After spending her subway gift card on dinner for her, Dean, and Roman, CJ was sitting in the recliner with Kevin in her lap while Dean laid on the floor and Roman laid on the couch with Lola sleeping on his legs. She wanted to know what their plan was, but felt it wasn't her place to ask since she was the girlfriend of the man who betrayed them. So she kept quiet, scratching Kevin behind the ears while she watched the shaky rise and fall of Dean's chest as he breathed. It was still difficult for him to take a deep breath, and he wasn't letting CJ verbally worry about him or tend to his injuries.

As many times as she'd been told it wasn't her fault by the two men in her living room, no matter how many times they told her that they had no bad feelings against her for this happening, she couldn't help but feel guilty for what had happened. Seth did it for her. Why? She didn't know. She wasn't sure she wanted to because she was sure that as soon as she found out she'd probably feel like strangling her boyfriend, and nobody wanted that.

The silence in the living room was deafening, and it was beginning to be too much for the blonde. So stood from her seat, not at all surprised when two sets of eyes immediately shifted to her. After her panic attack neither man was comfortable letting her do anything other than go to the bathroom by herself.

"CJ?" Dean asked, easing himself into a sitting position so he could make better eye contact with her.

"I was going to go to bed." She said softly, looking from Dean to Roman and back to Dean. She could feel the need to cry start to build up and she didn't want either of these men to see her vulnerable again after last night.

"It's seven thirty."

"I'm tired, Ambrose. You try being pregnant. This shit is tiring."

"When was I going to be told about you being pregnant?" Roman asked, picking up his head to look between the two blondes. Dean only shrugged and CJ stared down at him in shock.

"You mean, neither of them told you?" CJ asked, looking to Roman who only shook his head. "I thought they did. You asshole."

"I didn't even know if I would be allowed anywhere near my child after what I said, and I didn't think I had the right to just tell people that you were pregnant." Dean defended himself and CJ shook her head. "Was I wrong for butting out until I knew you didn't hate me?"

"No, you did the right thing. That doesn't explain why Seth didn't say anything." She mumbled, biting on the tip of her finger while Roman continued to look between the two.

"What happened between you two? If you don't mind my asking." Roman noticed the way Dean looked to CJ, almost as if asking permission to tell the tale. She shrugged, making it Dean's decision. He was the one who fucked up, it wasn't her place to tell everybody about it since he was obviously ashamed of his actions.

"I tried using her career as an excuse to get rid of the baby because I wanted to be with her but I was just scared about being a father." Dean admitted, totally catching Roman off guard. He knew it was bad, but he wasn't expecting that. "But I have apologized, am working towards a better relationship with that beautiful woman, and totally interested in being part of my child's life."

"At least you realized your mistake." Roman stated, watching CJ yawn. "You go up to bed, CJ. Sweet dreams, babygirl."

"Goodnight, guys." She called as she headed for the stairs, hearing their responses as she moved up the stairs, Kevin trotting happily behind her.

Once she was in pajamas, CJ got into her side of the bed and turned her phone over in her hands. After spending all day fighting the urge to call Seth, she couldn't help herself. She subconsciously kicked her feet under the blanket while she waited for him to pick up, but when she was sent immediately to voicemail she felt like screaming. But she wouldn't. Dean and Roman didn't need to know exactly how much she was thinking and how paranoid she was that Seth didn't love her anymore.

So she laid on her side, snuggling in the blanket while Kevin made himself comfortable curled up against her stomach. She just wanted to sleep, but now that she was in bed she didn't feel tired.

"This is fucking bullshit." CJ muttered to herself, putting her phone on the nightstand and shutting her eyes. Eventually she'd fall asleep. At least she hoped.

A couple hours later, Roman had fallen asleep on the couch and Dean decided that he'd go check on CJ. He made his way up the stairs slowly, trying not to further agitate his already sore body. As soon as he hit the landing he heard the familiar sound of her quiet sobs and felt the frown settle on his face. He didn't like hearing her cry, so he rushed down the hall to he best of his ability so he could comfort her.

Easing into bed behind her, he carefully pulled her into his chest and started to shush her, gently rubbing her side while he did so in an effort to calm her. It seemed to work, if the way her body gradually stopped shaking was anything to go by.

"What's the matter, beautiful?" Dean asked softly, continuing to rub her side.

"I don't think Seth loves me anymore."

"The guy is head over heels for you, CJ."

"Then why won't he answer his phone? He doesn't know you and Roman are here. What if something had happened?"

"Then you would've called me. I can't explain what Seth did, or why he's tormenting you like this. But I do know that I'm here with you now, and nothing is going to happen under my watch, okay?"

"I trust you."

