I'm leaning against a wall outside the bar. So far, he hasn't showed. It's been five minutes since I walked out and told him to meet me out here. I shake my head, finally realising he's not coming, and head for the waiting car. I've just opened the door when he yells at me. "Torrie!" he yells. "Don't fucking leave me! Not again!" I spin around and look at him. "Leave with me then Ambrose" I say softly. He groans and he's by my side in an instant. I get in the car and he's right behind me. He grabs my hand and holds it all the way to my apartment. I refuse to look at him. I can't, not yet. I fumble in my bag for the apartment key and he takes it from me, getting out of the car as it stops and going to open the apartment door. I make the arrangements with the driver for tomorrow and head up after him. I take a deep breath and step into the apartment.
He's stood by the sofa, waiting for me. I close the door and lock it before slipping my jacket off and hanging it up. "Drink?" I ask, walking past him into the kitchen. He follows me and leans on the doorframe. "Juice is good" he says, watching as I go to the fridge. I grab two glasses and pour the juice, handing a glass to him before putting the juice back. "Why do I feel so nervous?" I ask. He looks at me, surprised. "Do I scare you?" he asks suddenly. I can't answer him. I don't know. He takes my silence as acknowledgment and puts his glass down. "Torrie" he whispers, crossing the room to me. "I would never hurt you. Not intentionally. Not again. I need you to believe me, or this is pointless." I nod and walk into the lounge. He groans and follows me. "Would you sit, please?" he asks. I sit and the seat squeaks. He laughs. "Well used?" he asks. "It's my spot" I say. "Randy sits next to me. The other sofa hardly gets used." He nods. "You two are close" he says quietly. I nod. "We have our routine" I admit. "He's helped me a lot. He's the reason I came back." He looks at me quickly. "You would have stayed away?" he asks. "Of course" I say. "They were all your friends first Dean, why would I expect them to have any loyalty to me? For all I knew, they were hiding what you and Renee were doing." He shakes his head. "We were doing nothing" he says. "The one time we did, they all told you. Nobody hides anything from you Tor, it's me they hide it all from. I had no idea you were back." I nod. "Nobody did" I say. "Well, apart from Layla and Randy. Roman and Seth would call, but they had no idea where I was." He frowns. "You didn't tell them?" he asks. I shake my head. "I thought they'd tell you" I whisper. "I couldn't cope with seeing you Dean. I still can't." He smirks. "And yet, now you're the GM" he chuckles. I smirk. "Crazy how things work out" I says taking a sip of my juice. "Ok" he says. "Talk time. Me first. I love you. I've always loved you. You're the other half of me, the piece of me I didn't even know was missing until I met you. You complete me, and without you I'm nothing. I can't be apart from you any more Tor, I just can't do it." I shake my head. "Please" I whisper. "Please don't think that words are going to make this all better. I'm not rushing things like we did before Dean. I'm not moving in with you, and I'm not marrying you. Hell, I'm not even sure if I want to be with you at all. I'm quite liking this single life. I have nobody to answer to, I have my own space. Yeah, I love you. I always have. But love doesn't make everything ok again. You fucked up. You fucked up big." He nods as I yawn. "Bed Tor" he whispers. I shake my head. "You want to talk" I say. "Fuck sake doll" he growls. "We've got forever to talk. Just sleep, please." "But, you..." I start. He shakes his head. "I'm going nowhere doll" he says. "Unless you want me to? Let me stay with you tonight?" I take a deep breath and nod as I stand up. He gets up and takes his jacket off before following me to my room.
