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Chapter 2. Admitting. Dean's Pov.
I am instantly awoken as I feel my body jerk in my sleep. I look at Bobby to see his apologetic eyes.
"Sorry son, pothole." I push myself into a sitting position and hiss slightly at the tightness in my body. I look out the window, resting my left hand on my stomach as I feel the slight fluttering of the kids.
"Where are we?" I ask groggily
"We're about to hit Evanston Wyoming." He puts on his right turn signal and gets off the freeway. "The car needs gas and we need some food," he says, looking at my stomach. I feel the pressure of my full bladder and nod.
"Can we stop somewhere in the next five minutes?" he quirks his eyebrow slightly as he turns right into the town.
"How about thirty seconds?" he turns into a diner parking lot and parks next to the door. He pulls the keys out of the ignition and turns to face me. "You feeling ok?" I nod, opening the door.
"Yeah, three babies, one bladder, it's not a good mix man." I give him a small smile, trying to hide the pain I'm in. I can tell that he sees right through me, but he doesn't say anything. He opens his car door and gets out, closing the door behind him. I grab onto the car door and pull myself into a standing position, feeling the pull of my muscles on my stomach and the ache on my right side.
"Jeeze son," he grabs my shoulder to steady me, "take it easy." He lets me go when I have my balance. "You just got out of the hospital, you're going to be weak for a bit." I roll my eyes, closing the door.
"Wouldn't it be faster to go to the drive through?" he locks the door and hands me the keys.
"Your doctor said that you needed to eat healthy food, you're not going to be getting that at Burger King." We walk into the relatively empty self-seating diner and Bobby points to a booth in the back of the diner, away from the other customers, for us to sit in.
"I'll meet you there in a few minutes." He nods and walks to the booth. I spot the restrooms sign ahead and ignore the stares I get as I walk towards it. I mean, who wouldn't stare at a pregnant guy with a stitched up face, damaged wrist, and an apparent waddle? I know I would if I was them, but it doesn't make me feel any better. I push the bathroom door open and walk into a stall, thinking about what I'm going to do as I relieve my abused bladder.
I know that he wants me to talk about shit, that's why he chose a booth in the back, and he deserves to know something. I don't want to tell him about my stupid mistake with this hunt, why I even agreed to help them is beyond me, but it would be worse to tell him about how I really got pregnant. Every time I look at myself in a mirror, I see a weak failure; why did I let it happen?
I step out of the stall and wash my hands. Tell him about the hunt, and he won't ask for the details about how this whole mess started.
When I approach the booth Bobby gives me a small smile. I grab the side of the table and set myself down onto the seat, my stomach just fitting behind the table, and sigh in relief for having weight off my knee.
"I told the waitress to come back in a couple minutes, give you time to figure out what you want." I grab the menu with my good hand and give him a small smile when I see the water on the table.
"Thanks." I open the menu and feel my mouth watering at the pictures of food. I barely ate at the hospital because the shit they passed as food made me want to barf. Now I actually have real food in my sights, and I intend to enjoy it.
"What can I get you two?" A waitress in her fifties asks, giving us a warm smile.
"I'll take the chicken sandwich." Bobby sets his menu at the end of the table. She writes his order on her pad and nods. She looks at my stomach briefly before talking again.
"And what about you, sweetie?" I look her in the eye and feel like rolling my eyes, but I restrain myself.
"Cheese burger, please." I place my menu on top of Bobby's and see him shaking his head. The waitress writes my order down and walks away, leaving us alone to talk.
"That's not healthy Dean." I take a sip of water before talking.
"The hospital food made me feel sick, the smell of it especially, I just want to enjoy one thing before I start eating like a rabbit." He takes a delicate sip of his coffee, rolling his eyes before he sets the mug down.
"So, you wanna tell me what happened?" I look to the right to see that the six other customers were at the very front of the building and out of hearing distance. Tell him this and he'll leave me alone about the other shit. I take a deep breath and nod, leaning back and crossing my arms over my stomach.
"I stopped hunting about a month or so ago; started getting too big you know." he nods for me to keep going. "I got a call from this married hunting couple saying that they needed my help with a hunt, they heard that I was in the area and was good with werewolves. I told them that I was pregnant and couldn't hunt anymore but they insisted that I come and try to find a connection to the killings for them." I clear my throat and take a quick sip of water before continuing. "So I met them at this diner and they told me about what was happening in the town and gave me this huge ass file to look over." I set my glass of water down and rub the back of my neck. "After that I drove to a motel, got a room, and put all my shit in it. My legs were getting all cramped up so I decided to walk a couple of blocks, it was a small town. While I was walking this redneck asshole saw that I was pregnant and decided to voice his opinions about it." I laugh humorlessly, pinching the bridge of my nose.
