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Post by Dean on Oct 15, 2009 19:27:24 GMT -5
Three long months have passed since he arrived on Emma and Cian's doorstep with a suitcase. Clearly, it wasn't a pretty sight to behold. Dean was a mess, hell he still was. Logan spent the weekends with him at the Lawrence house, and as much as he wanted to, he couldn't leave for a motel.
The first month was the hardest. Alot of his nights were sleepless, and all he could think of was Harmony. Was she okay? How was Regan doing? Did she know he still loved them both? Did she know how sorry he was to keep that secret from her?
The morning rays shined in from the spaces between the curtains, and Dean groaned, covering his head up. It was another day, another day here. Another day without Harmony. Another day he felt completely and utterly horrible.
He could hear Oliver playing in his room, and Emma shuffling around in the kitchen. He closed his eyes, trying to block the noise out. But it just wasn't happening. He sighed, pushing the blanket back and sitting up on the couch. "Morning." He said softly.
He rubbed at the slight beard that was growing on his chin. He needed to shave, but felt there was no need. He swung his legs over, sitting up and leaning his head back against the couch. "Coffee ready?" He asked, rolling his head over to look at Emma.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 15, 2009 19:32:22 GMT -5
The hardest thing to deal with (beside knowing that it was her fault Dean was kicked out of his house; Harmony was even more angry with him then they thought--they hadn't spoken in three months!) was seeing Dean like this. Seeing him standing with tears in his eyes at their door with just a suitcase, looking like a wreck... Not sleeping while he was here, not talking much...
Still, like she'd been doing for the past three months, despite her own sickness with this pregnancy, she put on a smile for him, hoping it might one day turn him around.
"Morning," she returned, trying to sound cheerful. "Yes. Waiting for you on the table."
She eyed him as she set his plate of food at the place where the coffee sat. "How'd you sleep?"
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Post by Dean on Oct 15, 2009 19:40:04 GMT -5
He rubbed at his neck, nodding as he stood. He could smell the wonderful aroma of the coffee swimming through the house. He took a seat at the table, placing his nose over the cup and taking in a deep breath. His eyes closed a moment as he took a sip.
"Okay." He nodded, taking a bite of the scrambled eggs. "Thanks." He said softly, giving her a faint smile. He ran a hand through his hair, before taking another bite. "What're your plans for today?" He asked, looking over at her.
He appreciated the cheerfulness she applied, trying to cheer him up. But nothing would make him happier than to be back with his wife. God, even sometimes in the middle of the night he would reach out, hoping his arm would cover her body. But, the sad truth was, she wasn't with him.
She didn't want to see him, nor talk to him. She had completely shut the door on their relationship. All of it over a small mistake. He sniffed, his nose slightly runnny. He ran a hand through his hair before finishing off the breakfast.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 15, 2009 19:45:51 GMT -5
"My pleasure," she said, sitting opposite him, extending her feet beneath the table and leaning back. God, sometimes it just felt wonderful to get off her feet and let her back relax. "You know I'm always happy to cook for you."
Emma watched him all but inhale his food. He was so...not Dean. Dean she knew was playful, always teasing her, always telling her to stop thinking... Now he didn't say much of anything at all.
She shrugged. "Pal around with you and Ollie, I guess, until Cian comes home," she answered, thinking of her husband who was long off at work. Shit, sometimes she wished he would take a day or two off just to be...here, with her. "We want to take you out to dinner. Is that okay?"
Something started to feel...off. She didn't know what it was, but the satisfaction of sitting down turned to discomfort. She tried standing again, but it was no help.
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Post by Dean on Oct 15, 2009 19:54:34 GMT -5
He smiled softly at her, taking another sip of his coffee as he leaned back. "I know." He replied softly. He truly wasn't himself anymore. This Dean was someone he didn't like, nor knew. Maybe he was going through a life change or something? He hoped that wasn't the case, he hoped that sooner, rather than later, he'd be back to his normal goofy self.
They wanted to take him to dinner?
