When Seth got back home he was slightly drunk and CJ had fallen asleep after talking to Dean for a couple hours. He was a bit disappointed to see that she had gotten into some pajamas, since all he wanted right now was to be buried in her warmth. They'd slept like that before, but even drunk Seth had a couple of his manners in tact. Only a couple, since he had flopped onto the bed to kick off his shoes, and even leaned back and used her as a support while he tried to get undressed.
"God, Seth, get off." CJ mumbled, moving so he would get the gist to get off of her.
"I can't get my pants off." Seth groaned and she sighed, but made no move to help him, since she didn't coddle drunk people. He got drunk and now that was his problem. "You could help."
"That's not my specialty, nor is it my problem. Just go to bed, Seth."
"This is not how a relationship works. Can I at least have a kiss?" Seth asked, leaning over her shoulder to which she scrunched her nose in distaste when she smelled the alcohol on his breath.
"No, because you've been drinking."
"C'mon, baby, just one and I'll leave you alone."
"No."
"Babe, please? Just one. Don't be a bitch."
"Let me sleep."
"Gimmie a kiss. You would've kissed Dean, and you know it." CJ, upon realizing that she was out options, did the one thing that she knew would shut him up. She sat up, grabbed her pillow, hit him with it, then took it out of the room. Seth was in a state of shock, not expecting that assault out of his girlfriend and definitely not expecting her to abandon her bed to go sleep on the couch. But he was drunk and mad at her negligence so he didn't care about her sleeping on the couch.
Once CJ got comfortable on the couch, having not bothered with pulling it out into a bed, she pulled out her phone to text Dean. Their phone call about feelings had somehow turned into serenading each other to old rock songs and she had fallen asleep to Billy Joel's "Piano Man" in the style of Dean Ambrose which, in her opinion, wasn't a bad way to go out.
'Sorry I fell asleep on you' Even though she was certain that being casual might send Dean a mixed signal, she needed to talk to somebody who wasn't drunk.
'I don't mind. What woke you up?' His reply came five minutes later, and she felt like she possibly woke him up.
'Kevin wanting to play. He's a little ball of energy and Seth needs his sleep.'
'And you don't? CJ you're pregnant. You should be getting your sleep too.'
'I know. I'm just not tired I guess.' That was a lie. She knew that Dean would know that was a lie, and she knew for sure that he was calling her bluff when he called her.
"That's bullshit and you know it."
"Hello to you, too." She spoke softly, smirk playing on her lips as she tapped her feet on the arm of the couch. "You sound tired."
"CJ, what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. Why does everyone assume that something is wrong with me?"
"Because there's always something bothering you." Dean reasoned, his tone telling her that she wasn't allowed to argue his point. "You carry the world on your shoulders and you're constantly bothered."
"Dean, I'm fine."
"You weren't fine earlier, and I know that whatever nap you had didn't fix it. Talk to me, CJ."
Fuck. CJ thought to herself as Dean's side of the line went quiet and she looked up at the ceiling. A few moments of silence passed between them, she could hear Dean shuffling with something while she counted the little specks on the ceiling.
"I've been thinking about something Seth asked me earlier." She started, feeling that now was as good a time as any to talk to him about what was really on her mind other than her boyfriend that was currently an asshole.
"He proposed, didn't he? Son of a-"
"No." CJ quickly cut him off, knowing that it'd be a while before she ever got married and she'd probably prefer marrying Dean, who didn't have a large family to impress, over Seth, who had a mother with an opinion the size of Canada that felt like it was more important than the whole continent of North America. "It'll be a while before that happens."
"Good. What did he ask?"
"He wanted to know how things were going to work between the three of us, since you want to be supportive during the pregnancy and be a father to your child, and he's not giving me up if Bray Wyatt is wrong." CJ started, lightly drumming her free hand against her stomach. "I didn't know what to say, or what to do, because I've never really thought about it."
"Did he have any grand suggestions?"
"He said that he'd be willing to have you move to Iowa and live with us, but to be honest I don't think he could handle it."
"He couldn't. Seth is way too possessive. Besides, it gets cold in Iowa during the winter and it snows there. I love you and our kid, but I can't do snow. I wouldn't want to live that close to Seth's parents, either. His mom is kind of..." Dean trailed off, and CJ nodded. There was no way to describe how Seth's mom could get.
