Jade, Janice, James and Jordan sat at the kitchen table with Dean. He helped the quads with their homework. However, Dean wasn't his normal, happy self.
"Jade, do this again. Pay attention to what I said about the nines table." Dean spoke with a sharp, anger filled voice.
Jade looked at Dean, her eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry, Uncle Dean. I'll try again." She took her paper. Jade erased her work with a deep sniff.
Dean sighed. "I'm sorry, little lioness. I didn't mean to snap at you. I've had a hard day, but that isn't your fault." He opened his arms. Jade gave Dean a hug.
"It's okay, Uncle Dean. Take one of daddy's shots. It will fix your broken nerve." Jade hugged Dean even tighter.
Dean gave a sniff. "Oh baby, I am so sorry. Daddy's medicine can't fix my problem, but your hug sure did. I love you, lioness and your sister and brothers." He cuddled Jade close and felt much better.
Jade grinned. "We love you, Uncle Dean. Hey, that makes me medicine. My hug fixed your broken nerve." She kissed Dean's cheek.
Dean laughed. "The best medicine. Now, let's try this again. Remember, in the nines table, the answer will always add back to nine. So what is nine times six and why?"
Jade thought. Her eyes lit up. "Fifty four because five plus four equals nine. I understand now. So nine times twelve is one hundred eight, because one plus eight equals nine! Thanks, Uncle Dean. Don't worry, daddy will be home soon. His kisses are medicine too. They make our boo-boos heal faster." Jade hugged Dean again, then went back to her chair. She quickly worked her nines tables homework paper with a happy smile.
Dean smiled and was more relaxed. He had nothing to worry about. Adam needed to hear about Drake. He knew Adam wouldn't let it affect their growing relationship. He'd been so stupid to worry about it and even more stupid for taking it out on Jade.
Ida heard it all as she prepared dinner. She was glad Dean seemed better and that Jade was alright. She'd been close to pulling Dean aside and give him a talking to, but Jade had worked her magic. Ida knew now, without a doubt, Dean Ambrose belonged here… and hoped it would be forever.
When Adam entered the kitchen, he was greeted by four happy children.
"Daddy, quick! Kiss Dean. He needs medicine for his broken nerve!" Jade cried out.
Adam smiled. "Well then, I'd better kiss his boo-boo." He gave Dean a child friendly, but love filled kiss.
Dean grinned. "I needed that. Thank you, nurse." He gave Adam another quick peck.
"I'm medicine too, daddy. Uncle Dean got mad, but my hug helped him!" Jade spoke with joy as he put her finished work in her book bag.
Dean smiled at Jade. "Yep, the best medicine. Go change, I've got this." His look told Adam he would explain later, but that all was okay now.
"I'll do that. Oh! Spaghetti and meatballs!" Adam remarked as he looked at what Ida cooked for dinner.
Adam went upstairs to change. Just as he slid into a pair of comfy sweat pants, Dean came into the bedroom.
"Ida sent me, said I needed to explain. So..." He went on to tell Adam about the incident with Jade. "...she helped me realize, I was stressed over nothing. I know now our talk later, isn't going to change anything between us. At least I hope not." Dean gave Adam a look of hope.
Adam pulled Dean into his arms. "First, I know you didn't mean to yell at Jade. She's forgiven you and that's not something she does easily. Secondly, you're right. Nothing will change between us. You were so supportive when I told you about Hunter and I will be just as supportive when you talk about Drake. We are building a foundation, Dean. There may be a few cracks along the way, but we can fill those cracks as our love grows. Now, let's go enjoy our children." Adam gave Dean a less child friendly more passionate kiss.
"Our children? Oh baby, I do love you." Dean returned Adam's kiss. A tear ran down his cheek. Adam's words had pierced his heart in the best possible way.
Adam and Dean were curled up in a lounge chair and watched the children play. Ida was going to serve their dinner at the picnic table. It was such a lovely late afternoon, early evening.
Little did the couple know, they weren't the only ones who watched the children play. Brett DiBiase was high up in his perch in the huge oak tree.
