TW: Vomiting

George POV

"Uncle George! You showed up!" Mica said, pulling away and looking into my eyes. She had just turned four, but was peaking practically perfect regardless. She was the daughter of the two smartest people I knew, of course she was above average.

"I wouldn't miss this! How could I miss my favorite girl's birthday?" She giggled and cupped my face. I could feel Dream's gaze on me. A small smile on his lips as he watched us.

"Okay Mica. You need to go put away your presents from Grandma and Grandpa. Put them in the toy bin, okay?"

"Okay Daddy." We both watched her as she ran up the steps. I got up from the floor and met Dream's eyes.

"Thanks for coming. She loves you so much."

"I wasn't kidding when I said I wouldn't miss it. Christmas, birthdays, Easter, hell even just Friday's. I'm always going to be there for her. No matter what." I looked up at the staircase. I could hear her playing house in her room.

It's been five years since Dream got married. Four years since I found out Dream was having a kid. When I found out Amanda was pregnant I wanted to be there for my best friend. So despite how much it hurt to be on the side and watch all of this, I haven't left them.

Dream smiled at me, noticing my lingering gaze toward her room. He knew how much I loved that kid. I think he loved how much I loved her.

"So, are you guys still going on vacation this year? It's coming closer..." I noticed something flicker in Dream's eyes and saw a shadow cast over his face.

"I... We don't know. Things haven't been great with Amanda lately..." I gave him a weak smile and sat down on the couch. "I mean, she takes every single opportunity to get away from me. Today is my day off and she just happened to need to cover someone's shift. So then I had to take Mica to Amanda's parents alone."

"Which is fine. They love you and Mica."

"Oh it was fine. I'm comfortable there it's just... She's been doing it a lot lately. I know she wouldn't ever cheat on me I know that but she is still avoiding me regardless." I bit my lip.

"I know that I'm partially the cause of this. Things have been bad since I've come back and you guys have a kid on top of it." Dream looked away but then joined me on the couch.

"George." I looked over at him. "Amanda knows how much I loved you. The relationship we had. We were together for a long time." I smiled, remembering the kiss that had initiated our three-year relationship. How he had pinned me against that wall. What a perfect birthday that was.

"But that also bothers her too. Especially with you around." Amanda was a good woman. I couldn't deny her of that. "But we talked about it and she knows how much Mica loves you. We weren't going to separate the two of you."

I inhaled sharply. "Take the vacation. You guys need it. Maybe, this will do you all some good. Spend some time in the snowy mountains with your family." Dream searched my eyes. Then a moment flashed through my brain.

When he had told me how much he wanted me to be his family. How he wanted everything he has with Amanda with me. He was drunk that night so I brushed it off, he probably doesn't even remember it.

"You're right. Thank you George. Are you staying for dinner?" I looked over at the clock.

"Amanda will be home by then. Honestly I think it'll do you all some good if I'm not here and let you three have your time together." He smiled at me again. The type of smile that made me want to tackle him.

"Mica! Uncle George is leaving!!" Mica came flying down the stairs and threw herself into my arms. She buried her head into the crook of my neck.

"You have to leave already!? Not even time for one tea party with me?"

"I can't. Not tonight, Mica. I'm sorry." She pulled away and stuck out her bottom lip.

"Hmph." She clung onto me. Not wanting to let go.

"I have a present for you though. But you have to be a big girl if you want it." She sniffled and I looked over at Dream.

'She had a long day' he mouthed at me. I nodded. She was probably exhausted.

"Fine." She slid off of me and looked at me. I smiled.

"Okay, first is this one..." I grabbed the bag that I had left by the front door and let her open it. She had been begging me for them for months, especially when she figured out how I got them.

She squealed when she saw them she immediately pulled them out of the bag and put them on. The white rimmed glasses were far too big for her face.

I heard Dream sharply inhale when he saw them. All that Mica knew was that I had gotten them from an old boyfriend a long time ago. She didn't know that old boyfriend was her dad.

"Uncle George!! Thank you!!" She said immediately begging her dad to look at her.

"You look wonderful hun."

"And this one..." Her eyes snapped back to me again. I pulled out a little keychain. "Friendship key chains."

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Mica said wrapping me in one more hug.

"Give the keychain to your dad so he can put it on your backpack. Don't lose it."

"I won't. Ever."

Dream didn't talk to me a few days after that. But I didn't think anything of it. When he was in those good places with Amanda he ignored me. Probably so she didn't get angry. Honestly I was happy he wasn't talking to me, that meant things were going well.

*Knock Knock*

"One sec!" I quickly dried my hands with the Kitchen towel. Having just finished my dishes. Quickly I made my way to the front door and was a little shocked to find Dream standing there.

