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Dean's POV:

I looked out the window. I was on my way to South Carolina. The clouds were beautiful. I couldn't help but think about Desiree and Dave. I looked at my phone. I had a picture of her and Dave as my screensaver. Even though Dave wasn't my biological son, I sure felt like he was mine. I promised Dave I would take care of him and his mother, no matter what. I leaned my head back and was lost in thought. I wanted to touch Desiree again. To feel her warmth. To tangle my fingers in her hair again. I loved that woman with everything in me. From the first time I laid eyes on her, I knew she was the one. Despite our setbacks and her brother interfering, I knew we would make it.

Once I got settled in the hotel, I crashed on the bed. I contemplated calling Desiree but I was pretty sure she was busy. I decided to give her a call anyway.

After the first ring, she picked up.

"Hello, darling," I said.

"Hi, babe. It's good to hear your voice again," Desiree said.

"I've been thinking about you and Dave all day. How are you guys?"

"We're good. I've never felt better."

"Dean..."

"Yes?"

"Are you sitting down?"

"I'm laying down on my bed. What's up?"

"Weeellll," Desiree teased.

"Yeeeeaaaaahhh?" I said.

"Someone's going to be a daddy."

I stared at my phone. Was this woman joking? She never lied to me, but...

"You...are you serious?" I said.

"Yes. I am. You're going to be a daddy," Desiree said. I could tell she was crying.

Tears began to fall from my eyes immediately without me knowing it.

"Desiree," I said. "Shit."

I couldn't help myself. I was crying. I've been trying to have a baby with Desiree ever since her accident but couldn't. I was close to giving up hope. Until she delivered the good news. This feels better than winning any championship.

"Dean," she said, sniffing. "Dean?"

"Yeah, I'm here babe," I said, blowing my nose.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Are you?"

"Yes I am. I'm just downing some Nutella and orange juice. I have weird cravings," Desiree said.

"You feed yourself whatever you want. Eat, eat, eat, dammit. Feed yourself," I said.

"I will," Desiree said. "I found out yesterday."

"I'm so happy. DAMN!"

Desiree giggled. "Get some rest, babe."

"I will. Love you," I said.

"Love you, too."

I stepped in the shower. I let the hot water run over me. I felt more relieved than ever. I couldn't believe that I was going to be a father. This time, nothing bad would happen. At all. I personally would make sure of that.

I got out of the shower and retreated back to bed.

Roman had came back from the store with junk food.

I was laying on the bed with a wide grin on my face, staring at the ceiling.

"Why are you grinning like Cheshire the Cat?" Roman asked.

"Because I'm going to be a father," I said.

"Congratulations!" Roman said. "At least now you feel better."

"I know. I didn't know what I was going to do if I couldn't have a baby with Desiree. She's my everything. Dave is like a son to me." I looked at Roman.

"Yeah. I understand. When are you getting married?"

"We haven't set a date yet. But it'll be after she has the baby," I said.

"I better be your best man. Or else I'll spear your ass," Roman said, jokingly. But a little serious at the same time.

"Don't worry. You'll be there," I said.

Desiree's POV:

I don't know how much Nutella I actually ate but I ate it. My heart felt like it grew a few sizes bigger. Knowing that Dean could finally be happy again, knowing that he was going to be a dad. And no one was going to mess that up.

I heard my phone vibrate. I got a message from my brother.

I had severed ties with Biggy because of the pain and hurt that he put me and Dean through. I wanted to tell him. I wanted him in my life. But I couldn't risk being lied to again. And I couldn't risk Biggy telling Dean some bullshit to make him turn against me. I just couldn't risk it. I got another message. This time it was from my mom. She told me that Biggy said congratulations.

"Tell him I said thanks."

It was the only thing I had to say.

It was getting late but I couldn't sleep. I went to the kitchen and cooked myself some pancakes. Four pancakes to be exact.

I was going to be as big as a house sooner or later.

Luckily my mom stocked my house with food. Loads of it.

I finished my food then sat at the table for a little while. I rubbed my belly.

"Mommy's going to take really good care of you. Okay? I will never let anything happen to you," I said.

I vowed never to let anything happen to this baby. I couldn't fathom what Dean would do.

I got up, left the plate on the table, then went to my bedroom to fall asleep.