Mary stared at him for a few silent moments, processing what he had said. She blinked and said, "No."

"Why not?" Bobby demanded. "I'm lying to your parents about you not being here. You said so yourself you need to relax and keep calm, no stressing. Mary, going out onto the road with a kid and uncertainty is kinda stressful."

A bit more than kinda she would admit to herself, but she did have an endgame planned. She just needed to get to Canada and after that they'd be fine.

"Bobby I appreciate this." Mary said softly. "But this really doesn't...you don't have to offer that."

"Yes I do." Bobby shot back. "Mary you're my friend and you're in a really scr-" he glanced at Dean. "horrible position."

"And I'm dealing with it as best as I can." Mary said.

"No you're not!" Bobby cut her off. "I'm offering you help! I'm offering you a chance to relax and take it easy until that baby is outta you."

"Six months is a long time for you to put me and my kid up." Mary reminded him. "Because I'm only at three months."

"Six months isn't as long as you think it is." Bobby shot back.

"I also need to be in touch with some sort of doctor about this." Mary brought up. "I have to have a lot of appointments to make sure that the baby is okay."

"As if we don't have any doctors and have to mosey into town that takes a three day horse ride." Bobby said sarcastically. "We have one of those women doctors and word in town says that she's a good one."

Mary resisted the urge to throw her cup of tea at him. "Bobby-"

"I don't believe in god anymore, if he exists then I don't give a damn." Bobby cut her off once more. "But there was no coincidence that your car broke down right where I live. I'm supposed to help you Mary and I ain't just talking about your car."

They heard the phone ring from the inside and the both of them turned to look towards it. Bobby shot her a look before he went back inside, talking to someone in a low voice.

Mary sighed, rubbing at her eyes as she looked at Dean who was staring back at her curiously. He sipped at his hot chocolate. "Mama?"

"Yes baby?" Mary said, managing a smile at him. She set her cup to the side on the porches wood and held her arms out to him. Dean quickly scurried to her, putting his cup next to hers so that he could climb up onto her lap and curl into her chest.

Mary wrapped her arms around him and tucked him under her chin, just holding him close.

It was appealing, what Bobby was suggesting. Staying in one place like this, away from anyone that might know her, just wait for Sammy to get here and then move on with the three of them, no longer afraid that any wrong move would end up in a miscarriage.

But she couldn't bring herself to say yes. She couldn't ask that of Bobby, all that stress on him and all that responsibility, because no matter what he was going to have a responsibility.

Despite what he said, six months were still a long time, even longer when you were waiting for something especially as important as a baby.

But she was also dependent on him for her car. She needed him to fix it and she had no qualm in believing that he'd refuse to because of this.

Once again she debated to just go into town and find a way to rent a car, trying to figure out how much that would cost her and if it was worth it.

She can't even cut her food budget, Dean was not negotiable in not eating and she had to as well for the baby if not herself.

Watching the rain fall from the porch, Mary tried to figure out what to do. Staying with Bobby...it was helpful. If she didn't and tried to get to Canada, there was no guarantee that she'd find a job soon, especially with the list of necessities that she needed. Time off and understanding of medical appointments. Her previous job was good in that it was a part time job where she could move around shifts with a few other girls.

The check that Ellen had given her would only go so far and she had been planning to use it mainly for rent and not have to worry about that for a bit while she got settled.

All of this was stress upon stress, none of which she could afford to have on Sammy.

If motherhood had taught her anything, it was how to swallow her pride and concede when someone else had the better idea.

That didn't mean that she had to like it.

Bobby rejoined them, thankfully not saying anything more when he saw that Dean was curled up in her lap. Mary rubbed Deans back, just holding onto him as she tried to get her tongue to unstick and speak.

This was for Sammy, if she could eat nothing but greens for another six months she could do this too for him.

"Six months." she said. "I'll stay here for six months and the day after...or maybe the day after the second day, we're gone."

She remembered giving birth to Dean and she had just wanted to curl up and not do a thing other than cuddle with her new baby. She needed to give herself some time to recover before getting back onto the road and away to a new life with the both of them.

Not that having an infant would be any easier in any sort of way.

Bobby nodded rapidly at that, holding his hand out. "Six months and a handful of days." he agreed. Mary stared at him for a long moment before she reached out with her hand and shook his.

Six months. She could do this.

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