"Oh god, I know." She groaned softly. "The woman told me I was useless because I can't use a lighter."
"Every time I see her she tells me that I need to quit smoking, not drink so much, and find a good woman to settle down with. Could you imagine the way she'd look at me when she found out that you, me, and Seth lived together because you had both our kids?" Dean asked and CJ nodded once again, not at all prepared for what would happen when she gave birth. Hopefully they didn't look too different from one another and both looked more like her than their fathers. "Fuck us, right?"
"She doesn't know I'm pregnant yet." CJ said quietly, looking over the back of the couch to make sure Seth wasn't nearby. The last thing she needed was for him to hear her talking bad about his mother with Dean, of all people. "He said that he'd tell her soon, but he leaves Saturday morning and I think I'm going to start showing soon."
"I get this sinking feeling that she's going to hate you." Dean laughed and CJ nodded.
"Tell me about it. It's bad enough that my hormones confuse me more than I ever could, but add in a constant reminder that I'm a whore? Fuck me sideways."
"I've done that to you already, it was so great."
"I think that's how I got pregnant in the first place." CJ laughed, stopping to yawn.
"Somebody is still tired." Dean commented and CJ nodded, shifting to lay on her side. "You can go to sleep, if you want to, CJ."
"But I wanted to talk to you about what you thought we should do. I'm tired of you guys putting decisions on me already, and-"
"I don't know. I'll think about it, okay? Make sure you tell Seth about not wanting to make all the decisions, and you put some thought into it too. No matter what Seth and I think, we both want what's best for you and only you know what'll be best for you right now."
"You're right." CJ sighed, adjusting her pants. "This is just so hard, Dean."
"I'm fuckin' miserable without you and if we could go back to that night, just so I could approach the situation differently, I definitely would."
"I know, Dean. But we'd still be in this situation, only the tables would be turned. Being honest, I think this was the best way for all this to happen. I've been forced to look at things in ways I never would have though of." That was her way of saying that she never would have considered going to a therapist if she was with Dean, but she wasn't telling anybody about therapy just yet.
"Are you saying that Seth is the better guy for you?"
"No. It's hard to explain but I can tell you that I'll never be sure who the 'better guy' for me is. You're both two different guys who offer me two different things that I desperately need."
"I know, honeybee."
"Why do you call me honeybee?" CJ asked, hoping he would finally tell her. He always used to dodge the subject, so she was hoping he was guilty enough to just tell her.
"Because I saw somewhere that honeybees have really small brains, but they also have this weird ability to learn and remember things."
"So...it's because I have a tiny brain?" CJ asked, fighting the urge to laugh at the nervous stammering that came from the blonde on the other line.
"Uh, well- fuck- that's- uh- definitely not how that was supposed to sound. That wasn't everything I wanted to say, either."
"Please continue, then." She laughed, pressing her face into the couch to muffle the sound. She didn't want to wake up Seth.
"And they're good at calculating shit, and you're always calculating your next move, y'know? Plus they're pretty cool and necessary for human life, and you're necessary for my life."
"Did you fall asleep to Nat Geo one night?" CJ asked and he chuckled.
"Maybe. Why did you call me honey badger?"
"Because if I had to compare you to any animal, it'd be the honey badger. You're fearless, tough, smart, and vicious when you need to be. And you're cute."
"You think honey badgers are cute?"
"How could you not? And they're just so bad ass."
"That bad boy thing gets all the ladies, I suppose you're just a victim of the stereotype." Dean mused with a chuckle, and CJ yawned.
"How are you using such big words so late in the night?"
"Stereotype?"
"No, victim." She joked, smiling when Dean let out a hearty laugh.
"I- ah- I hope our kid takes after you and is adorable as hell when he's tired."
"Who said it'd be a boy?"
"I'm hoping its a boy, because I don't think I could handle having a girl. Between the two of us and our great genetics, she'd probably be an eleven and I don't think I'll be in the mood to beat all those dirty boys away with a stick."
"Dirty boys like you?" CJ asked with a smirk, yawning again as he laughed.
