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"Can we do the test?"
Brit paced back and forth in an empty hall of the arena, waiting around for Seth who had been ambushed for a back stage interview following her intergender match against Dean. It wasn't much of a match as Seth forced Brit to deliver Brits and Pieces to pick up an easy win. As Seth looked on, his grin soon fell as Dean rose to his feet with his head in his hands as he faced her. Slowly they closed the space between them, Brit planting a kiss on his lips as she apologized, ending their segment with a shouting match involving Seth.
The feeling backstage was tense as Dean and Brit entered through the curtain after Seth, both men glaring at one another before venturing off. As Dean made his way through the hallway, he was hopeful in seeing Jake again. It took one look at the little boy for him to finally realize he made a mistake in waiting so long to know if he was his son.
Brit couldn't comprehend the repercussions if she agreed to Dean's request. She would lose Seth indefinitely, more so then what it already felt like. But denying her child the right to know who his real father actually is was wrong and she was beginning to understand that as her and Dean spent more and more time together.
"Britney?" she heard her name called out. It was Seth, and his voice sounded so strained. She stopped her pacing, turning to face him for the first time in what seemed like forever. The pain in his dark eyes was something she hadn't seen in awhile, merely turning her stomach violently. That alone wasn't going to make this revelation any simpler.
"Where's Jake?" he mumbled.
"Mom brought him back to the hotel to sleep," she said.
He nodded, propping himself against the wall. "So... How you been?"
"Okay," she shrugged, unsure if that was really a true statement.
"Something's on your mind... You look a million miles away, Brit," Seth said.
She sighed, folding her arms across her chest as she leaned beside him, unable to keep this bottled up any longer. "I can't keep living like this, Seth" she started.
"I know..." he agreed, growing tired of their constant arguments resulting in painful distance.
Shaking her head, she prepared herself for his reaction as she continued. "I'm not talking about the fight."
Seth just stared with such a blank, confused look as he raked his mind for any idea of what she meant.
"I'm talking about Jacob," she struggled to utter.
"What about him Britney?" Seth asked hesitantly, not liking the way any of this was heading.
Taking a deep breath, she mentally prepared herself. "I think we need the test. Dean wants to know. I want to know," she said, watching as Seth flinched in anger. "I can't keep going on like this, not knowing who his father is."
"No," he blurted out, shutting the suggested down without any question. He'd been the one there since day one when Jake was born... He even stuck by Brit's side when he found out she cheated. He invested his life in these two, and there was no chance in hell he was going to give that up to someone like Dean.
"What?" she whispered.
"No," he repeated, his voice harsh. "I don't want any of that... I've been there since day one, Britney. I've been his father the entire time, not Dean. Why the hell is all of this coming up now?"
"Because Dean saw Jacob for the first time, that's why," she informed him. "Why can't you see this how we see it? This is what should have been done from the very beginning."
"You think he's gonna stick around if he really is Jacob's dad? I've been his father without even knowing the truth and I'm not about to give that up lying down, Britney... I'm his dad," he muttered, leaving her alone in the hall before he completely lost it.
X
"Britney? You're phone is ringing..." Paige informed her as the two lay sprawled out on Brit's bed, with Jake cooing as he rest atop her chest.
"I know," she shrugged, giving no thought about it. Paige made a face, looking at her friend oddly as she reached for the noisy device beside them.
"Aren't you going to answer it?"
Brit couldn't help but laugh. "No."
"What do you mean no?"
"It's Seth... I don't wanna talk to him."
"Okay, okay... What's going on? Why are you ignoring his call?"
"A lot of fucking shit," Brit said, sitting up and placing Jake in her lap. "I don't even know where to start, to be completely honest with you."
Paige was completely blindsided as she gave her friend a questioning look. Clearly Brit was extremely good at hiding whatever the hell was going on between her and Seth. "What the hell happened?"
"Dean wants a DNA test," she said. Paige's mouth hung open in shock, her ears burning from that statement. "And Seth doesn't want anything to do with it."
"Oh my God," Paige muttered, unable to process any of this. "That is insane!"
"Of course I'm still stuck in the middle of this," Brit mumbled.
"What do you want?" Paige asked.
Brit rolled her eyes as her phone jumped off the table, ringing loudly. "I want it..."
"Then why don't you do it? All you need is Jake and Dean to get it done, right?" Paige asked. Brit nodded, holding her boy close in her arms.
"Yeah, but then I flip flop. I'm afraid to know... Seth has invested so much time in us, in Jake. He's always treated him as if he was one hundred percent his son. But on the other hand, how the hell can we keep going on like this? Just going about this blindly without knowing the truth? I can't do it anymore. It's not fair."
Paige nodded. "Just do it, Britney. It may turn out in a way you might not expect but at this point it needs to be done if it's causing so much shit between you, Seth and possibly Dean."
Paige's phone rang and vibrated in her pocket, jolting her small frame. Pulling the device from her sweater, her eyes lit up. "It's Roman," she sang.
"Don't-" Brit mumbled, interrupted as Paige answered the call. "Answer..." she whispered as Paige cringed, realizing it wasn't the greatest idea since Roman was travelling with Seth.
"Roman wants to talk to you," Paige said, clicking the speakerphone button.
"What's up Rome?" Brit asked.