"Nancy is coming to the hospital tomorrow. I'm going to teach her, Shawn and Hunter about the after care for Megan's pump. Can you arrange to be there? I know it's your day off, but, I think they would feel better if you were there too." Dean spoke softly as he held Adam in his arms.
"Of course I will. Just tell me what time. I do have to be at the after school program, but not till four. I'll do the grocery shopping after I drop the kids at school." Adam replied with a smile, but his eyes were glued to his children.
Dean kissed Adam's cheek. "Come at noon, please. That's at Shawn's request. He has to be in court at three."
"No problem. Oh, let's help Ida…" Adam wiggled out of Dean's arms and stood as Ida began to bring things out to the picnic table. He then called to his children. "Time to wash up for dinner, my lion monkeys."
"You do kids, I'll help Ida." Dean stated with a kiss to Adam's cheek. After all, the kids were there.
The family enjoyed a delicious dinner of spaghetti, meatballs, salad and garlic bread. It was all homemade from pasta to bread.
"This is the best spaghetti I've ever eaten! Ida could open a restaurant. But, don't tell Tony I said that." Dean gave Adam a wink and took a very huge bite of food.
Adam grinned. "Well, she did, kind of. Her parents had a diner, and Ida grew up with it. She was lucky to get her mom's recipes before the dementia set in. When her father passed, her mom closed the restaurant and Ida began to work as a housekeeper and nanny. We needed a housekeeper when I had to recover from losing our first baby. The agency sent Ida...she never left us. She was the third one to hold the quads. I would be helpless without her." He explained Ida's deeper story with a love filled voice.
Dean swallowed his bite of food. "Wow, now I have even more respect for Miss Ida. No wonder, she really is part of the family."
"Uncle Dean, why do babies die? Like daddy's first baby?" Janice asked with a serious voice. Adam had told them about their lost sibling because he felt it was important.
Dean sighed. Children could ask the hardest questions. "I wish I could tell you. Sometimes, even Doctor's don't know why things happen. It's sad, honey, but in life sometimes, bad and sad things happen. But those bad, sad things make the good and happy things even better and happier. I'm sorry that isn't a very good answer, but somethings don't have an answer. Oh boy..." Dean's words faded. He just didn't know what to say, being a parent was a very hard job.
Janice smiled. "I understand, Uncle Dean. So it's kind of like you have to have bad to have good. Daddy said our baby is our… um… oh… the word..."
"Guardian angel, baby." Adam spoke softly and smiled at Janice.
Jan smiled. "Yeah, our guardian angel. That means our baby watches us and helps keeps us safe. So, I guess that's a good from a bad." She took a bite of food.
Dean shook his head. "I am so… honored to… be with such...amazing..." He couldn't speak. He was just so taken by the way Adam raised his children.
"Daddy, is his nerve broke again?" Jade asked with deep concern.
Dean managed a light laugh. "No, lioness. As a matter of fact, you all just fixed my wounded heart. The love the four of you and your daddy have for each other is amazing and I am honored to share a piece of that love. I love all of you."
"We love you, Uncle Dean. You make daddy smile." James spoke with frankness.
Dean grinned brighter. "You four and daddy make me smile. Now, we'd better eat up before it gets cold." He took another huge bite of food.
As a rare treat, Adam let the kids eat their ice cream sandwiches as they watched the Muppet Show. Adam and Dean also enjoyed the treat, curled up on the couch.
"I have to admit, I am a closet Muppet freak. I love Miss Piggy." Adam whispered, the licked the ice cream that oozed from the sandwich.
Dean's cock twitched as he watched Adam's tongue have "sex" with the ice cream. "Um… yeah… I am an Animal fan. Who knew!" He spoke in a voice that sounded just like the character.
Adam laughed softly. "Dean, how did you learn to do such good imitations?" A commercial had come on. Janice made her siblings go with her to wash their hands and faces.
"I honestly don't know. Natural talent I guess. I realized I could do it while reading stories to Cathy. At one time, as a teenager, a drama teacher told me I could have a career doing cartoon voices, but being a doctor was more important." Dean licked his fingers as he finished his ice cream treat.
Adam laughed. "Let's go wash up. I am glad you can do the voices, but I am more glad that you are a Doctor."