"If she brought home a guy like me, I don't know what I'd do. Probably buy a gun and kick his ass, but still. This is why I want a boy."
"I can understand."
"What's it going to take to put you out for the night? Not that I don't love talking to you, but you should be sleeping, CJ."
"Just keep talking to me. I'll be out soon. What did you have for dinner?"
"Well, I woke up at around dinner time and drank the strawberry milk I bought at the airport, then I ordered some Thai food from that place you liked."
"Thai sounds soo good right now. Holy shit."
"Cravings?"
"Mhm. Keep saying words, Dean. Please."
"You got it, your highness."
When Seth's internal clock woke him up at six thirty, he was surprised to see that CJ wasn't in bed. The blonde had never really been much of a morning person, her pregnancy only made her less of a morning person. So seeing that she wasn't in bed was surprising...until he remembered his actions from the night before.
She really slept on the couch and I'm really a huge dick. Seth scolded himself as he got out of bed, scratching his chest as he made his way out of the bedroom. He felt terrible about how he treated her and knew that she really didn't deserve it. It was bad enough that she felt bad about loving both him and Dean, but the comment he made probably only made her feel worse about it.
He tried his hardest not to make it sound like a stampede was coming down the stairs, but he was in a rush to make amends so whatever thuds were heard he'd apologize for later. Kevin trotted happily behind him, completely unaware of Seth's current distress as he followed the two toned man down the stairs and to the back door. Once Kevin was taken care if, Seth went into the living room to see CJ fast asleep on the couch with her phone in her hand and looking cold.
"Why didn't you grab a blanket, silly girl?" Seth asked quietly as he carefully picked her up from her position on the couch and cradled her in his arms. She stirred slightly, to which he shushed her like a parent would try to soothe a child back to sleep.
"Seth?"
"It's me, babe. I'm just carrying you up to bed. Go back to sleep."
"You were a dick last night."
"I know, and I'm sorry." He said softly as he started the ascent up the stairs and she nodded against his shoulder.
"If you do it again, I'll kick your ass." CJ warned, lightly slapping his cheek before she closed her eyes.
"I'll do better for you." He assured, laying her back down and tucking her in bed, being sure that she was in the spot that was still warm from where he was laying. "You had to be freezing down there, why didn't you grab a blanket?"
"I didn't think about it. Will you cuddle with me?"
"Of course, babe." Since her eyes were still closed, she couldn't see the relieved smile that spread across her boyfriend's features. Relief didn't scratch the surface of what he was feeling at being so quickly forgiven, but she'd most likely surprise him later in the day with some bullshit related to the incident. She always kept him on his toes. "Better?" Seth asked once she was locked in his warm embrace, her back to his chest.
"Mhm."
"Y'know, we never celebrated your birthday." He commented, feeling her shrug. "I didn't even get you anything."
"I was with Adam and Beth, we all went and got ice cream. You're the only person on the active roster who knows when my birthday is, so I'm not surprised nor do I care that it wasn't celebrated. Big parties in my honor aren't my thing."
"But-"
"Drop it, Seth." Her pajamas may have had ducks on them, but he knew damn well to take her seriously when she told him to drop a subject. He was just surprised to hear that she wanted nothing to do with her birthday. He couldn't understand why, but he would leave her alone about it.
Even if he wanted to throw her a party.
"How do you get drunk when you're at dinner with your family, anyways?" CJ asked and Seth bit back a chuckle.
"With my family, easily. Something has to make my mom's constant babbling about me getting married bearable. That's a while away for us, beautiful."
"We are so far from ready for that." CJ agreed, nestling back into Seth and smiling at the warmth he radiated. "You're always so warm and I like it."
I thought getting the work that I brought home would take much longer than just an hour and drank some coffee and I couldn't sleep so there's going to be a lot of writing going on until I crash. Maybe an update on this one or another story of mine that I've been neglecting. I dunno.
Thanks to ArtisticLullaby, ChelleLew, Sarcastic Nightmare, UntilNeverDawns, Dixiewinxwrites12, TaijiaK, and angelsdee327 for reviewing the last chapter! And thanks to Guest for reviewing the chapter before the last one! I appreciate it!
