Dean watched as Corey walked in with Brooklyn next to him. He had known, like everyone else, that Corey would bring her around this Sunday, but seeing her in person made him suddenly not feel ready for it.

She still looked the same but with a few differences. Her medium brown hair had gotten a few strands of grey in it, and her ice blue eyes that once shone bright now looked empty. It made sense with the stress she had been through. Stress caused by the pram Corey was pushing in front of him.

They now had a child together. Dean would never understand how that happened. He knew Brooklyn never wanted kids. She was open about that to everyone. And suddenly she stopped wrestling because she was pregnant. Four months to be exact. No one had known. She had been wrestling pregnant because she hadn't known herself.

"What a prince!" Brie cooed at the kid. "You sure can't run from being the father, Corey. He looks exactly like you."
"My boy," Corey beamed proudly.

Kids had zero interest to Dean, but he still made his way over to take a look. Sure, that was Corey's spitting image. The kid looked nothing like Brooklyn. He looked away from the kid and up at her.

"Hi," he said. "How are you doing?"

She shrugged in return. This was not the Brooklyn he remembered. She had been happy back then. They had flirted like crazy, and Dean had thought she might end up leaving Corey. If that had happened, he would have been there in a heartbeat to ask her out. And then the kid happened. He was born six weeks ago, and Corey was now showing off his family.

"What's his name?" Brie asked.
"We've had a bit of issue with that," Corey looked at Brooklyn. "But I think we settled on Chiles. That means 'the first born child'. He'll be the first of many. Right, honey?"
"You can name him whatever you want. He's your kid," Brooklyn said.

An awkward silence fell, and Corey started chuckling.

"He's our kid, and his name is Chiles," he said. "Oh, I think he's hungry. Do you wanna feed him, honey?"
"No, you do that. I have to pee," Brooklyn said.

She walked away before he could argue with that decision.

"Sorry, she's been really sad lately. I think she's lonely at home. I was hoping bringing her here would cheer her up," he excused her behavior.

Dean shook his head to himself and went after her. No one thought twice about him walking away too. He was always hard to read to everyone, and he preferred it that way. The only two people that ever got to see his true form 100% within WWE were Roman and Brooklyn. He spotted her further ahead. She had just passed the toilets. He had a feeling she had been using the pee card as an excuse to get away.

"Brooklyn!" He ran up to her. "Are you alright?"
"No," she answered honestly.
"Shit," he looked around. "Come here."

He pulled her to an emergency exit and outside where they could talk in peace. She wrapped her arms around him and leaned her cheek on his chest. He held her close, waiting for her to cry or yell, but nothing came. She just stood there dead silent.

"Talk to me, darling," he said.
"I'm not happy," she said.
"I kinda figured," he said.
"I never wanted this," she said.
"Never wanted what?" He asked.
"This. Corey. The kid. Any of it," she answered.
"Brooklyn, I..." He started.

The emergency door opened, and Baron stepped outside. Of course it had to be Corey's best friend catching them out there hugging each other. Not that anything had been going on, but it could look very wrong to someone else.

"I didn't think anyone was out here," Baron looked at Brooklyn. "Where's Corey?"
"Inside," she shrugged.
"And Chiles?" He asked.
"Who?" She asked.
"Your son!" He stared at her.
"Oh, right, Corey named him. I don't know much about kids, but I don't think he's able to walk yet, so he's probably in there with Corey," she said.
"No need to be pissy about it," he said.

She tapped Dean's chest with her flat hand and gave him a weak smile.

"Thanks for the talk. It was good seeing you again. I missed you," she said.
"I missed you too," he said.

He didn't give a fuck that Baron was there. Everyone knew back then that he and Brooklyn had a close friendship, and everyone knew that Corey had hated it. Dean couldn't care less what Corey thought.

"I still have the same number," she said.

She left those words hanging, and walked back inside. Baron crossed his arms and stared at Dean.

"What?" Dean asked.
"She's off the market," Baron answered.
"I know that," Dean said.
"Then act like it," Baron said.
"She needed a friend!" Dean sneered. "And I'm her fucking friend whether Corey likes it or not!"