"Right hand yellow," Lisa said.

Dean reached over Renee and placed his right hand on the yellow circle next to her foot that was on a green circle.

"Hi," he said to Renee.

"Silence," Renee said.

"No."

"Left foot green," Lisa said.

Aaron leaned back a little and placed his left foot on the green circle under Dean.

"It would be a shame if you happened to fall," he said to Dean.

"Oh, so you're going to make me fall?"

"Yup!"

"You wouldn't-"

But Aaron did. He kicked Dean's arm, making him lose his balance, but not before Renee got out of the way to watch Dean fall.

"Ha!" Renee said.

"Everybody's grounded," Dean said.

"How are we grounded? What's "grounded""? Destinee asked.

"Grounded is when no one can do anything. Everyone is grounded!" Dean said.

"Mr. Forgetful is mad because his nephew tripped him," Renee said.

"Whatever!" Dean said.

Renee let out a deep breath as she got into the bathtub and laid back. The hot water felt great against her skin, which made her want to fall asleep. Plus, the Epsom salt she put in the water was definitely doing the trick, too. . Dean came in to brush his teeth then came over to wash Renee's back for her.

"How're you feeling?" Dean asked.

"Exhausted," Renee said. "Work, school, work."

"You have been working pretty hard and rarely taking any breaks. You need to relax a little bit more, first and foremost."

"I know, but sometimes I'm thinking about the kids and dinner being ready and Blue…ugh…just other things. I knew that I would have extra responsibilities when going to beauty school but I'm pooped."

"The kids are always fine, dinner is always on the table, and Blue is just fine. Including Mitch. I'll be changing my hours at my job soon so that I'm able to pick up D.J. from daycare, Destinee from school, and come home and start dinner."

"That's good." Renee sighed again as she enjoyed Dean washing her back, the hot water running down her back as if it was in a track race. "What if this doesn't work out?"

"It will work out. I believe in you. I believe that you will get your beautician license. But if it does not, then I'll support you in whatever else you choose to do. I'll be behind you every step of the way."

Renee smiled up at Dean.

"I know you will."

"All you need to do, is get some more rest and you'll be fine."

"I'm going to get some rest very soon."

"I made you some lemon tea. Your favorite."

"Aww, thank you, darling."

"You're welcome."

Dean helped Renee out of the tub and helped her dry off. She put on lotion, a pair of panties, and one of Dean's large shirts. As soon as she got comfortable in bed, she picked up the cup of tea on a saucer Dean had placed on her nightstand and drunk it all quickly. Dean had raised his eyebrows at Renee when he saw her gulp it down. She sat the cup back down on the saucer and laid down next to Dean who was still staring at her.

"What!? I was thirsty!" Renee said.

"Want me to make you some more?" Dean asked. "You usually don't drink the lemon tea that fast."

"No, that's okay."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Are..you..sure?"

"Positive!"

"...You sure?"

"Yes, you fucker, I'm sure!"

"I said are you sure!?"

"You know what!?" Renee grabbed Dean's balls underneath the covers.

"Oh, you want some good sex before heading to bed, huh?" Dean quickly slipped off his boxers and tossed them on the floor. "Alright!"

Renee rolled her eyes and sat up to take off her shirt.

"I was in the mood anyways," she said.

Renee woke up to hear Dean in the bathroom brushing his teeth at the sink. After he had finished brushing his teeth, he took a shower then stepped out and shaved. As he was shaving, he got a phone call on his cell phone. He answered it quickly when he saw that it was his boss calling him.

"Hello?" Dean said, holding the bottom of the phone away from his mouth so that shaving cream wouldn't get on it.

"Hello, Mr. Ambrose. How are you today?"

"Fine, just fine. And you?"

"That's good to hear. And I'm doing alright, thank you. Once again, I would love to say that you did a terrific job up in San Francisco."

"Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome. Since you are one of my best men on the job, I would like for you to travel back up to San Francisco in two months. I don't know the date yet but I will tell you as soon as I get it. You'll only be gone for a week. If you need time to think about it, you can. You have plenty of time so it isn't a rush."

"Thank you very much, sir. I'll think about it and I will tell you my decision."

"Sounds good. See you today at work."