Two hours later, freshly bathed and read to children were fast asleep in their beds. In the master bedroom, Adam got ready for bed as Dean took his shower.
Adam made a nest of pillows. He wanted a comfortable place for Dean. He knew the talk about Drake would be hard. So Adam wanted as much comfort for Dean as possible.
When Dean finished his shower, he went to his room to changed into his sleeping pants. He really wanted a few minutes to think about his talk with Adam. Roman was the only one that knew everything. Seth only knew parts of it. He wasn't sure how much Seth had told Adam. Dean pulled on his sleeping pants, took a deep breath and made the trek to Adam's bedroom.
Adam smiled when Dean came into the room. He loved the way Dean's muscles moved as he crawled into the bed and leaned back against the nest of pillows.
Adam sat up a bit and waited for Dean to settle. "Where do you want me?"
"In your place. I want to hold you." Dean opened his arms for Adam.
Adam curled up to Dean. He wrapped his arms around Dean and rested his blond head on Dean's chest. Dean wrapped his arms around Adam and held him close.
"Okay, I am going to gloss over when Drake and I were good, to save time. It was kind of like Drake said. I was at a function at a bar. When the meeting ended I went to the bar. I drank a little back then, but, after cleaning up so many DWI accident victims, I stopped. Anyway, I saw this stunning guy at the bar. He eyed me back just as fast. We did end the night in bed. We started dating after that." Dean paused to adjust his hold of Adam, it was now tighter.
"I went to work at Truman Hospital. I knew Drake was an advocate, and I managed to get him an interview, needless to say, they hired him. When he first started, he was like Hazel Forest. He honestly did a fantastic job. He worked especially hard for the poorer kids and their parents. Then we started hearing about Hazel Forest, and how great she was. Saint Luke's got all the attention. The Administrator of Truman didn't like that. So he told Drake to concentrate on helping the patients with big names and to make sure the media was aware of it. At first, Drake hated the idea and he was frustrated. We fought a lot. Slowly he became… the arrogant bastard Truman wanted." Dean paused and took a sip of water from his glass on the bedside table.
Adam looked up at Dean. "Can I ask, what did you fight about?" He couldn't help being curious.
"What to watch on television… you know what I mean, almost everything. He was just so upset by having to help kids that didn't really need it." Dean gave a shrug and settled back and once again, held Adam close.
Dean continued. "It was during our fighting, that I… cheated on Drake. Honestly it was a frustration fuck or two. Still, it was the wrong thing to do, no matter what. I say again, I will never cheat again. Besides, no one could ever be better than you in the sex department.." He paused again when Adam kissed his pectoral muscle.
"I know, babe. I believe you and I trust you, but you're the best in the sex department." Adam spoke in a soft voice and nuzzled against Dean.
Dean kissed the top of Adam's blond head. "Anyway, what bothered me was how fast Drake changed. I guess the media attention bolstered his ego, he loved being in the spotlight. He got worse as time went on. Then it..." Dean had to pause again to gather his thoughts.
Adam felt Dean tense up. He tightened his arms, and held Dean close. He wanted Dean to know he was there for him, no matter what.
Dean too tightened his arms around Adam. "Then, I lost a patient, because her parents couldn't afford the treatment she needed. Drake had done nothing to help her. There was nothing I could do. I even said I'd pay for it, but the hospital refused. Legal shit, that I still don't understand. I called Drake out on it… in front of everyone on the floor of the children's ward. Drake and I nearly got into a fist fight. Later that day, the Administrator called me to his office. He quietly asked me to leave Truman, and that Drake was doing a wonderful job. I knew then, as much as, and despite everything… as much as I loved Drake, it was over..." Dean had let his voice fade, it was a very painful memory.
"Dean… the girl… she needed an insulin pump didn't she?" Adam asked as he gave Dean a loved filled look.