"I need a drink. You coming?" Was that all? Regardless I grabbed my wallet and walked to his car.

"Dream I mean this in the best way but you look like shit. What's up?" Dream just shook his head. I decided to stay silent until we got to the bar.

We walked inside and the only words I heard coming from his mouth for a while was his drink order. Finally, while he was rubbing hid thumb over the edge of his glass, he spoke:

"Amanda is pregnant again." I nearly choked.

"What?" Dream practically winced at my reaction.

"She... We had a night a few weeks ago and she... She's pregnant." I felt sick. I love Dream's daughter but sometimes I just liked to imagine that they found Mica on their doorstep. The thought of Dream with someone was stomach churning. Kissing, holding. But they were married, I didn't have a right to be angry.

"R-Right. I'm so happy for you Dream."

"I feel like shit right now.

"Why?"

"Because our marriage has been shit. And I'm fucking in love with my best friend more than I am with my wife! And now she's pregnant?!" The bartender gave us a look and I circled my hand in the air. He nodded getting us another round.

"Dream you love her," I put a hand on his shoulder. He looked over at me.

"I don't know if I do." I tensed.

"Dream..."

"I know that you said you wanted to keep me from making a mistake, choosing you. And sure I wouldn't change any of this because then I wouldn't have my kids but... I don't think I love my wife. It feels like nothing compared to how I love you, George. And it's so fucking hard because I watch you with my daughter and I think: Me and you could have this. I want that more than with my wife."

"What are you going to do."

"I think me and Amanda are going to split. I brought it up accidentally last night and she... Didn't object. I don't doubt that she doesn't love me but we both deserve better. She deserves someone who really loves her and that's what I told her last night."

"She's going to go on the Vacation and bring her mom. Mica is gonna go with her of course."

"Good that's good." I said, my hand still on his shoulder.

"But for right now..." My stomach flipped nervously. Was he going to break my heart right now?

"I fucking need you."

Oh fuck yes.

Shirt. Pants. Our mouths barely coming out of contact. I've wanted this. I've craved it. Oh it's been so long without him. I could feel him and it was euphoric. Curses falling from our lips. I couldn't stop screaming his name. My lips felt swollen but I didn't care. I was taking this opportunity and never letting go of it.

"God Damnit," he cursed. Praises slipped out his lips. It felt so so good. All of it. Him, his voice. His hips moved so perfectly in rhythm. Circling slowly with a certain tease in his movements.

Yes.

Fuck yes.

Yes.

We lost ourselves in the moment. The world around us was nothing more than a haze. It didn't matter to us right now, it was just us. Something our bodies had been urging us to do for five years now.

Five years.

Had I really been without him for that long?

With one last movement, he fell on top of me. Rolling over so he could lay beside me. We caught our breaths in the setting sun's light. Barely shining through the curtains, yet it still gave his face a perfect honey glow.

Yet despite how perfect it was... I felt like I could be sick. I quickly got up, wrapping my robe around me before I sprinted to the bathroom. (Suprised the bitch can still walk ) Dream met me in there, patting me on the back as I leaned over the toilet.

"Don't tell me you're pregnant too." He tried to lighten the mood. We both froze. His hand tensing on his back.

"Oh my God. You are still married Dream."

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I wasn't thinking clearly at all. No no no."

"You were drunk. We both were." I vomited again. "We have the headaches to prove it." I sat up and flushed the toilet. I brushed my teeth and locked eyes with Dream in the mirror. His eyes were dark.

"I want to be with you. I'm not staying with her. I can't." I turned around.

"I believe you. Just look, I think it's a good idea for you not to come here until you two have at least made your decision. Until you both know that its a decision that's been audibly agreed on." Dream nodded. tears falling from his eyes as he looked at me.

"I don't want to be with her but I don't want to hurt her either." I kissed his cheek.

"I know. Call me when this is situated. Okay? And I'll be there for you, as your best friend. Nothing more until you're ready."

"God you are so perfect." I smiled.

"I know."

Absentmindedly I picked up my ringing phone. Barely even looking at the name when I answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey George." I froze.

"Hey Dream." I've been waiting a month for this call.

"Papers were signed this morning. I think... I think she's happy."

"Are you?"

"Sad for our kids. But Mica is strong and I have no doubt our other one is too." I smiled at that. Mica is strong. "But other than that. Very happy."

"And I know this will be smooth. Amanda is good. She won't make this living hell. She loves her kids too much."

"Agreed." Dream was silent for a moment. "So I was thinking... Dinner?" I froze.

"Dinner?"

"Yes. As in a date. This time this relationship is going to stick."

"I would love Dinner."