Her raised a brow, and shrugged. "Yeah, I guess." He gave a nod, grasping the coffee cup and bringing it to his lips. "Gotta ask; why?" He said softly, before downing what was left in the cup. He watched her take to her feet again as he walked over to get more coffee.
"You okay?"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 15, 2009 19:58:06 GMT -5
Why? Because he needed to be better, goddamn it! None of them could take watching him mope around the apartment anymore. They knew they couldn't bring him and Harmony back together, but maybe if he was happier, he'd find the courage to mend things with his wife. Looking over at him, she tried on a smile again.
"Because we love you and think that you're just too sad for our liking," she chuckled, leaning on the counter and putting a hand on her hip. "You're like a sad little puppy dog. We can't bear to see you like this."
Emma took a ragged deep breath. "Yeah, fine," she assured him in a sigh. A low ache sounded at her side.
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Post by Dean on Oct 15, 2009 20:03:48 GMT -5
He let out a soft 'psh' at her reply. A smile forming at his poured himself another cup. He didn't know what to say. He himself didn't like to mope around the way he was. But he found himself in a deep mode of depression. Anyone else in his situation would be too. So he wasn't completely surprised at their wanting the old Dean back.
Hell, he did too.
He ran a hand down his face, sucking in his lips as he looked down at his shoes. Some unknown reason he felt the need to appologize. But knew Emma wouldn't take it. She'd simply shrug it off and say it wasn't his fault when it really was. He put himself in this situation. It was him who decided to keep a secret from Harmony.
All of it was his doing. He shrugged, taking a deep breath and sighing. "You know you do a nose twitching thing when your lying right?" He smirked, taking a sip of the coffee.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 15, 2009 20:11:20 GMT -5
She eyed him. He was silent for a long time, then he blurted out one of his more Dean-like comments. Emma couldn't help but smirk and put a hand on her nose. "Oh, I do?" she chuckled, but it was cut short by a shot of pain throughout her middle, flying up her back. It felt like her spine had shattered into a thousand pieces, and it was going to take her knees with it.
"Shit," she muttered, wincing and turning her face away. Her next sound was more like a groan. "Oh, shit."
Of all the moments on Earth... Why did it have to be when Dean was here, when Dean needed them most, she couldn't go needing him! Not again! God, not again...
"You're cursed. You catch me in all these compromising positions. Holy--ow!"
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Post by Dean on Oct 15, 2009 20:16:36 GMT -5
He nodded, taking another gulp. "Yeah. I've known, but felt you didn't need to know." He smiled softly. "You sure your--" He was cut off by her groan. "Em, you okay?"
"You're cursed. You catch me in all these compromising positions. Holy--ow!"
That erupted a soft chuckle from him as he placed his cup on the kitchen counter and went to her side. "Do you want me to take you to the ER?" He asked, rubbing her back softly. He remembered her last delivery a little too well. To say the least, he hoped to god this one would be a bit easier on her.
He felt out of place, didn't know what to do. Which was odd seeing as he delivered his baby girl into this world. "You want me to call Cian? Tell me what you want me to do Em."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 15, 2009 20:25:12 GMT -5
Moments of her vision flashed in her head and she wanted to cry, but the pain prohibited that right now. At another shockwave of pain, her only reflex was to grip to his shoulder. She couldn't do this without... Well someone else had to... Could she tell...? No! It was too awful for even one person to know, wasn't it?
The thought of it just being a Braxton Hicks contraction was fleeting. It left just as soon as it had come. Rushes of pain started to sting each and every nerve. She thought she might throw up, but she didn't want to relive her first labor. No, never again.
But she knew this one would only be worse. Had to be.
Emma nodded or shook her head to the questions. No emergency room, not yet.--Needed to lie down. Her back was all but broken--Yes, Cian. Yes, yes, Cian!
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Post by Dean on Oct 15, 2009 20:31:13 GMT -5
At the clutch of his shoulder, he knew she was in pain. He hadn't used his telepathy is months, so it was a fifty-fifty chance he could read or not read her thoughts. He opened himself up to her, as his arm wrapped around her, helping her walk to the couch. "Lay down." He told her gently, helping her.