Dean nodded. "Yes, she did. For very different reasons than Megan. She had very advanced Juvenile Diabetes and needed constant insulin flow. She only had a little time left, but, the pump could have given her more time. She had cancer on top of it and when her parents insurance ran out, so did her treatments. Drake did nothing, absolutely nothing to help, because she was poor. It made me sick. But, like I said, I loved him, our break up really tore me up… not so much the love part, but that he could do that to a child and feel no remorse. A child died, because he didn't care..." Dean sniffed, it still hurt.
"Oh, babe." Adam whispered. He sat up and pulled Dean into his arms. He gave Dean the comfort he needed. Adam held Dean closer as the physician leaned into his embrace.
Dean held onto Adam. It felt so good to be held as he usually did the holding. Dean Ambrose began to sob. He was finally able to let go of all the long held in emotions of the entire situation. Adam held Dean and gently rubbed his back.
It was a good fifteen minutes before Dean's sobs ended with a deep sniff. He pulled out of Adam's arms. "Give me a minute." Dean got out of the bed and went to the bathroom.
Adam pulled off his tee shirt. Dean had soaked it, but Adam didn't mind. He was glad Dean had finally let it out. He took a moment and fluffed the nest of pillows again.
In the bathroom, Dean took a piss, and washed his hands and face. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. He could see the change in his eyes. He knew he'd finally gotten rid of a lot of things that had built up since the little girl had passed… because of Drake Younger. Dean smiled at himself and went back into the bedroom.
Adam smiled when he saw Dean. He patted the mattress. "Come back to bed, babe."
Dean's smile grew brighter. Soon the couple were curled together, Adam's head once again rested on Dean's chest. Dean's arms were wrapped the now shirtless blond.
"Sorry I soaked your shirt. Adam, thank you. I needed that. I've held it in too long. I think it's why I get so angry sometimes. It's also why Roman started dragging me to the gym. Every time I hit the punching bag… I saw Drake. Now you understand why I wasn't about to trust Drake to get Megan's pump. It...well…no, that would make me sound egotistical." Dean sighed.
"I understand, and no, it is not egotistical. You didn't want Drake playing the hero by going to Jefferson City to get a pump. He would have done it for his ego, not for Megan. You did for the right reasons, Dean. You did it for Megan and the little girl who died. It makes you my hero, Dean. Because it shows how much you care about your patients, not your ego. I admire you, Doctor Ambrose, you are a man of honor and integrity. I am proud to be able to be the one that loves you. I do love you, babe. I only want that love to continue to grow. I also know you love my children. Dean, I would have no fear of leaving them with you, if anything ever happened to me. Dean, you are it for me...my heart is at home." Adam spoke directly to Dean's heart, and kissed the skin over said heart.
"Oh baby, I love you. You understand me like no other ever has. Not even Roman, as my best friend, gets all of me like you do. I love those children. I thank you for, and treasure the trust you've given me with them. Yes, that is why I wanted to make sure Megan got her pump. Yes, I was thinking of that little girl at Truman. I also hope, now you understand why I will never, ever be able to trust Drake. Even if he does manage to change. Adam, I can't, won't and would never tell you who you can or can't be friends with, but consider it all when you're around Drake. Put it this way, would you want your children around him?" Dean looked Adam directly in the eye as he spoke.
Adam looked up at Dean. "No, I wouldn't want him around the children. You know, I don't think I want to go to dinner with him either. If I get a chance, I'll tell him tomorrow when I come to the hospital for Megan's pump tutorial. Unless you want to go to dinner with him. If you do, I'll go...only to support you." Adam spoke honestly. He'd almost been taken in by Drake, now, he knew better.
Dean let out a soft laugh. "No, I do not want to go to dinner with Drake...ever. I was going to try to talk to you out of it, but, like you, if you had wanted to go, I would, for you. Please do me a favor. Wait til I am with you to tell him. I want to see his face." Dean knew Drake. He would know if the man was up to something or not by the look in his eyes.
Adam grinned. "I will. I do have to say though, he seemed very honest and humble about getting the electric wheelchair for Martin Miller. Maybe he can go back to doing his job for the right reasons. People can change, Dean. However, it doesn't mean you have to trust them. I honestly have no interest in being his friend. I will work with him, and treat him how he treats me and my staff. That's as far as it goes with me. We just have to make sure he doesn't do anything that will duly upset Seth. He and the baby do not need the stress." Adam spoke firmly.