"What happened son?" I open my eyes to see Bobby leaning towards me.
"I broke his nose." He laughs, leaning back in his seat. "He looked like he wanted to hit me back but someone grabbed him and apologized to me, saying he was a drunk asshole and to ignore him." I shake my head and uncross my arms, resting them on the table. "After that, I went back to the motel and started to look through the documents that the hunters gave me."
"Who were they?" Bobby asks.
"This British couple, Isaac and Tamara." Bobby's eyes widen slightly.
"I know them, did they let this happen to you?" he asks, gesturing to my head and wrist.
"Around eleven that night I figured out that the connection between all the killings was that all of them were all pregnant men." Bobby's eyes darkened. "I figured it out too late because two minutes later the door's knocked down and the werewolf is growling at me." I rest my left hand on my stomach. "It threw me into a table first, then threw me into the wall; it liked to play with its prey first apparently." Bobby looks like he wants to shoot something. "As it came towards me again I shot it in the heart with a silver bullet."
"So Isaac and Tamara just left you there?" He growls.
"They came right after I killed it; they didn't realize that they were late. Tamara tried to check me over but I wouldn't let her, I pushed myself up from the ground and limped to the car."
"And you drove yourself to the hospital?" I nod. Just as Bobby tries to say something else, the waitress comes with our food. She places our food in front of us and we both thank her. I look at the burger in front of me and my stomach growls. I take the beefy goodness into my hands and take a bite, savoring the juiciness. "They used you and your unborn children as bait?" he asks incredulously. I nod, setting my burger down and grabbing the ketchup bottle, squirting a big glob onto the plate and sticking a fry into it.
"Apparently they heard from my Dad that I was too front heavy to hunt." I pop the fry into my mouth and stop myself from moaning in delight.
"And where is your daddy exactly?"
"He left a month ago." I give him a warning look, letting him know that I don't want to talk about my Dad right now. He nods and picks up half of his sandwich.
"Did you see those hunters after you got to the hospital?" he asks before taking a bite. I nod, swallowing my second bite of burger.
"Yeah, they came to apologize about using my unborn children as bait." I take a sip of water. "I yelled at them to get out of my room and security dragged them out." Bobby shakes his head as he takes a bite of his sandwich. He can tell that I don't want to talk about this anymore and for that, I'm grateful. We eat in silence for a few minutes, and when I finish my food, I'm still hungry. Bobby finishes his sandwich a few minutes after me and see's me eyeing his untouched French fries.
"Want these?" I nod and he pushes his plate to me.
"Thanks." I squeeze ketchup onto the plate and look at his slightly amused eyes. "What?"
"Nothing." He finishes his coffee and sets the mug down. "So do you know what you're having?" I nod, slamming another fry into my mouth.
"Two boys and a girl" I say once swallow the fry.
"Are you keeping them?" I bite down on another fry and drop the other half onto the plate, grabbing the napkin to wipe my hands off a bit.
"Yes." At first I didn't want to keep them, I wanted them to be with a family that could raise them right, but then the hunting accident happened. I was afraid that I killed them, and I never felt so scared in my life. When I found out that they were all ok I realized that I couldn't part with them if I tried. He gives me a look of understanding and picks up the bill.
"I'm gonna go pay for these while you finish those up." I nod as he walks to the front of the diner. As I eat another fry drenched in ketchup, I feel a hard thump from inside of my stomach and I stop what I'm doing. I place my hands on the sides of my stomach to see if I can feel it again and I am rewarded a moment later with a thump to the hand. I feel a smile form to my lips as I lean back slightly. I've been feeling them move around for a while, but never anything this strong. It makes it seem even more real, and it makes me realize that I care more for them than I value my own life.
"Son?" I look up to see Bobby's concerned eyes. "Everything ok?" I give him a small grin.
"Yeah." I put the last fry into my mouth and push myself up from the table, groaning as I do. "Let's go." I hand him the keys and he nods. We walk out of the diner and get into the impala. He puts the keys in the ignition and turns her on.
"If you need to stop for any reason while we're driving let me know ok?" I nod. He backs out of the parking space and onto the road, gets gas, then drives back onto the freeway. The more we drive, the closer we are to the only place I ever considered to be my home (other than my baby, of course), the salvage yard.
END OF CHAPTER 2!