He could tell her thoughts went to Cian, he turned, walking to get the phone as he dialed Cian's cell. "Cian..." He paused. "Emma's in a lot of pain. I-" He was cut off. "Okay. Alright. I'll tell her you're on your way." He hung up, looking back at her.
"He's on his way." He walked back to the couch, crouching down before her as he took her hand. "It's gonna be okay." He smiled softly. "I promise." Though he wasn't sure if he could keep that promise. He had to do everything in his power to help her. Help her believe that no matter what happened...
Everything would be okay.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 16, 2009 15:11:02 GMT -5
Cian was on his way--where, here or the hospital? She wanted to get there as soon as she could move. She made up her mind right then to tell him, to tell Dean. Someone had to know. She couldn't go through knowing this by herself. And when it happened... Well, who would be there?
Seated on the couch, immobile and muscles tight, she looked over to him, tears squeezing out of her eyes. Emma nodded, and in an attempt to catch her breath, she held onto his hand. She didn't want to go through this again, not even with the lingering thought of having Cian's baby. The prospect was...overwhelming.
Finally, the pain began to dull, and she sighed, feeling her head spin. "Let's go. We...we should go."
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Post by Dean on Oct 21, 2009 20:25:39 GMT -5
And just like that, waves of her thoughts came to him, blasting him full force. He closed his eyes a moment, blinked a few times and shook his head. He had to focus on Emma, she needed someone, that much was sure. He smiled softly as she sat on the couch. She wanted to tell him something? " What?" It just simply came spilling out before he could stop it. He winced slightly, knowing Emma would know that he had heard her thoughts. Tears sprung to her eyes as she grabbed for his hand. He kissed it softly. " You okay?" He looked at his watch. Someone needed to keep track of these contractions. "Let's go. We...we should go." He looked up at her. Confused a moment. Just a minute ago she had inwardly protested to a hospital, and know she was willing to go. " Yeah." He wasn't about to argue with her or reason with her. He'd leave a small note for Cian to meet them at the hospital. " One second." He turned around, grabbing the small stick-it notepad and a pen and jotted it down. Cian, Went to hospital, meet us there. Dean He quickly put on his sneakers before taking to his feet. " Okay mama. Let's get you to the hospital." He smirked. Knowing that's what she needed right now. She needed for this to be light, and not all about worry. " Oliver." He called out. " Get your shoes on buddy. We gotta go!"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 21, 2009 20:37:17 GMT -5
For the split moment she realized Dean heard her thoughts, she felt her throat closed up. She coughed, swallowing, and regaining breath. Jesus, her stomach hurt... Hoisting herself up off the couch, she tried to call back to her son, but it stopped halfway when she thought she might throw up: "Oliver, come here--!"
She saw him peek his head out of his door and run up to Uncle Dean, knowing something wasn't right. "Come on, baby," she cooed, gesturing him to walk slowly to the car with them. Had to tell Dean, had to tell him. Tell somebody.
Not Cian. He would find out eventually. It was him, after all, who...
Oh, her train of thought was cut off, my God, sit me down in this car right now.
Though she wasn't sure whether the motion of the car would make her sick or not, she needed to relieve the pressure from her back. And dammit, he needed to get in the car next to her so she could hold his hand again. Breathing deeply was a challenge.
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Post by Dean on Oct 21, 2009 20:47:00 GMT -5
It was amazing how adrenaline could effect the body. He was moving faster than usual, even without his celerity. As Oliver peeked his head out and Emma cooed for him to follow, Dean quickly swooped him into his arms, and ran him to the car. Within amazing time, he had the boy strapped up and at the door before Emma could step a foot outside.
'Oh, my God, sit me down in this car right now.'
"Right." He placed a hand on her back, helping her to the car. Once inside safely, he closed the door and jumped into the driver seat. He wondered how this was affection Oliver, as he looked in the rearview mirror at the boy. "You okay bud?" He smiled, starting the engine.