Dean nodded. "Yeah, you're right. Seth can get...well, let's just say Drake is not Seth's favorite person. We won't let anything happen to Baby Reigns. I can only say, we'll see. If he does manage to get the wheelchair for Martin. I will respect that. But, if I see any sign of...well...I'll know he isn't trying to change. But no, I will never fully trust him. Adam, thanks for being here, for the support and for letting me use you as a human tissue. To be honest, I want to see how Drake reacts… I just… there is so much going on… I want to know if Drake is part of it." Dean's voice faded as he pulled Adam even closer.
Adam's finger gently traced the striations of Dean's abdominal muscles. "You think Drake is part of the crap at work? But how? His job is nothing to do with pharmaceuticals, not really. So how could he be involved?" He was truly confused. Everything at work was such a damn mess.
Dean sighed. "I wish I could give you a better response, but, I don't know. It's just a feeling. Something tells me there is more to this than just a contract dispute. I just don't know what that something is. I need to know if Drake is part of it. Oh, I might as well tell you..." He paused to let Adam adjust in his arms.
When Adam settled, Dean continued. "See, Drake never actually told me, but I think his dad is part of… the mafia. There were some things Drake let drop that made me think it. I have no real proof, just a feeling. How that would tie into the hospital mess I don't know…." Again Dean's voice faded. Had he said too much?
Adam thought for a moment. "You mean… you think Drake could have… but, how? Why would the mafia care about a hospital contract? Randy could be their target?" Adam got a look of panic on his face as he looked up at Dean.
Dean held Adam tightly. "I said too much. No, I don't think Randy has anything to do with it. Say, just say, Drake's family has ties to a pharmaceutical company. They could be putting pressure on the hospital to use their company. Okay, now that I said it, it sounds like the plot of a very bad mob movie. I don't even really know if my thoughts about Drake's father are right. Roman always tells me I over think things too much. I should have kept my mouth shut. I certainly didn't mean for you to worry about it. Let's just forget it. Oh and please, keep it between us. I sure don't want Seth to fret about it. You know what I mean." Dean spoke in a soft, calm voice.
Adam nuzzled his head against Dean's chest. "No, I want you to talk to me about things. No, it doesn't sound like the plot of a bad mob movie. It would actually make sense, if your feelings about Drake's father are correct. Randy would never get involved in mafia crap. He'd just give up the contract...maybe that is what happened. It would explain a lot. Randy would walk away from money to protect the children, and me. If they threatened him...then Randy pulling out of the contract was the best thing to do. You know, I changed my mind. It does sound like a bad movie plot. And yes, I will keep this between us. Seth would not handle it well. All I do know is, no matter what, Randy wouldn't do anything to put the children in any form of danger." Adam spoke firmly. He knew Randy would do anything to keep their children from harm.
Dean nodded. "I'm sure you're right about Randy. Like you said, if it is something...evil, Randy would put you and the kids first. Look, I will know more when I see Drake's reaction when you tell him no about dinner."
Adam giggled softly. "I think Drake won't like hearing the word no. But, it better not change anything about Martin's wheelchair. Dean…if...could it be that...oh...no...it's just so stupid to say." He went from a giggle to a worried tone in his voice.
Dean's brow arched at Adam. "I think we are thinking the same thing. What if the McMahon's have a tie to the mafia? Am I right?"
Adam sat up a bit to look at Dean. "Are you reading my mind now? But yes, that was what crossed my mind. Okay, this is just so stupid. I think we're letting our minds wander too far from reality. There is something else I'd rather be doing right now." He began to kiss his way down Dean's torso.
Dean let out a low growl and slid down deeper into the bed. He grinned like the Cheshire Cat when Adam began to pull down on his sleeping pants. Dean raised his hips to make it easier for Adam to remove them.
Adam swiftly pulled off Dean's sleeping pants and tossed them away haphazardly. Adam kissed his way down to Dean's hard cock. He loved the patch of light auburn hair. It was unique and totally suited Dean. He inhaled Dean's sexual scent like it was the best aroma in the world. It calmed Adam.
