Summary: AU. Despite their difficult situation, Dean asks his pregnant ex-wife to move in with him so he can be of help to her and the baby. Even though Dean sees other women, he can't deny that he still loves the woman carrying his child. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Riley Johnson.
A/N: Thanks for all the support with the first chapter of this fic. I'm glad you like it and I hope you enjoy this chapter just as much! I'm sorry again for lack of updates. I'm just too tired to get words written I'm afraid. I'm doing my best.
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Of Righted Wrongs, Babies and Second Chances
Chapter Two
"You have a date."
The words didn't come out as a question. They were spoken as a statement. And Dean felt awful as he stood in front of the mirror straightening out his shirt before slipping on his suit jacket. He nodded at her as he looked at her through the mirror and went back to fixing up his hair.
"She must be special. You've put a suit on for her...First date too?" Riley asked, going back to her book as she gently rubbed her belly, "What's her name?"
"Lisa." Dean sighed, "Lisa Braeden. She's a kindergarten teacher."
"She pretty?" Riley asked again, making Dean feel even worse.
"Very." He told her, "I have to go."
Riley's chest tightened at the words, and the kind of heartache and upset she was feeling wasn't good for her or the baby. Her stomach twisted in an uncomfortable way and she put her hand on the bump, hiding her face from him as he headed out of the door. And Dean waited for a few moments outside the door as he fixed a shoelace and he heard her burst into tears. He stopped and turned, standing back up and leaning against the cold door for a moment. He desperately wanted to go in there and show her she was still wanted and loved by him.
"I'm so sorry..." He whispered against the door, fighting the urge to go back inside.
He left while he still had the strength to, knowing it was wrong and feeling guilty about it the whole night.
Dean returned earlier than he thought he would.
So Lisa was kind of annoying and patronising. There'd be someone he could make something work with, surely. He walked in and found Riley asleep on the couch with dried tear tracks on her cheeks, and he knew he'd have to wake her to move her into bed. He locked the apartment door and got her room ready as quickly as he could before he approached her, kneeling beside the couch and nudging her gently on the arm.
"Riley?" He said softly, "Riley...?"
The young woman stirred and opened her eyes, grimacing at him before she tried to sit up and look around her. Clearly she was too tired seen as she started to fall asleep almost as soon as she'd woken up, so Dean carefully picked her up. He was so wary because of her bump and he tried not to lift her too quickly. He took her straight to her bedroom and placed her in bed as gently as he could, treating her as though she was fragile glass. He watched her snuggle into the pillows and he covered her up gently, leaning down to kiss her.
"Sleep tight, beautiful." He whispered, turning out the bedside lamp before going to lock the rest of the apartment up.
He tidied her books away, turned off the TV, and after fluffing up the pillows on the couch he found a mountain of tissues that were damp, wet or just screwed up. He didn't realise she'd been upset all night. He needed to just grow a pair and tell her how he felt. He knew that's what he had to do but after what happened between them, there was no way that she'd take him back.
"Dean?"
Dean looked up at the sound of whimpers and sobs and his heart raced at the thought of Riley having problems with the baby. He shot into the bedroom, realising she was having a nightmare. Whatever she was dreaming about, it must've been pretty nasty, because she was crying...again.
"Shhh..." He soothed as he stroked her hair, "I'm here."
Her eyes opened and bore into his, and out of embarrassment she went to wipe her eyes but was stopped when Dean's calloused, yet gentle fingers began to wipe the tears away for her. He smiled tenderly at her to comfort her, watching her calm from her panic and upset before he stood up and pulled the covers over her again.
"I'll get you some water." He said softly, earning a smile from the young woman.
"Thank you." She replied, rubbing her eyes and settling back against the pillows.
She rubbed her stomach and smiled as she felt the baby move. She wondered why Dean was back alone. Dean had always been one to draw the attention of females. Always. Who could resist that handsome face? Those beautiful eyes and those perfect lips? She turned over and pulled the other pillow close to her, burying her face in it and smiling as the scent of detergent filled her nostrils. She watched Dean as he entered the room again and placed the glass on the bedside table.
"If you need me, I'm just in the next room, okay?" He said softly, "Sleep tight."
"Thank you." She whispered, "For everything."
Dean smiled and left the room again, leaving Riley on her own. The young woman sighed and turned over again, trying her best to get comfortable and get as much sleep as possible.
The following morning, Riley was up at five o'clock because the baby decided to kick and roll around so much the poor woman couldn't settle. Dean was shocked to see her sat up when he got up at seven for work.
"You okay?" He asked, earning a tired nod from the mother of his child, "She keeping you up?"
"Yes." Riley replied solemnly, "Not that it matters. She'll keep us up a lot when she's born, I'm sure."
Dean smiled and watched her eat her toast quietly before he went to make himself some breakfast. He made himself a drink of juice because he knew how Riley loved coffee and since she was limiting it to one cup a day to be safe, he thought it cruel to parade the fact that he could have it in front of her when she'd resigned herself to flavoured water.
"If you need me while I'm at work, you have my number, and the number for work is on the refrigerator, okay?" Dean told her, earning a nod from her, "If anything happens with the baby and you can't get in touch with me, Sam's number is also on the fridge."
"Thanks." Riley replied, sighing softly as the baby began to move yet again.
Riley so desperately wanted to tell Dean she still loved him, that he was so important to her but she didn't dare. She didn't dare because it was obvious he'd moved on, and as much as it pained her to think it, she needed to move on herself.
-TBC-
Short snippety bits I know. Sorry.
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