"I'm about to kill your boy as soon as I find him," he gritted into the phone.
"What the hell happened now?"
"He fucking left the gym without me. He got a call and he was acting all secretive so now I'm stuck here, without a car cause we rode together."
"What the fuck..." Brit mumbled. "Roman... What do you need me for?"
"He ain't answering my calls... Thought you could get a hold of him cause I don't remember the fucking name of the hotel even if I called a cab."
"This couldn't have happened at a worse time..."
"Why?" Roman questioned.
"She's kinda not talking to him at the moment..." Paige filled in.
"Well can someone figure out where the fuck he is? Wait, why aren't you talking to him Brit?" Roman couldn't help but wonder.
"Long story... I'll let your wife explain," Brit said with a roll of her eyes as Paige discussed her issues with Seth to Roman.
She placed Jake in the middle of the bed, reaching for her phone beside her. Curiously, she swiped at the screen feeling every bit surprised at the name plastered on her screen from the missed call.
Dean.
X
"Hey," Brit said as Dean sauntered his way over to where she stood leaned against the wall, browsing her phone like a mad women to kill time before the show even started.
"You're here early," he commented, dropping his luggage to the ground. He folded his leather clad arms across his chest, his dark sunglasses hiding his eyes.
"So are you," she said, staring at his figure standing over her.
"Anxious," he explained, shrugging his shoulders as he took his pace beside her. "So... Why didn't you answer the other day?"
With a groan, she threw her head back. "It's a long, 'fucked up and it'll probably make me pissed off' kinda story even if I wanted to tell you."
Dean chuckled. "Sure as hell don't want that, sweetheart."
Brit rolled her eyes at his nickname, glaring as a smirk spread across his face. "Why did you call me anyways?" She mumbled, turning her attention back to her phone.
"Trying to get an answer outta ya about the other day, actually... So, we gonna consider what I wanna do about Jake or what?"
This time she waved her phone in his face, revealing tid bits of information pertaining to their situation. "Here," she said as he grabbed for it. His eyes quickly scanned through the important stuff, surprised that she actually considered his request. There he read information explaining the DNA testing process, and where they needed to go. "So, we're finally gonna do this," He mumbled, handing her the phone.
"Yeah," she nodded.
"So what are you gonna do if he's mine?" Dean asked with a flick of his tongue as if he was spewing venom. It was the ultimate question he wanted to ask Seth, not Brit.
"What are you gonna do? Are you ready for all this, if you're his dad?"
"I was when I found out you were pregnant, Britney."
"Yeah, yeah... I know," she said quietly. There was no denying that Dean had already mentally prepared himself for fatherhood a year ago. He had told her in the past, yet she still found herself questioning.
"Did you see the schedule?" He asked.
Nodding, she felt uneasy. "Yeah... I guess we're travelling together, again." For their overseas tour, Brit and Dean were scheduled to travel for meet and greets earlier than the others- Like they had done a million times before.
"Promise me something..." Dean muttered. "When we come back from the tour, we'll do it then."
"Okay... Promise," she nodded, noticing his nervous twitch as he breathed a sharp, heavy sigh.
"You look like you need an entire carton or two, Dean," she said, a small laugh escaping her lips.
"It's hard with all of this," he started, waving his hands around as if all his problems were hanging in the air. "What's going on tonight? You know yet?" he asked, steering away from the heavy topics driving him to take up smoking again.
"I heard Summer's name being tossed around," Brit snorted.
"Really?" Dean asked, staring down at his feet with a smirk across his face. "I haven't seen her since you left," he admitted.
"Neither have I," she teased. "It should be interesting, but I rather it Big Red in that ring instead."
"Bad blood?" Dean asked.
"I guess so," Brit said. "Seth seems to like her though..."
"Fake tits will do that to a man," Dean shrugged.
"Speak of the devil," Brit mumbled as they spotted Eva walking into the arena with her hair pulled into a high pony tail, looking as if she was going to bust out of her skin tight black dress. "How long do you think she'd last in the ring with me?" Brit laughed, watching as the smirk on Dean's face grew.
"Well, I'd lose if I bet against you. So what does that tell you?" Dean chuckled.
Her smile soon fell as Seth appeared, pulling his luggage in tow. He had his hood over his head, his eyes hidden by dark sunglasses as he descended down the same hall, following Eva in plain sight. Dean noticed the sudden change in Brit's demeanor and it bothered him. He sensed that maybe she knew something was going on between Seth and Eva even if it was just the slightest hint.
Something in his head was screaming at him to tell her everything he knew. He fought with his conflicting thoughts, back and forth until he had enough. Brit was still everything to him and he couldn't sit back any longer knowing Seth was banging Red behind her back, and still coming home at the end of the night playing dad.
With a throaty groan, Dean scratched the back of his head and rubbed at his eyes preparing for the worst. Maybe she wouldn't believe him or tell him he's trying to break her and Seth apart. There was a million ways this could pan out and Dean was hopefully it would work in his favor, once and for all.
"Hey," he started, "Uh, I think you should know somethin'."
Brit folded her arms across her chest; her brows furrowed urging him to continue. "What?" she asked, her eyes locking with his.
"About Eva..." he mumbled as she shook looked on, biting her lip. "Actually, I think you should ask Seth about her."