I look at him nervously as he shuts my bedroom door. I take a deep breath as he walks towards me. "Could you, um, my zip?" I ask, turning my back on him. He growls and slowly slides the zip down the back of my dress. He lets it go and it pools at my feet, leaving me in my bra and lacy French knickers. His breath catches in his throat as I slowly turn around. He gulps as he looks at me, his eyes dark. "Damn Tor" he smirks. "Your tits got bigger!" I laugh. I can't help it. He drives me crazy. I shake my head and make my way to my dresser, grabbing the bottle of lotion. "Can I?" he asks as soon as he sees it. I hesitate and the hurt on his face is obvious. I look at him and nod. "But" I say. "I will warn you now, this is Randy's job. He's done it ever since I came back. It's Randy and junior bonding time." He nods slowly. "Tonight" he says. "It's papa and peanut bonding time. Lie on the bed woman." I smile. "Ah" I say climbing onto the bed. "Ambrose is in the building. You, my bed, now!" He laughs. "It did kinda slip out" he admits, kicking his shoes off. He looks at me awkwardly and I frown. "What?" I ask. "My, uh, belt" he says. "It's kinda gonna dig into me." "So take it off" I say simply. "You weren't going to sleep in it, were you?" He shakes his head and starts to slide the belt through the loops on his jeans. I frown at him. "So, you're sleeping in your jeans?" I ask. He growls and quickly pulls them off before pulling his shirt over his head. "Better?" he asks, smirking at me. I nod and hand him the bottle. He puts it beside him on the bed before leaning down and kissing the bump. "Hey baby" he whispers. "It's papa. You awake in there?" He leans down to kiss it again and gets rewarded with a kick in the nose. I can't help it. I laugh until my sides ache and tears roll down my face. He sits back on his heels and smirks at me. "Enjoyed that didn't you?" he smirks. I nod and he grins. "You always said that I'd get kicked one day" he says suddenly. And I remember. Of course I do. Every time he'd kiss my stomach when we were married I'd tell him one day he'd get a kick for his troubles. And now he has. He puts some lotion on his hands and starts to smooth it over my stomach. He's so gentle. I watch the concentration on his face as he rubs the lotion in tenderly. Junior rewards him with kicks and wriggles constantly, and the love in his eyes is obvious. "That feels amazing" he whispers, not looking at me. "To know there's a little person in there responding to my touch, and it's my little person, it's unreal." I nod. "It's very real at 3am when junior decides it's playtime and momma has to wake up" I say. He laughs. "It's changed so much from the last time I did this" he whispers. I nod, I was only four weeks pregnant the last time he'd rubbed the lotion in. Now I'm almost six months gone. "Gonna get bigger yet, ain't you pumpkin?" I say rubbing my stomach. Dean sits back and watches as junior kicks wherever I touch. "Wow" he whispers. "Knows momma's touch already." I nod and smile. "What the fuck is that?" he asks suddenly. I look and laugh. "An elbow" I say. "Or a knee. Possibly a foot." He looks totally freaked out and I smile. "It's ok to be freaked out Dean" I say. "I was at first. Now I'm, ah fuck!" He moves up the bed quickly. "Tor what's wrong?" he asks as I concentrate on my breathing. I shake my head. "All good" I say eventually. He looks at me suspiciously. "Dean" I say. "Jon" he corrects. "Dean" I say again. "Junior just used my ribs as a climbing frame. I'm good, honest. It happens a few times a day. Junior kinda hooks his foot under my bottom rib." "His?" he says, eyes wide. "Are we having a boy?" I shake my head. "I have no idea" I say. "I'm just saying his because he's causing me so many problems he has to be a boy." He laughs. "So when junior is behaving, kicking on command and sleeping so you can sleep..." he says. "Then" I say. "We're having a girl." He laughs again. I love his laugh. He looks at me nervously as I yawn. "Can I hold you?" he asks suddenly. "I'm not gonna try anything, I promise. I just need you in my arms." I look at him and nod. He groans and gets under the covers with me. He puts his arm out and I cuddle into his side. It's like I've never been away from him. Before I can stop myself I kiss his chest. He moans and pulls me closer, and I know that this is where I belong. These are the only arms I'm meant to be in. He kisses my head and I smile. "Sleep, doll" he whispers. And I do. For the first time in ages, I sleep, and I sleep well.