"I trust you, too." Dean spoke softly, holding her tighter to him. "Go to sleep, CJ. You're sleeping for three."

"This might sound kind of silly, but will you sing to me again?" She requested, smiling when she felt Dean's smile against her shoulder.

"What do you want to hear, sweetheart?"

"Anything."

"I don't think that's a song." He joked, searching his memory for a song that he knew most of the words to that wasn't about sex, drugs, or rock 'n roll.

"Don't be a jerk."

"I've got one. I don't know all the words, but-"

"That's okay. Go for it."

"Are you an Elton John fan?"

"Yes." She yawned, boosting his self confidence a bit since she'd know the song. He wasn't somebody to he nervous about things, but CJ made him nervous. He didn't want to lose her again.

"It's a little bit funny this feeling inside

I'm not one of those who can easily hide" He started, much slower than the actual tempo in an effort to soothe her into sleep. He couldn't fight the smile on his face when she leaned back into him.

"I don't have much money but boy if I did

I'd buy a big house where we both could live" CJ could see family life with Dean. A nice two story house in a warm state, a couple of big dogs, maybe a small one, and of course their child. But she remembered that was having twins, and her mental image quickly changed to involve Seth. It was still a lovely image to her.

"If I was a sculptor, but then again, no

Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show

I know it's not much but it's the best I can do

My gift is my song and this one's for you" Even though his voice wasn't Elton John's, or anything close, it was still amazing to her. She felt her eyelids begin to grow heavy, Dean's hands and voice soothing her into the brink of sleep. Dean could feel her getting closer and closer to falling asleep. The fact that his voice was what she wanted to hear made him feel important and closer to her than he did earlier in the day.

"And you can tell everybody this is your song

It may be quite simple but now that it's done

I hope you don't mind

I hope you don't mind that I put down in words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world" He didn't know the rest of the song, but if she wanted him to he'd repeat what he knew over and over again until she was asleep. But it looked like that wasn't going to be a problem when he propped himself up on her elbow and saw that she was asleep. Probably not fast asleep, since her breathing hadn't completely evened out, but close. Very close. He didn't mind sticking around until she was asleep.

"Good morning." CJ greeted, from where her head rest on Dean's chest, small smole on her face. Their bed was always so warm.

"It's not a good morning until I get my kiss, babe." He teased, smiling when she scooted up to press her lips to his. "Very good morning. Do you think we have time before the little shits are up and moving?"

"Those are your children, misters." CJ laughed, lightly smacking his chest before nuzzling her face into his neck, eliciting a chuckle from the man in bed behind her.

"They take after their mother." Seth teased, dragging his finger up her spine while Dean started twirling a piece of her hair around one of his fingers.

"You wanted them." CJ argued, turning to look back at the two toned man while he still held onto her.

"Yeah, but I didn't expect them to have such attitudes at three. Your children have attitudes." Seth argued as he scooted up, keeping his arms tight around her waist as his lips brushed along the shell of her ear.

"But your children jump off of everything and don't expect to get in trouble." Dean teased, smoothing his hand down her back until his fingertips hit Seth's arm. "And your children, Miss Jericho, think it's okay to put other kids in The Walls at day care." He teased right back, pecking her lips and keeping his face close to hers.

"I'm actually proud of that. It means they've learned something from me." She murmured, pressing her lips to his as they heard the thudding of little feet running down the hall. Like every other morning, the three ducked under the duvet to "hide" from their two children as they ran into the room. It wasn't too long before the two little bodies launched onto their parents and the triad laughed before escaping the blankets and pulling their son and daughter into embraces. Seth had the little boy, who had his father's messy blonde curls but his mother's blue eyes, while Dean had the little girl who had inherited CJ's wavy blonde hair and blue eyes.

"I guess I should go make breakfast." CJ stated, smiling when both children leaned in to kiss her cheeks.

"CJ wake up." Roman stated, making the blonde's eyebrows furrow.

"When did Roman move in?"

"Time to get up. I made breakfast."

CJ opened her eyes to see Roman standing over her, small smile on his face. She blinked up at him a couple times before she sat up and took a look around the room. Their current situation with Seth hit her like a ton of bricks and she felt like throwing up. But she wouldn't. Not in front of Roman.

"Sleep well?" The Samoan asked, watching as she carefully got out of bed and adjusted the drawstring on her plaid pajama pants. After her knee injury, Roman had always looked to make sure that she was steady even though she wasn't his direct responsibility. He made her his responsibility because he was the love interest of his brothers. She was his family because she was the woman Dean wanted to be with, and he had to be there for her.

"I slept fine. It took a bit to get me to sleep, but Dean was a huge help."

