The waiting room is empty, which suits me fine. Dean sits down gently and pats the seat next to him. I smile and sit next to him, looking at the receptionist out of the corner of my eye. She's eyeing Dean suspiciously. I frown and shake my head, looking at him and smiling. "Ready for this?" I ask, cuddling into his shoulder. He grins. "I've never been more ready for anything in my life" he says softly. I smile as he rests his hand on my stomach. "This makes being off work worthwhile" he says. "I would have missed all the other appointments because of work." I nod. "But you're here now" I say smiling. He nods and kisses my head. "And I'm going nowhere" he says, looking me in the eye. "Torrie Good" the nurse calls. Dean grins. "I love that name" he says, standing slowly. I smile and help him into the room, letting him have the chair. The doctor walks in and frowns. "Generally the mother to be sits" he says looking at Dean. Dean goes to stand up but I push him back down. "Generally the father to be isn't recovering from being stabbed" I point out. The doctor nods and gestures to the examination table. I slide on and lift my top up. Dean smiles. "Elbow?" he asks, looking at the bulge. The doctor smiles and shakes his head. "Uh junior is giving us a view of his butt" he says laughing. Dean groans. "Thanks Olaf" he says. I grin and shriek quickly as the doctor puts the cold gel on my stomach. Olaf doesn't like it either, he moves his butt away quickly. Soon the room is filled with the sound of a healthy heartbeat. Oh, and sobs. Dean is crying. I look over at him and he sniffs. "That's my baby" he whispers. The doctor looks at me. "Papa hasn't been here before" he says. I shake my head. "We're, um, separated" I say. "But we're getting back on track" Dean says quickly. I nod and smile when I see what the doctor is doing. He calls Dean over and waits patiently as Dean slowly joins us. When Olaf is suddenly on the screen in black and white Dean crumbles. "That's amazing" he whispers, wiping his eyes. "You're amazing. I love you." He kisses my head and the doctor smiles. He prints a picture off and hands it to Dean before wiping the gel off my stomach and letting me get down. "All healthy and good" he says writing in my notes. "We'll see you in a month." I nod and thank him as Dean stares at the picture. "Thank you" he whispers before following me out of the room.
"Wow" he whispers as he sits in the car. "This seems more real now. I mean, the first picture I had, the one in the card, he looked like a blip. But now, now I can see everything, fingers, toes, the lot. Now shit just got real. Fuck, I nearly threw all this away." I shut his door and go around to get in the car. "I'm so sorry" he says looking at me as I get in. I frown. "What?" I ask. "I'm sorry" he repeats. "I can't believe I nearly threw all of this away for one night. One stupid fucking night." "Dean" I say starting the car. "It's done now. Can we not mention it anymore? I can't get over it if you keep bringing it up." He nods and concentrates on the picture. "Move back in" he says as we pull up in the driveway. It's the first time he's spoken since we left the doctors, and he says it so softly I barely hear it. I look at him. "Please?" he begs. I shake my head. "Dean, I..." I start. "Torrie" he says. "I know I fucked up. I fucked up big, and I lost you. I'm asking you, please, to start trusting me again, to give in to your feelings again. I know you love me, I can see it when you look at me. Fuck doll, I fucking love you too. But we need to mend us, and to mend us, we need to be together. We need to be a family. You, me and Olaf. That's what matters now. We need to be together, like we were." "Can we really get back to how we were though?" I whisper. "I was so fucking happy Dean, and you took that from me. I don't know if we can get that back." "We can" he says straight away. "We can, and we will." I shake my head and get out of the car, going round to help him out. "I love you" he whispers standing beside me and wrapping his arms around me. I nod. "I love you too" I finally say. He's made me say it. And it's ok, because I do. I really do love him. His phone rings. "Ah fuck" he says looking at me. "Doll, it's in my pocket, could you?" I nod and take it out. He shakes his head when I hand it to him. "You answer it" he says, taking the keys and going to open the door. I groan, knowing he's in pain and that's why he needs to get in. It's been a hard morning for him. I answer it without even looking at the caller ID. "Jon's phone" I say walking to the front door. "Torrie?" a voice asks. "Wow! Where is he?" "He's ok Sami" I say. "He just had to go lie down, we've just come from the doctors." "Everything ok?" Sami asks quickly. "Yeah" I say. "My appointment, not his. Baby is fine." Sami chuckles. "Um Tor" he whispers. "I'm trying not to mention that cos I've got someone here who doesn't know." "Mom?" I ask quickly. "Yeah" Sami whispers. "Could you give her the phone?" I ask. "Uh, sure" he says, obviously puzzled.
"Hello?" she says. "Hi mom" I say smiling. "Oh hey Torrie!" she says, sounding happy. "How are you? I was hoping you'd call." "Sorry" I groan. "Jon and I split up, got divorced and shit. But we're kinda getting things straight now. Uh, I know this is kinda out of the blue, but would you be able to come out here?" "I'm not sure thats what Jon would want" she says quickly. "Please?" I ask. "He, uh, he got stabbed a week ago, and I think it's kind of put things into perspective for him. He knows how important family is now, and second chances. Second chances are big right now. Plus there's something we need to tell you that wouldn't be right telling you over the phone." "He got what?" she yells. "Fuck Torrie, why didn't you contact me?" "I couldn't" I say. "I got a new phone when we split and lost all my numbers. I've been trying to think of a way to contact you, for some reason Sami never crossed my mind." "It's ok" she says softly, sensing I'm getting upset. "I'll sort a flight and get there as soon as I can." "Thanks mom" I say. "Tor" Sami says. "Is everything ok? I mean, is Mox ok?" "He's home Sami" I say. "He's not ok, but he's home. Why don't you come out and visit? He'd like that." "Sure" he says. We make the arrangements over the phone, say goodbye and hang up. I go into the house and shut the door.
He's lying on the sofa when I walk in the lounge, pain evident on his face. "I knew this would be too much for you" I say grabbing his pain meds and some water. He takes them quickly and lies back down. "I'm glad I went" he says quietly, pulling the picture out again. "Just to see this little one wriggling on that screen makes all the pain worthwhile." I smile and go to stand up. "Hungry?" I ask. He frowns then nods. "A little" he admits. "Just some toast though." I nod and go to make it, putting a pot of coffee on for me. I get the feeling I'm going to need it. When I go to take his toast in to him he's looking at the wound. It's weeping and soaking through his shirt. I groan and get the first aid kit, quickly cleaning it and redressing it before going upstairs to get him a fresh shirt. He's asleep by the time I get back downstairs. I smile and lie on the other sofa, and soon I'm sleeping too.