"Never Missed You More."

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"It's been 3 days, Seth." Dean stood on his patio, doing what seemed like his morning routine. Blowing a gust of cigarette smoke out of his mouth, he leaned against the railing and sighed. "You should have called by now." Dean whispered to himself. He missed Seth's voice. He missed everything about him and he knew it was his fault. Why couldn't he just be happy? Why, for once in his miserable existence couldn't get just be fucking happy? He needed something to happen in order to keep going, otherwise he'd shut down like he did before and do shit that he'll regret later. He scoffed. As if he hadn't make enough mistake in the past 2 months alone.

Shaking his head, he flicked the cigarette over the railing and headed into the kitchen. Trying to take his mind off things, he started to make breakfast. As he was cooking the eggs, he heard the bedroom door open.

"Good morning, Chef."

Dean laughed, turning away from the stove to look at Leana. "Good morning, troll."

She glared at him before flipping him off. "Fuck you. Don't talk about my hair."

"The least you can do is smooth it down. Please, you're scaring me."

She laughed. "Shut the hell up, Poppy."

He frowned, turning back to the stove to turn over the omelet. "I told you not to call me that."

"Why not? What's wrong with it?"

"I just don't like the nickname, Leana."

"You didn't have a problem with it before."

He threw the spatula down and faced her. "Yeah, before you fucking left without a damn word as to where you were going! Didn't you think about me... about your family before you disappeared, Leana? We were worried sick."

"I'm sorry. I had to do what was right for me."

Shaking his head, he turned off the stove and pushed the skillet off the burner. Leaning his hands against the counter, he closed his eyes. "You've been here 3 weeks now and still haven't offered up an explanation."

"I don't feel like I owe you anything, Dean."

"Of course you don't." He looked at her again. "Of course because you're still the same self-centered, spoiled little bitch that you've always been."

"Don't talk to me like that! You don't know what the hell I've been through."

"Oh, and I haven't been through enough? But when I don't want to talk about something, you throw a damn hissy fit and want to get mad because you didn't get your way. Stop that shit, Leana. You're 26 years old. Grow the fuck up."

She laughed out of anger to keep herself from crying. "You obviously woke up in the wrong side of the bed this morning so I'm just going to leave you alone."

"I woke up on the wrong side because you were hogging my side."

"You weren't complaining last night."

"That's because I didn't want to hear you bitching and moaning."

"Please, you love when I bitch and moan."

He sighed, shaking his head and staring at her. "You really get on my nerves."

"No, I don't. You're just in a mood. What's going on?"

"I don't want to talk about it." He said, throwing her words back at her. "I'm hungry. Are we going to eat or are you going to keep bitching?"

"Just give me the damn food."

Dean finished cooking and fixed their plates before sitting on the stool next to her. For a few minutes, they ate in silence before Leana spoke.

"I have another appointment next week." She said, setting her cup of juice down on the counter.

"So quickly? You just had one."

"I have health issues so they want to keep a close look at me. It's nothing major."

"Are you sure?" He turned in his stool and reached over to move the hair from her face.

She put her hand over his and looked at Dean. "I'm fine. It's something that happened a while ago." She looked away for a minute before staring in his eyes. "I'm alright. I promise."

"Okay." He nodded. "Let me know if you feel weird or anything. I don't want anything happening to you."

She smiled. "Are you going to be like this for the next 9 months?"

"If I need to be, I will."

Still smiling, she got off the bar stool and stood in between his legs, wrapping her arms around his waist. "You're going to be a good father, you know that?"

He looked down at her and, for some reason, had the overpowering feeling to kiss her. "And you're going to be an amazing mother." He whispered back. He couldn't kiss her... he couldn't confuse himself anymore than he already was. "We're going to be great parents."

"We have to protect her from the shit we went through. I don't want her suffering."

He smiled. "Who said we're having a girl? It's going to be a boy."

She rolled her eyes, smiling back. "No, it's going to be a girl and her name is going to be Maritza."

"Maritza? No, we're having a Jr and you're going to like it."

"I don't think the world can handle two Dean Ambroses'"

"Well, they're just going to have to deal with it."

She laughed, moving back to her seat. "We shall see what happens. Either way, I'm going to love our baby."

"Our baby," He whispered back, liking the sound of that. 'Fuck.' He thought to himself. 'I'm never going to catch a break.'

They continued to eat, talking about baby stuff. When they were finished, they threw the dishes in the dishwasher and sat on the couch. Dean laid down, putting his head on Leana's lap as she began to play with his hair.

