Dean came back at two o'clock in the morning. I had laid on the couch waiting for him to return.
"Where did you go?" I asked Dean.
Dean didin't respond to me. Instead, he headed straight towards our room. I got up and followed, agitated now.
"Dean, I know you hear me talking to you!" I said.
I followed him into the room.
"Dean-"
He grabbed me and hugged me tight. He started crying.
And he cried hard.
He was shaking violently.
I pulled him towards the bed. I sat down and let him continue to cry on my shoulder.
"It's okay," I said, reassuring him.
It was a good twenty minutes before Dean got himself together.
"I'm so sorry," he managed to say. "I'm..."
"Ssssssshhhh," I said.
Dean managed to calm himself down.
I cupped his face into my hands and gave him a heated kiss.
Before I knew it, Dean was fucking me from behind. He was panting heavily as well.
Dean came into me, hard, planting kisses on my back. He pulled out and collapsed next to me. He looked up at the ceiling, deep in thought. His eyes were still red from crying.
"Dean," I said.
He looked me into the eyes.
"It'll be okay."
I woke up the next morning by myself. Dean would usually lay with me for an extra hour or two in between the sheets. This morning, it was different.
It was cloudy outside. The house felt cold, even though the entire house was actually nice, warm, and cozy. But today seemed like it would be a dark and gloomy day.
I got dressed and went to the kitchen. I remembered that Dean had a spell and went bezerk on the dishes last night.
The kitchen floor was nice and clean when I had arrived. Dean looked up at me from the table and beckoned me to join him.
He had cooked breakfast for me. He cooked my favorite, spinach omelette.
I sat down and started digging in immediately. Being pregnant, I knew food would be in my mouth 24/7.
"Wow. You ate that fast," Dean said.
"I was hungry as hell," I said. I took a drink of apple juice.
"I'm going to go out and buy more dishes," Dean said. "Sorry about last night."
"What's bothering you, Dean?" I asked. "I've never seen you act this way before. Is it because of my brother?"
Dean's eyes looked back at me. I felt that they pierced through my soul. His silence told me everything I needed to know.
"Dean, despite what happened between you and my brother, I'm still going to be with you, regardless," I told Dean.
"He will be my brother-in-law. Wooo," Dean said, with sass.
"Yes he will, smart ass. And you two will get along," I said.
"It's him. Not me," Dean said.
"He'll get over it," I said.
The doorbell rang and I answered it.
"Mommy!" Dave said.
"Hey!"
"Dean!"
"How's my little man doing?" Dean said, giving Dave a huge bear hug.
"I'm good! How are you and Mommy?"
"We've been good," Dean said.
"Where's grandma and grandpa Dave?" I asked him.
"Cousin Reese dropped me off," Dave said.
"He never walks you to the door. I'm gonna get him," I mumbled under my breath, closing the door.
"Mommy, can I play outside with my friends?" Dave asked.
"Did you eat?" I asked him.
"Yeeees. Skittles and soda."
"Good choice!" Dean said. "Give me a fist bump!"
"Dean!"
"Babe. I am only. Kidding. But no seriously, good choice, Davey" Dean said.
"Oh, please, Mommy?" Dave pleaded.
"Yes, please, Mommy," Dean said, kiddingly. He poked out his bottom lip.
I couldn't help but smile.
"Alright, but STAY in the front, do not go far," I said.
"I won't, Mommy!"
"I'll join you and I will watch you once I slip some shoes on," Dean, getting up.
"Okay!"
Dave ran out the door.
"Don't break your neck out there," I said, jokingly.
"Oh, shut it," Dean said, kissing my lips.
I was washing the dishes and watching Dave play with the children outside.
"Alright babe, I'm headed outside with Dave," Dean said.
I turned my attention away from Dave playing outside.
"Do be careful," I said.
"Everything will be okay," Dean said, opening the door.
I soon heard a screeching sound outside and heard the children screaming. I turned to look back outside through the window and saw a car swerving out of control.
All of the children tried their best to run and get out of the way, some struggling to get run through the snow on the ground.
Dave was on the sidewalk and was trying to run back to the house.
"DAVE!"
I ran out of the kitchen and went to save my son.
Dean was on his way down the stairs, trying to get to Dave in time.
But he was too late.
The car had did a u-turn and struck Dave.