[an]. First off, thank you so much for all of the reviews on the last chapter. It was so amazing receiving so many amazing reviews from you all.
Second, Sorry for the delay. I have had quite a lot going on personally that has kept me from writing. I hope you are all ready for this update and everything else that comes next. :)
Don't worry you do find out what Amelia chose in this chapter, just not right away.
I know this chapter is on the shorter side but don't worry the next chapter will be longer. This chapter was just in response to the last chapter.
[disclaimer] just another girl writing fanfic.
Between the Raindrops
"Follow your heart. Even though it's on your left, it's always right."
-Fannila Tobelli
Dean sat alone in the lobby. He bounced his knee, tapping his fingers rhythmically on his thigh, as he watched each passersby. He was surprised no one had stopped to talk to him, although he had noticed a few lingering glances.
He let out a sigh of relief when Amelia stepped out into the busy lobby. His relieved expression quickly turned to one of worry as she approached him. It was obvious the meeting had not gone well. She was tucking her cellphone back into her purse as she approached him.
"Is everything okay, Amelia?"
She gave a half-hearted smile and nodded, "Everything is fine. Why don't we head to the store." She grabbed her car keys out of her purse and quickly headed toward the front door.
"Why don't I believe you?" He asked as he jogged to catch up with her quick strides. "I can tell by your expression you are upset - what did they say to you in there?" He caught the door as someone else stepped inside the building and held it open for her.
"It's nothing, don't worry about it." She led the way across the street to the parking garage.
"You can talk to me too, you know. I am a pretty good listener." He persisted as he followed her across the street.
"I know… I have it under control though. It's not something you need to worry about it."
"I thought you said things are better when you talk them out."
Amelia sighed as she unlocked the doors to her car. "I was wrong. There are some things that talking can't fix."
He reached out and grabbed her arm, forcing her to stop in her tracks. He stepped in front of her, blocking her path toward the car. "If I am going to be open with you, I need to know you can do the same with me. If you were here that means it has something to do with you working with me. What is going on?" He frowned when he noticed her glassy eyes. "Amelia -"
"Later, Jon please." She stepped around him and opened the driver's side door.
He sighed. There was no way he was going to get her to talk to him - he would have to wait. "Amelia, do you want me to drive?"
"I'll be fine, thank you anyway."
He nodded and got into the car.
-x-x-x-
Amelia seemed less tense after their trip to the grocery store. They picked up a few groceries for their stay at her house. She also stopped at PetSmart to pick up some things for Lennox while they were traveling. After the short drive home, Dean helped her carry all of the bags into the house.
Dean began to unpack the grocery bags while Amelia collected the pots and pans to begin cooking dinner. She grabbed two potatoes and put them in to bake. She filled a pot with water and set up the vegetable steamer basket.
He pulled the steaks out of the bag and sat them on the counter beside her. A wave of uneasiness washed over her as he paused for a moment to observe her. She stepped away from the stove and grabbed the head of broccoli out of the shopping bag.
"I'm sorry if I was short with you earlier." She grabbed a knife out of the drawer.
He leaned against the counter, his arms crossed. "You weren't short with me. I do wish you would tell me what is going on though. I could tell the second you stepped out of that office that something was wrong."
Amelia inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. It was his case; he had every right to know. She just didn't know how to tell him. She knew it was inevitable… it had to be sooner rather than later…. Before someone else contacted him to tell him.
"Jon, it's complicated…" She began cutting the head of broccoli.
'I think I can handle it, Amelia."
"My boss wanted to meet with me about what happened at RAW."
"What do you mean?" He frowned.
She felt his gaze on her as she went to the sink and rinsed off the broccoli florets before dropping them in the steamer basket.
"About me kissing you. It wasn't ethical."
"It wasn't real."
"It doesn't matter. It was on TV and it is all over the internet. I have an obligation to be professional with my clients and I acted unethically." She ripped open the package of steaks and seasoned the meat. She then put them in a pan to cook.
"So you got in trouble?"
"Yes."
"How much trouble?"
"That's not important. What's important is -" She sighed when her phone rang. She glanced at the caller id. "Sorry, I have to take this. Can you keep an eye on the food please."
She walked out of the kitchen and accepted the call, "Amelia Blum."
"Miss Blum… I am sorry I wasn't able to respond to your message sooner."
'It's alright, sir. I know you are a very busy man."
"Well, regardless. I want to apologize for any inconvenience that this has caused you. I want you to know I have taken care of the situation. As soon as your contract with WWE is expired you can return to work with your employer."
Amelia let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you sir. I appreciate your assistance with the matter."
"You're very welcome. I will see you Monday Night."
Amelia felt the fresh sting of tears as she hung up the phone. A wave of relief cascaded over her. She took several deep breaths to calm herself. Everything was going to be okay.
"Amelia!" Dean called from the kitchen. "I think I might be overcooking these steaks!"
Amelia smiled as she wiped at the few stray tears that had escaped and slid down her cheeks. She tucked her phone into her pocket and walked back to the kitchen.
"I got it." She smiled and took the spatula that Dean was holding. "How about you set the table?"
"I think that is a good idea." He stepped away from the stove and grabbed two plates out of the cupboard.
She laughed at his honesty as she flipped the steaks. She checked the broccoli and baked potatoes.
He added silverware and drinks to the table. Amelia removed the broccoli from the steamer and put it into a bowl.
"Was everything okay? You know with your call?"
"Yes it was actually very good news." She grabbed the potatoes out of the oven and sat one on each of the plates he had set.
"That is good." He watched her as she carried the broccoli over to the table before getting the steaks. She served their steaks and took care of the pan before joining him at the table.
"I hope it is okay. It has been a long time since I have cooked steak."
"It looks great. You know it has been a long time since I have had this many home cooked meals. I am going to either have to get a cook or take a cooking class when you aren't around anymore because a man can get used to this." He cut his steak and took a bite.
Amelia laughed. "Well I have plenty of time to teach you some tips so you can handle yourself in the kitchen."
"I have a feeling that would be better than taking a cooking class."
"We'll have to wait an see."
The duo ate in comfortable silence for several minutes before Dean looked at her and frowned. "Amelia?"
"Yea?"
"Before you got your phone call - what were you going to say?"
"Oh," Amelia smiled, "I was just going to say the important thing is, I'm not going anywhere."
an. there will be a little time jump in the next chapter. I figured it might be weird putting it in the same chapter so I am going to stop here. I know this chapter was short but, I hope you all still enjoyed it.
Obviously, Amelia decided to stay with Dean & quit her job. Yes, Dean will find out what happened later. :) things will be picking up very soon - so I hope you are all still interested. Thanks for reading.
