Me and Dean had the house to ourselves for the rest of the day because Dave wanted to go over to his grandparent's house to spend a night. My parents and other family members were estactic about me having a baby and they also supported me. All day I heard "Let me babysit", "No, let ME babysit, because you can't do shit right", and the like.
We were on the couch, cradled in each other's arms under a blanket. I had another bowl of chicken noodle soup while Dean ate Burger King. I was going to get him back for eating his whopper in front of me, flaunting it. He knew how much I love Burger King.
I was doozing off when I heard the doorbell ring.
"I'll get it," Dean said, getting up.
I wrapped the blanket around myself and followed him to the door. Dean opened the door. There stood someone I'd never thought I would see for a while: my brother.
"Hey, Desiree," Biggy said. "Dean."
Dean gave him a slight wave.
"Hey," I said back.
"Can I come in?" Biggy asked.
Biggy sat in the chair opposite the couch.
"How's everything with you guys?" Biggy asked.
He actually sounded geunine this time.
"We're doing good," I said. I looked at Dean.
Dean's expression painted me an entire picture of how he was feeling. I'm not sure if Dean forgave Biggy entirely for what happened between them, but Dean was being awfully quiet. I knew he didn't want to be in the presence of Biggy, but out of respect for me, he tolerated it.
I rubbed Dean's back.
"We have good news," I said.
Dean wrapped an arm around my waist.
"Yes?" Biggy said.
"You're going to an uncle again," I said.
"That's great, Desiree!" Biggy said, getting up. "Come over here and give your brother a hug!"
I got up and gave Biggy a hug.
"Congratulations," Biggy said, sticking his hand out for a handshake from Dean.
Dean got up and shook his hand.
"Thanks," he said.
"I'm really happy for you, Desi," Biggy said.
"Thanks," I said.
"You gonna be alright while we're gone?" Biggy said.
"I'll be fine, trust me," I said. "Everyone, including Dean, will be checking on me."
"That's good," Biggy said. "Um...when will you guys get married?"
"We haven't set the date yet," I said.
"Well, when you get the dates set, let me know, alright?" Biggy said.
"Will do," I said.
"Well, I won't overstay my welcome," my brother said. "I gotta head out."
After my brother left, I found Dean in the living room, pacing back and forth slowly.
"What's wrong?"
"Something isn't right, Desiree," Dean said, shaking his head slightly.
"What's the matter?" I asked, getting worried.
"When your brother talked to me when we were on the road, he didn't sound sincere about his apology. Nor did he sound accepting of our relationship," Dean said.
I sat in the chair, quiet. I loved my brother and I loved Dean, too. I was torn inside. I wanted to believe Biggy AND I wanted to believe Dean. Dean never lied to me and I knew I could trust Biggy, despite his little case of bigotry.
"Desiree," Dean said, turning to me.
I looked up.
He approached me and kneeled down on one knee.
"Dean," I said, tears starting to fill my eyes. "You think we can make it?"
"I truly hope so, Desiree. God knows I love you," he said, wiping the tears falling onto my face.
I couldn't stop sobbing after that. Dean helped me to our room and helped me into bed.
I watched him leave the room. There was silence for a few moments. Then I heard something break.
"Fuck!" Dean yelled out. "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!"
That was followed by something else breaking.
I jumped up and ran to see what was going on. I found Dean in the kitchen slamming the glass cups and breaking dishes.
"DEAN! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" I yelled at him.
Dean looked back at me, with wild eyes and disheveled hair. He was breathing heavily.
"Leave me alone, Desiree," Dean said, coldly.
"No, I'm not going to leave you alone. You're going to stop breaking shit," I warned him.
"Go back to bed," Dean said.
I went back to the room and slipped on some shoes and came back out to confront Dean.
CRASH.
"Dean, that's enough!" I yelled, trying to wrestle a dish out of his hand.
I managed to snatch the dish from his hand.
"DESIREE I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!" Dean yelled.
He grabbed me by the arm and yanked me out of the kitchen.
"Let go of me, Dean! You're hurting me!" I said, trying to break free of his grasp.
"I said go back to bed. I'm not going to tell you again, Desiree," Dean said.
I slapped Dean hard across the face.
"I said. Let. Go. Of. Me. NOW!" I said.
Dean relinquished my arm. He went to grab his jacket and keys and left out of the house.
I fell to my knees and cried.