Where's daddy?"
"Daddy's at work," I told her, and then she continued to talk like she always did. I didn't need to say much – she would talk without a response. All you really had to do was to say a word here and there from time to time. She could talk for hours sometimes.
When she finished eating, I lifted her down on the floor again and I was just about to put the dish in the dishwasher when I heard the door.
I frowned as I looked at the clock. 9.45.
I had a good guess on who was outside, so as I walked toward the door I told Abby to play.
"Are we going for a third time, or are we done?" I asked Tess, opening my arms.
"We're going for a third," she said as she leaned into my arms and I kicked the door closed with my feet.
I knew this was hard for her, and she had been coming here every other Friday morning for the last two months. She was always crying, but this time she didn't. She's making progress.
We walked over to the kitchen island and I took out a cup for her, which I filled with coffee. I refilled my mug as well, and sat down opposite to her.
"I got the papers yesterday," she said. "It's official. I'm divorced."
"You gonna be okay?"
"Find me a man, and I will be," she answered me and we laughed.
Tess and Dave separated almost six months ago, and they had shared custody over the kids. Tess had them every other week, and Dave had them the other week.
They came to an agreement – I guess at some point they just stopped loving each other. They were still good friends, but it was hard on them. Getting a divorce can't be easy – whether you're friends or not.
A minute later Abby came out from her play room, and Tess lifted her up in her arms.
"There's my girl. So, what do you want to do today?"
Tess was babysitting today. I figured she needed the distraction, and both Dean and I had to work.
"Ice cream," Abby answered casually, and we laughed.
"No ice cream today, baby," I told her and she pouted. That didn't work though.
"I already miss my babies," Tess said and sighed.
"You just left them for school," I stated and she shrugged.
"Yeah, but I won't see them until next week."
"Only you do," I smiled and smiled back. They saw each other anyway.
"Speaking of babies, are you and Dean planning anything?"
"What makes you think we are?"
"I don't know, it's just... I always pictured you with two kids. And frankly, I think you do too. And I know it's hard for you two, but there's help, y'know?"
I sighed, and looked at my sister. She almost had it all figured out.
"We're trying. We have been trying, for two years. For a while we even timed when we would have – yeah, you know what I mean. I didn't work, and for elven months we've been seeing a doctor. Eight times - eleven months. And nothing. It just... doesn't seem to work. Abby was a miracle. Dean coming back was a miracle. Maybe I'm running out of miracles."
"I don't think you're running out of miracles. Maybe now just isn't the right time."
"I want it to be the right time."
"I know," she said and I sighed again. We talked some more before I had to go. Dean had left his lunch, so I took it from the fridge and placed it in my bag.
I told Tess I would see her later, and then I gave Abby a kiss and left. I climbed into the car and took a right turn, driving towards the old garage. The name had been the same since back when Rob worked there, even though the owner was new. Auto Repair & Service. Yeah, it needed a name change.
I parked right outside, leaving the keys in the ignition as I walked inside. There was a few cars in there, and one of them was Dean's. I could see Dean under the hood, probably just fixing an oil change or something. With the love he had for his car, there was never anything to actually fix.
I leaned against the side of the car, watching him.
"They really need to change the name of this place," I said and he looked up at me. He had grease on his hands and his shirt, and he smiled when he saw me.
"So, what should this place be called then?"
"I don't know. The-owner-forgot-his-lunch?"
"I don't know, that would be too long."
"Yeah, maybe you're right," I said and pressed my lips against his for a second. He was about to cup my face when I stopped him. "No hands."
I handed him his lunch, and he took it.
"I told Tess," I told him and he looked at me. "Is that okay?"
"I figured you'd do it someday, and I've been waiting for it for like a year. So yeah, it's okay. Now all you have to do is tell your brother."
"Somehow it's easier not to have people knowing."
"I know," he murmured and I leaned away from the car.
"I gotta go. I'm working 'til six, so dinner might be late. Tess will stay until you get home, and have I told you lately I'm proud of you?"
"You told me right now," he said and I felt myself smiling.
"I am, Dean. This place is going great."
"That's because of you, so..."
Yeah, I wasn't so sure about that. I might have been the one to tell him to buy the place when the old owner wanted to sell, and I might have lend him the money to buy it. Lend money. I wanted to give it to him, but he refused. Yeah, he wanted to give it back to me. Ridiculous. My money is his money. And the other way around. We share everything, so why not share the money?
"I love you," I told him right before I pressed a chaste kiss on his lips and then I left.