One hand on the wheel, he offered his other as a pain reliever. "Just don't break bones." He teased softly.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 21, 2009 20:53:23 GMT -5
Oliver shuffled his feet, not liking the fast pace of this situation. His face was covered with worry as he met Dean's eyes in the rearvieiw mirror. Emma caught his gaze and reached back to him. "It's okay, Ollie. It's okay, I'm right here, see?" Only able to reach his foot, she grabbed onto his little sneaker, letting him know it was going to be okay. He was overwhelmed. Her Empathy was going out of control.
Then she clutched Dean's hand, looking over at him, trying to force the same smirk he was giving her. "No promises," she sighed, taking in another shallow breath after that.
She closed her eyes, but calmness seemed evasive. Come on, baby girl. Don't do this to me. Don't let this happen. Stay okay, for me. I'm right here, you're going to be okay. Daddy will be here soon, too. We're gonna hold you, and name you, and... Jesus, Dean, don't drive so fast...
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Post by Dean on Oct 21, 2009 21:01:41 GMT -5
His eyes scanned from the road, to Oliver, to Emma and back several times as he tried to weave through traffic. "Yup, everything's okay." He smiled softly, nodding as he slightly blarred his horn at someone who had just cut him off. "Oh you fricken..." He hands tightened against the wheel and he swallowed his words quickly.
He cracked a smile at her comeback. 'Come on, baby girl. Don't do this to me. Don't let this happen. Stay okay, for me. I'm right here, you're going to be okay. Daddy will be here soon, too. We're gonna hold you, and name you, and... Jesus, Dean, don't drive so fast...' He made a look over at her. "Sorry I just.. I can't think when your... thinking." He laughed slightly at how that sounded.
His foot loosened some on the gas as the light before them turned red. "I say we make this into a game." He smiled, turning slightly to look back at Oliver. "Whenever you see those lights turn red. You yell RED LIGHT." He smirked, his eyes glancing to Emma. "And when they turn green, you yell GREEN LIGHT." He smiled, reaching out and tapping Oliver's head.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 21, 2009 21:06:40 GMT -5
They jerked forward as Dean crashed his foot on the brake when he was cut off, and it all but hurled vomit out of Emma's body with the force. Letting loose a slow groan, she looked to Dean. "Sorry, I'll stop." That was going to be a hard promise to keep, as well. With everything that was going through her mind, she was surprised Dean hadn't heard what she wanted to tell him already. She refused to let that thought slip.
Oliver, seeming to like the idea of the game, smiled and nodded. "Okey-day, Uckle Dee," he said, shifting and readying himself to play, eyes set on the traffic light. It suddenly flashed a bright green color and he called out triumphantly, "Gwee lie!" throwing his arms up in the air.
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Post by Dean on Oct 21, 2009 21:11:42 GMT -5
"Sorry." He managed to muffle out softly as he smiled softly at her. "Your fine it's.. it's me. It's been me." He sighed slightly, raking a hand through his head. Pull it together Winchester. He told himself. "What do you--"
Oliver cut him off with his exclamation of the light being green. He laughed. "Good job." He smriked, pushing on the pedal slightly and heading down the road. He gave Emma's hand a slight squeeze. "What do you want to talk to me about?" He asked, looking over at her for a second.
What is it Em? What has got you so riled up?
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 22, 2009 17:59:39 GMT -5
Her eyes widened at his question, and she struggled to evade it, mind still on the throbbing ache in her stomach, wanting to get to the hospital quickly without having to deal with the motion sickness. She swallowed, hoping to keep her stomach calm for a while. "Nothing," she fibbed. "I mean, later. I'll talk to you later. I just want to lie down right now."
The thought of being in a hospital bed suddenly didn't sound so bad, despite its frightening prospect. She bit her lip, looking back at Ollie and giving a shaky smile. "Good job, baby boy. You tell 'im," she breathed, taking in a short gasp for air after. It felt like the weight of her stomach was closing in on the rest of her...
"How much farther?" she choked.
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