"That's good to hear. I'm flying home for some much needed R-and-R tonight. My mom is demanding it."

"I know you came here initially for answers about Seth, but I'm glad you were here Roman." CJ said softly, looking up at Roman as they walked down the stairs. The Samoan only smiled, gently patting her head once they were at the bottom of the staircase before she followed him to the kitchen and he handed her a plate.

"This is for Dean, and I'll bring yours out. Just sit down."

"So, C stands for Christina?" Dean asked as CJ set a plate of eggs, bacon, and sausage in front of the blonde and she playfully tugged on his hair before heading back into the kitchen to get her plate even though Roman told her to sit down. "I meant to ask yesterday, but we were all a bit preoccupied."

"Here you go, babygirl." Roman said softly, handing her the plate before following her out with his own plate in his hand. The orange juice had already been poured by Dean, at least she assumed, and the three sat at the table for four. The empty seat at the table was driving CJ crazy. That's where Seth should have been sitting, eating and laughing with them. But instead he was god knows where doing god knows what, and it upset her.

"Christina, darlin', you need to eat." Dean spoke softly, shooting a cheeky grin at her when she glared up at him.

"I thought you were Christopher Junior?" Roman asked and CJ huffed, pointing her fork at the two men as she got mentally prepared to explain her name.

"This does not leave this table. Not even Seth knows this little piece of info about me. If I find out that either of you told I will not hesitate to stab you with this very fork."

"It will not leave this table." Roman assured, placing his hand over his heart. Dean held up the Boy Scout thing and CJ just stared him down.

"You were never a Boy Scout, Ambrose." CJ commented, staring down the father of one of her children. Dean only smirked, making a kissing noise at her and keeping his lips puckered in her direction.

"Can you tell us the story behind your name?" Roman asked and CJ nodded, resting her chin on her palm and smiling.

"I was born Christopher Keith Irvine Junior, but when Adam adopted me- I was sixteen at the time- he was wondering if I had ever wanted to change my name and I told him that I just wanted to be CJ. So we got my name legally changed to Christina Jeanette Copeland. When I got picked up by the WWE, they said that since I was Chris' kid and not Adam's that I was CJ Jericho and there'd be no arguing it."

"Christina Jeanette." Dean mumbled allowed, enjoying how her name felt leaving lips. Christina Jeanette Ambrose has such a nice ring to it. If only I was ready to get married. "I like it."

"It fits you." Roman agreed, smiling at the faint blush that dusted across her cheeks as she picked at her eggs.

"But I'm just CJ to you people. Regal always called me Christopher and it drove me up the fucking wall."

"Oh, Christopher, you need to run the ropes for another ten minutes." Dean badly imitated Regal's accent, making Roman and CJ laugh.

"That's shit he made me do all the time, too."

"Are you going home tonight, too?" CJ asked Dean as Roman unloaded his bags from the trunk of her car and Dean shook his head from where he sat in the passenger's seat.

"As much as I don't want to see Seth for fear of me killing him, I don't want to leave you alone." Dean mumbled, shifting in his seat in an attempt to get comfortable. Roman tapped on the window and waved his goodbye, since the three had decided beforehand that to avoid media attention they'd be as low key as possible about saying goodbyes.

"What are you doing about the rental you guys drove here?"

"Keeping it here until I leave. I'll drive it to the airport and check it in."

"Alright."

"Can I ask you something, CJ?"

"You just did." She teased, smiling as she turned on her turn signal and he chuckled. "But, sure."

"Actually it's two things."

"Okay?"

"What are you going to do about Seth?" He felt weird asking her this, but she had asked him and Roman and they answered honestly, so he was just evening the playing field.

"I'm going to ask why he turned, yell at him if I don't like his answer, probably cry, I might hit him, but I have to yell at him for not answering his phone." She listed, and he noted the way she gripped the steering wheel tighter. Out of instinct his hand gently rest on her thigh in an effort to relax her, not at all aware of what effect his touch actually had on her. "Next question."

"Can I start calling you Christina?"

"Why would you want to call me Christina? It's so long."

"Because I like it."

"Why?" She asked again, unable to wrap her head around why he'd want to call her Christina. Nobody had ever asked her that, either, so she was caught off guard by his question.

"I like the way it sounds leaving my mouth. I like that not even Seth knows this, so I'd be the only one calling you that. And I like the way you look at me when I say it." Dean explained, gently kneading her thigh. "When's the last time you got any sexual gratification, darlin'?"

"Thursday afternoon. I was punishing Seth on Friday and Saturday and I fucking regret it."

"You do?"

"My hormones are driving me crazy and have turned me into some nymphomaniac and it's fucking ridiculous."

"You need a good fucking."