"You too."

Dean hung up his cell phone and continued to shave. He saw Renee in the reflection of the mirror and smiled at her.

"Good morning," he said.

"Morning. I would kiss you but you're shaving and I don't want shaving cream and your whiskers on my face."

"Now all you would have to do is wash it off!"

"Yeah, I'd make you do it for me. Who was that you were talking to on the phone?" Renee reached for her toothbrush, wet it, put some toothpaste on it, then started brushing her teeth.

"My boss."

"What did he call for?" Renee mumbled.

"Talked to me about sending me back to San Francisco for work."

Renee finished brushing her teeth and spit out the toothpaste from her mouth. She rinsed her toothbrush off, put it in the holder then wiped her mouth dry.

"Are you thinking about going again?" she asked.

Her tone of voice let Dean know that she probably wouldn't like his answer.

"Well, it'll be for work of course."

"How long would you be gone for?"

"A week. Sometime in September. He didn't give me a date or anything."

"Okay, I'm not trying to tell you what to do or anything…but do you really have to go back up north for work? Is it mandatory?"

"No, but it's an offer I'm willing to take again."

"Do you have to go?"

Dean rinsed off his razor after he completed shaving his beard.

"You sound like I'm going somewhere far away like the moon," he said. He rinsed his face off then put on some after shave gel.

"I'm only asking because Destinee will be in school and D.J. will be at daycare. Now you said that you changed your schedule so that you can be able to pick up the kids from daycare and school and come home. What if my parents or your parents are too busy to pick up the kids?"

"I am sure that they'll take time out of their day to go and get the kids."

"Look, I just don't want you to go to San Francisco again."

Dean gave Renee a confused and irritated look that didn't bother her one bit.

"You can't tell me what to do, Renee. It's not like I'm going to there to party."

"True but I just don't think you need to go up north. Even if it is for a week, you don't have to go."

"Renee, I'm going and that's that."

"I don't want you to go."

"Renee, I don't want to hear another word about this. Now I said I'm going and that's that." Dean walked out of the bathroom and into the room to get ready for work.

Renee came in, stood next to Dean, and folded her arms across her chest.

"I. Do. Not. Want. You. To. Go," she said slowly.

Dean unraveled his towel and put on some boxers and his jeans. He leaned close to Renee's face and glared into her eyeballs.

"I. Do. Not. Care. If. You. Do. Not. Want. Me. To. Go," he said. He grabbed a t-shirt, put it on, then closed his drawer.

"Dammit, Dean, don't you understand why I don't want you to go?"

"I get that you want me to stay here. I understand. But this is still my job. If you were offered the chance to attend a beauty contest for beauty school, I wouldn't stop you."

"I'd make sure it's local."

"Is that why you're mad? Because San Francisco is way up north? It's still here in the state of California for crying out loud."

"Yeah but that does not change the fact it's still up north and it's not right around the corner, Dean!"

"Last time you were not against me going up north but now all of a sudden you are. It's not like I'm leaving you and the kids stranded, Renee." Dean walked over to his nightstand and unplugged his phone from the charger.

"That was before I started beauty school. I had a bit more time on my hands. But now, things are a bit different."

"You'll be fine. Just let your parents know what's going on when the time is right. I know I will tell my parents I'll be leaving for San Fran and ask them if they can look after the kids while I'm gone."

"I still don't want you to go."

"I don't care, Renee! I don't care!" Dean grabbed his wallet and shoved it in his wallet while looking for his keys. He began to mumble under his breath. "I swear, man…"

"What?"

"Nothing!"

Renee eyed Dean's truck keys on the dresser and quickly grabbed them before he could and threw them at his chest. He frowned at Renee and shook his head as he reached down to pick up his truck keys. She then slapped him twice across his face. Dean didn't do or say anything as he turned to walk out of the room. Renee stood in front of the door and blocked Dean from leaving.

"So, you're just going to not give two shits about me not wanting you to go to San Francisco because it's something you want to do, so yeah, fuck how I feel, huh?"

"I've already made my decision and I'm going to tell my boss."

"So that's how it's going to be?"

"Yes."

Dean gently pushed Renee out of the way and walked out of the room.