I felt the air move beside me and a broad shoulder sat next to me, I knew who it was, it wasn't Dean and unless Dean had suddenly hired a Samoan body builder. There was so much to say but I had no idea how to put it in to words.

"We fucked up," Roman said.

"Oh you don't say," I shook my head and started picking the loose rubber off my flipflops. "Do you even want to be a parent?"

"I've never thought about it." He said honestly, "I mean I hadn't ruled it out," I looked up at him.

"I never wanted kids, and I certainly don't want a kid if it's not with Dean," I told.

"That's a horrible thing to say," Roman snapped, I looked up to him I knew it was a disgusting thing for a mother to say the day after she gave birth. "Don't let the situation talk for you Flynn,"

"Don't go trying to be my best friend now Roman," I snapped.

"Calm down, we both did this," he pointed out. "We both participated that night whether we remember it or not, now we have to deal with the consequences and do what's right by our son" I cringed and looked away.

"I love you Ro, but it's all just so wrong," I whined

"I know, Girl." He said wrapping his arm around me. "We'll figure it out." He said as I put my head on his shoulder.

"Are you alright with his name?"

"Yeah, the name is fine," he smiled.

"Dean doesn't deserve this," I said softly.

"Once Dean gets over the shock, he'll realize you didn't willingly have someone else's child," Roman said softly.

"Have you ever seen Dean as alive as when he was talking about our life with this baby?" I asked. Roman looked to the edge of the pavement

"No," he said regretfully.

"We'll never see that again," I said honestly, "We'll never see Dean like that again." I sighed. "I don't care what he's done over his life; I'm not okay with that,"

"We all just need time to get used to it," Roman said openly. "There's not really much else to do," I looked up at him as he looked at me. "We just have to adapt we might lose Dean and Ellen, but what ever happens, we have to adapt to what we have, he's going to be here for as long as we are alive."

"You're right," I agreed, the thought of the hurt Dean was going through was sending me insane but Roman was right, there was nothing we could do about it, Seth was here Seth was staying we had to adapt to that. I stood up soothing the legs of my jeans before turning toward the door.

"Flynn," Roman said shooting to his feet. I turned around and looked up in to his blue eyes that were softer then I had ever seen them. "Thanks,"

I jolted my head to one side and furrowed my brows. "For what?"

"For giving me a son," he said I went to shake my head and walk off but he wrapped his arms around me squeezing me tight I loved Roman he was one of my best friends, I hugged him back, even though I hated the fact that I had a son with him.

I pulled back and walked inside, I had forgotten up until that point that I had three stitches in my vagina and that there was blood rushing out I fixed myself in the bathroom then walked out to see Dean sitting on the stair case. I walked over and grabbed his arm as I walked past pulling him up the stairs with me. He hesitated before doing so. I led him to the bedroom as of this exact moment I had no idea what to do. I had no idea how to fix this. I dropped his hand and faced him looking at his face trying to catch hold of his eyes but he kept looking around the room jiggling his leg. He was broken, he was. . . Moxley again.

"Say something," I begged, his eyes snapped up to mine.

"There's nothing to say," he said walking past me toward the closet.

"I know I fucked up, okay?" I said holding my arms out to the side of me.

"We all fucked up Flynn," he scolded. "I cant be mad at you for this because I gave you permission to do it."

"I still did the wrong thing," I told, "I still slept with some one else," he told.

"We were both going to,"

"But you didn't," I yelled, "you stopped, you respected me enough not to,"

"You don't respect me,"

"Of course I do Dean," I snapped. "I remember waking the next morning and Roman and I agreeing that we wouldn't have because we respected you both too much," I told

"I thought you didn't remember,"

"I don't," I yelled. "Not doing it," Dean bulged his eyes. "I mean it obviously did, you've only got to look at the kid."

"Seth,"

"What?"

"Seth, he's name is Seth," Dean snapped, "Flynn, your child's name is Seth, you can't blame him, you had him, he's yours"

"He's not ours," I cried.

"It's not his fault,"

I sighed and closed my eyes. It hurt to hear it, I don't think it would have mattered if anyone else said it but Dean saying it hurt badly.

"I know," I paused. "It's mine, and Roman's."

"No," Dean said shaking his head. "It is no one's fault; it's just a situation four best friends have found the selves in,"

I looked at him; he was acting completely different from how he would usually act in these situation. "Why can't you just act like yourself right now, scream or break something," I demanded.

"No," Dean sighed.

"You're not angry,"

"No," he admitted.

"You're not hurt?"

"I'm heartbroken," he said honestly, "I'm so bitterly disappointed I can't understand any of it, but I'm not going to hate you for it Flynn, I'm not going to go down stairs and hit Roman," he pointed out. "We're all in the same boat."

"I don't know why you don't hate us,"

"Because you didn't do anything to hurt me, out of all the thing's I've admitted doing to hurt you, you haven't done anything to hurt me, you'd never hurt my like this on purpose Flynn, I could never hate you," I'd never heard so much emotion come out of his mouth toward me, as much as he was right, I'd never hurt him, not knowingly it still didn't ease the guilt I felt right now. I closed my eyes to hold tears back and felt the softest strongest arms wrap around my shoulders. I pushed my arms round his waist shaking in to hysterics as he hugged me tightly. I stayed still as long as he was willing to hold me I didn't want to move I didn't want to leave this hug. "Besides, I don't think I could think of a better pair to raise a kid then you and Roman." He said pulling back. I looked up at his smile, it was forced, but I loved it.