"What's going on between you and Seth?"

Dean closed his eyes. He hadn't told Leana about the fight. "I told him about the pregnancy."

"Oh... what did he have to say?"

"He got pissed off and started yelling."

Leana sighed, slipping her fingers in his hair. "I'm sorry, Dean. I really didn't mean to cause any drama."

"It was my fault. You didn't know about me and Seth when you came back and I should have kept my dick in my pants."

"How pissed off did he get?"

Dean turned his head away as tears built up in his eyes. "I think it's over." He managed through a whisper. "I told him when he calms down to call me and it's been three days."

"He can still call, Dean. Give him some time."

"Whatever, I don't care." He said, trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince Leana. He stood up and began walking to the bathroom. "I'm going to shower."

Seth was drenched in sweat and it wasn't even the afternoon yet. After waking up at 7 am, barely sleeping all night to begin with, he decided to head to the basketball court and get his mind off things. Of course, it didn't work. He kept imagining Leana and Dean with a baby, living happy while he's miserable in his own bubble. Throwing the ball from half court, he watched as it bounced off the rim and rolled away. He closing his eyes, moved the matted sweaty hair from his face, and sighed. He should probably get home before his one night stand from last night woke up. He groaned, thinking about the man he'd brought him. He was slowly turning into Dean, drowning himself in other people in order to forget about it. As good as it felt, he couldn't even enjoy himself. All the thought about was Dean... all he wanted was to be with Dean.

Heading home, he hoped the man decided to leave for himself so he wasn't have to face him. He couldn't, or much less wanted, to deal with him, or anyone for that matter. He opened the door and went into his room, seeing that it was empty. "Thank God." He said to himself, as he began to strip out of his clothes. He needed to go meet his sister for lunch in an hour, so he quickly showered and got dressed before heading back out.

"Hey, sis." Seth said, when he spotted her sitting on a booth. He kissed her cheek before sitting across from her.

"Hey, bro. How are you?"

He shrugged. "I've been better. I'm not in the mood to talk about me, though. How are you? Tell me about your honeymoon."

Marie glowed as she told her little brother about her honeymoon in the Bahamas. Seth tried to pay attention, but all he could think about was Dean and the shit that'd been happening. So many times he wanted to call Dean and forgive him for what he did, but he just couldn't keep his pride down long enough to make the call.

"We're thinking about having a baby."

Seth's head snapped back at that statement. "You're what?"

Marie blushed. "We've been trying for a while now. He really wants a little boy."

Seth threw his arms up, suddenly angry. "Great. You want a baby, Leana's fucking pregnant. Everyone seems to be completely happy but me. What the hell did I do to deserve all this pain? I've never done anything bad to a single soul yet I'm the one being stomped on and tossed around like a fucking rag doll." He rumbled.

"Whoa, Seth. What's going on? Who is Leana?"

He pressed his palms against his eyes as he sighed. "I've just been going through shit, Marie. I'm so tired of this shit."

"Tell me." She whispered, grabbing her brother's hand.

"Dean's having a kid." He mumbled, the words leaving a bad taste in his mouth.

"Dean? But I thought you two..."

"Yeah, I thought so, too." He said, shaking his head. "I thought he actually changed and actually wanted to be with me, but he goes and gets some girl pregnant." He shrugged. "I don't know. I don't fucking know anymore, Marie. I'm on the verge of leaving this God forsaken state so I don't have to see them together."

"You're thinking about moving? Seth, seriously, you can't leave."

"What's left here besides you, Marie? Mom and dad don't even look at me the same, I don't think Roman can accept the fact that Dean and I are gay. Dean is a fucking retarded asshole who keeps breaking my heart. And in 9 months, there's going to be a mini him running around here. I can't take this."

Marie sighed and moved to the other side of the table, sitting next to her brother and hugging him. "I love you for you, Seth. You're my brother and that's not going to change. Mom and dad, they're old, but they're going to learn to accept you sooner and later. And Dean is just another guy. There's a lot more other there that would be happy to be with you."

Tears stung in Seth's eyes. "I don't want anyone else. I want Dean. I'm in love with the idiot."

Marie tried to comfort her brother, but nothing could fix what Seth was going through. After a while, Seth and Marie said their goodbyes and Seth headed home, driving as tears clouded his vision. He told himself that this was the last time he was going to cry for Dean Ambrose. He couldn't allow the man to have this much affect on him while he's moving on with his life.

Getting home, Seth closed and locked his door, laid on the living room floor and cried his heart out for the love of his dreams that died before it was able to start.