"Tell me about it. But I couldn't do that to Seth." CJ sighed, keeping her eyes on the road to avoid Dean's surprised look.

"What can't you do to him? You haven't heard from him since fucking Monday."

"As far as I'm concerned, I'm still his girlfriend. What he did was wrong, so very wrong, but I can't fuck you in his house." She explained, stopping at a red light while Dean was feeling himself grow more irate with every word that he spoke. It wasn't that she was denying him sex that kissed him off, he could take care of himself if needed, it was the fact that she was so concerned about Seth's feelings. That pissed him off. "I can't cheat on him in his house, in the bed he sleeps in. It's disrespectful and I'm not about that kind of disloyalty."

"For starters, that's your fucking bed. Secondly, as far as you're concerned, he could be plowing through ring rats as we speak. Thirdly, disloyalty? Disloyalty!? That's fucking rich, considering what he did to me and Ro!"

"Stop yelling at me!" CJ shouted, smacking the steering wheel. Dean was stunned by her outburst, but took a deep breath as he continued to knead her thigh in an effort to relax her some. "I get what you're saying, but if I sleep with you while I'm technically with Seth then I'm nothing but a two timing whore that's untrustworthy and I'd feel bad. Just fucking respect my decision, Ambrose."

"Alright. I'm sorry for arguing and I'm sorry for yelling. I never should have tried to push you nor should I have raised my voice at you. I just wanted to help you feel better and my pride is so severely wounded after what Seth did that I'm not thinking right." Dean spoke softly, keeping his tone even and his eyes downcast until she parked in the driveway. When he finally looked up at her, she saw the obvious pain in his eyes and realized that Seth didn't just hurt him physically, but Dean was silently suffering some emotional pain that he was shoving aside so that he could take care of her.

"Come on, I think there's something we should talk about, Dean." CJ said softly before getting out of the car and walking up to the front door. He followed behind, unsure of what she wanted to talk about but he was caught off guard when she pulled him into a hug once the door was closed. He did what felt right, holding her tight to him like she held him tight to her. "I've been so selfish."

"What do you mean, sweetheart?"

"You've been taking care of me while I've been hurting, and I never thought about your pain."

"A few chair shots aren't going to kill me-"

"Not physically, Dean." CJ cut him off, cupping his cheeks in her small hands and making sure to maintain direct eye contact with him. "Your heart is hurting because of what Seth did, I can tell. Just talk to me."

"That bastard was my best friend and a brother to me, and he just... He just threw it all away like it was nothing to him." Dean muttered, dropping his gaze from her concerned eyes. "Like Roman and I meant nothing to him." He didn't know why he was tearing up, but he followed her into the living room and let her push him to sit down on the couch. He wasn't expecting her to straddle his lap, but he didn't mind when she wrapped her arms around him tightly. He took the liberty of resting his head on her chest, cracking a small smile when one of her hands found his head and started to pet him gently.

"Just let it out, Dean. Dr. Thompson says that crying it out can be a big help sometimes." CJ spoke softly, continuing to caress his head when she felt his hot tears on her skin left exposed by the camisole she was wearing. "Let it all out."

"I'm so fucking sick and tired of being treated like I'm nothing. I hold the title for two weeks short of a year and it gets taken from me in a fucking Battle Royal like it was nothing. I was too involved with The Authority and rarely defended the title so they treat the longest reign in recent history like it was nothing. Even the fucking fans. They all expect big things out of Roman, but I'm fucking nothing."

"You have fans. You must not see all the signs, but I do. You've got a decent sized fan base, and it's only going to grow since you've got a long career ahead of you." CJ quickly dismissed his last claim, continuing to pet his head while she forced him to look at her. He looked miserable, tears continuing to flow down his cheeks, but he was still one of the most gorgeous men she'd ever met. "Some of the fans probably don't understand, or are just scared, because you're a little off. But fuck them. I love watching you wrestle, hearing you on any microphone, it's fantastic."

"You think so?"

"I do." She confirmed before kissing his forehead. It wasn't long before his head was back on her chest and her other hand started to rub his back comfortingly. She was glad that he was confiding in her and that for once it was her comforting him and not the other way around.

"You treat me like fucking royalty in comparison, and I love you for it, Christina." Dean mumbled and CJ smiled, lightly scratching his scalp.

"I love you, too, Dean."

Another unintentionally long chapter. I'm disappointed in Seth for not even having a legit explanation. Like, really? But its whatever. I'm patiently waiting Raw because Dean and Roman will have something to say and I cannot wait to hear their take on all of this.

Thank you to TaijiaK, angelsdee327, Sarcastic Nightmare, UntilNeverDawns, MulishaMaiden, and ChelleLew for reviewing the last chapter!