Dean inhaled deeply when Adam's tongue snaked out to lick the tip of his cock. He gently put his hands on Adam's head. He loved to run his fingers through the gold silk of Adam's hair.
Adam closed his mind to every thought except to give Dean the best blow ever. No one tasted as wonderful as Dean, not Randy, not Hunter. Adam still swore Dean tasted like exotic caramel.
Dean let out a deep growl of pleasure when Adam's mouth engulfed his cock and his hand fondled his ball sack. He inhaled again as Adam's mouth slid up and down, as Adam ran his finger down his taint. Dean moaned when Adam's finger rubbed the spot just over his prostate.
Adam knew by the sounds his lover made that he was doing all the right things. He hollowed his cheeks and slowly sucked up Dean's shaft. He made sure his tongue slid along the vein on the back side of Dean's cock. At the same time his finger rubbed the skin where the prostate was stimulated.
"Fuck… your mouth..." Dean managed to pant out some words as he got lost in the wonderful feeling Adam's mouth gave him.
Adam's mouth made a soft "pop" and a thin line of spit ran from his mouth to Dean's cock. "Glad you like it, Doctor." The line of spit broke as he spoke. He then took Dean's dick into his mouth and worked his way down again.
Dean was totally lost in waves of sensations as Adam continued to suck and tongue his shaft and his finger rubbed up and down his taint. Adam also fondled Dean's balls every few passes of his hand.
When Adam hummed around Dean's cock, the vibrations made Dean moan like a prime time porn star. Dean's fingers gripped Adam's hair like a lifeline. He could feel the coil of his release build in his scrotum.
"Baby...gonna...cum..." Dean panted out as he held Adam's head steady.
Adam gave one last hollowed cheek suck up Dean's shaft. When Dean's dick erupted, Adam swallowed down every drop. He licked Dean clean. He pulled off Dean's cock with another soft "pop".
Adam slid up Dean's body and kissed him soundly. As their tongues tangled together, Dean tasted himself mixed with Adam. It was wildly exotic.
When the kiss broke, Dean grinned Adam's head plastered to his chest like a magnet. "Don't you want me to return the favor?" Dean could feel Adam's semi hard cock against his thigh.
"Nope, I am perfectly content. I wanted to make you happy. Thanks for sharing about Drake. I know it wasn't fun or easy. You do feel more relaxed don't you?" Adam kissed Dean's chest, and looked up at him.
Dean hugged Adam close. "More than relaxed and very happy. You, my love, have a very magic mouth. One of us has to work tomorrow. Ready to sleep?" Dean chuckled softly, Adam was long gone to dreamland. Dean closed his eyes and soon joined Adam in the land of nod and sleep.
Meanwhile, on the other side of Kansas City, a meeting at the McMahon's had just ended. Only Drake Younger remained. Stephanie sent her father up to bed, then joined Drake, who waited at the bar in the den.
Drake stood when Stephanie entered the room. "Can I get you a drink, ma'am?" Drake asked as Stephanie sat at the bar.
"No thank you, Drake. I don't drink that much. But, join me in a cigar?" Stephanie opened the humidor on the bar and pulled out a very illegal Cuban cigar. Her brow arched at Drake.
"No thank you, ma'am, but please, allow me." Drake picked up the heavy, gold table cigar lighter, and struck the flame to life. He held it steady as Stephanie puffed the cigar to life.
Stephanie exhaled a perfect ring of smoke. "Thank you. Both father and I are cigar aficionados. Now, what about our plan?" She arched her brow at Drake.
"I will know tomorrow, I hope. Dean has to think about it. I am sure Adam can talk him around. Plan is the same? I keep Dean busy when Adam uses the restroom and comfort him when Adam suddenly vanishes?" Drake recounted what Vince had planned.
Stephanie puffed and exhaled as she flicked ashes into the gold ash tray that matched the table lighter. "Yes, that's the plan. However, if the dinner fails, we have Plan B. One way or another, Adam will be our hostage, and Randal Orton will bow down to the power of the McMahon's."
Both Stephanie and Drake laughed. The sound was like an evil chorus of Satan's vilest imps.