Corey wasn't working on Sundays, so they had been sitting back watching the house show. Brooklyn had enjoyed watching Dean wrestling. He was feuding with EC3. It didn't matter who he went against. He was pure magic inside the ring.

After the show they had gone straight back to the hotel. Corey was in the shower while she was supposed to look after the kid. She glanced at the sleeping kid, wondering what she was supposed to feel. Her phone started ringing, and for the first time in a long time she smiled when she saw Dean's name on the screen.

"Dean," she answered. "You looked great tonight."
"Thanks, darling," he chuckled. "What are you up to?"
"Not much. What about you?" She asked.
"I'm sitting downstairs in the bar with a glass of whiskey, and I'm feeling nostalgic. Remember all those times you'd leave Corey mad in your room to go have a drink with me? I miss those times," he said.
"Me too," she said. "Is there room for one more at your table?"
"I'll order your favorite whiskey," he chuckled.

She hung up and stared at the kid. He was still sleeping. Corey was singing in a false tune from the shower. She walked over and opened the door.

"I'm heading out," she said.
"What?" He asked.
"I'm going out for a bit," she said.
"Wait, what? With who? Where are you going?" He raised his voice.

He pulled the curtain aside, but she was already gone. He ran back into the room naked, just to hear the click from the door behind her. He would have gotten in some clothes fast and chased her for some answers if it hadn't been for Chiles needing him to stay in the room.

"Hi darling," Dean smiled when she joined him. "Your drink."
"Thanks," she took a swig. "Shit, that's good."

He reached across the table and took her hand. His blue eyes settled on hers.

"Talk to me," he said.
"I don't love him," she said.
"I know that. You didn't back then either, did you?" He asked.
"Not Corey. The kid. I don't love the kid," she said. "I don't hate him either. I look at him, and I feel nothing. He's not mine. He's Corey's. I don't want him. I never wanted him."
"I know," he sighed.
"I'm a horrible person," she said.
"No, you're not. You were always outspoken about not wanting kids," he said. "So what happened?"

Her hand shook a bit as she raised the glass and emptied her drink.

"I didn't know until it was too late to get an abortion. And believe me, I would have gotten it. We got in a huge fight about it because I wanted to give the kid up for adoption once it arrived, and Corey actually admitted to poking holes in the condoms to get me pregnant against my will," she said.
"That's fucked up!" Dean's jaw dropped.
"He trapped me, and now I'm stuck," she said. "I don't raise the kid. I neglect him, Dean. He cries, and sure, I'll comfort him, feed him and change him, but that's it. I don't talk to him. And when I finally look at him, I feel nothing. I'm a horrible person."
"No, you're you. This shows that you were always right, and that you knew what you wanted and didn't want in life," he said. "Corey fucked up your life."
"I was gonna leave him," she said.

She ran her thumb over Dean's hand, and kept her eyes locked with his.

"I was gonna leave him because of you," she said. "I know you probably only flirted with me to make me feel better, but it helped me to realize that I couldn't stay. I was gonna leave him. I had it all planned out. I had found a house in Vegas, in your neighborhood actually, and I was gonna buy it and leave him. I didn't care that you were only my friend. I was never gonna tell you about my feelings, but what does it matter now?"
"I was in love with you too," he smiled warmly. "I still am."
"I wanna tell you something. Something that no one knows. Can we go to your room?" She asked.
"Of course," he answered.

Five minutes later they were in his room. He sat down on the bed while she kept standing on the floor. She seemed nervous when she finally lifted her tee to show her scar.

"He was turned the wrong way, so they had to cut him out. I hate that scar, and yet I feel lucky. Nothing got torn downstairs. I can have sex without problems," she said.
"Yeah?" He smirked.
"I haven't though. I haven't had sex since the day I found out I was pregnant. Corey disgusts me now," she said.
"How have you managed to work your way around that?" He said.
"I told him that we couldn't have sex until my period starts again. He doesn't know that'll never happen," she said.

He tilted his head to the side, not understanding what she meant by that.

"This is what I wanted to tell you. Something went wrong inside me, and they had to do surgery on me after they removed the kid. The doctor said they had to put me under. I told him to let me die. I fucking begged him to let me die. I don't know exactly what went wrong, and I don't care. When I woke up, I was told they had to remove my ovaries. They all looked so sad, and I started laughing like a crazy person. I can't ever get pregnant again, and I won't ever have periods again. I'm fucking happy about it," she said.

She hadn't realized she had started smiling while telling him that. He smiled back at her.

"And Corey doesn't know?" He asked.
"No," she let out a little laugh. "It all happened a Monday when he was away for RAW. I never told him because he would have wanted to sue the doctors for taking away my ability to have anymore children. He doesn't have a say in what goes on with my body. Something he didn't understand last year when he messed me up, and put that thing inside me."
"Darling, come here," he said.

He waved her over to the bed, and she went to stand in front of him. He placed his hands on her thighs, and looked up at her.

"Do you think I'm a bad person for wanting to leave Corey and the kid?" She asked.
"No," he answered honestly. "I think Corey's a bad person for forcing you into this life. Be honest with me. What will happen to you if you stay?"
"I'll kill myself," she said.
"And that..." His eyes filled with tears. "That would break me more than I already am. And I'm already pretty fucking broken. So are you. We should be allowed to be happy too. We should be allowed to choose what we wanna do with our own lives."

She jumped on him without warning, demanding his lips in a heated kiss. Her hands moved under his tank top, pulling it upwards aggressively. He rolled them around, so she was on her back, pulled his tank top off, and moved his mouth to her ear.

"Easy, darling," he said. "Don't make me rush this. I'm gonna take such good care of you tonight."