Nothing like him

Part 31

We found dinner at some pizza place two blocks away from the hotel. I sat at the table still in a little bit of a shock while Dean skimmed through the menu. The talk with Lola wnt better than expected. I found out about my brother's situation and that my parents were really good in the beginning but started fighting again when I was about 6-7 years old.
Lola explained everything about my parents. About how they used to be drug dealers in their teen years but bettered themselves when they found out they were pregnant with Zayn. How they were so in love before having kids- both times. And about what most of their fights were about. I never really noticed this growing up but I never really knew my parents. Almost every one of their fights started with the talk about substance abuse. My dad would say how he wished he never quit drugs and stayed addicted to them- mom didn't like that. And mom would say how she should have never let my dad sober her up- dad didn't like that.
"Well if they were so in love with drugs why did they go through with having kids?" Dean asked. Lola answered, explaining how mom wanted a baby and her getting pregnant was an "eye opener".
"But it kind of defeats the purpose when you close your eyes again because you crave the drugs," Lola said.
Now in the pizza shop no words could come out of my mouth. Everything was still processing, loading, falling in place, filling in the blanks. I was piecing together the puzzle I called life.
"If they loved drugs so much and quit for the sake of Zayn, why did they want another kid after they lost him when they still wanted drugs?" I asked out loud as I bit off some of my pizza.
    Dean shrugged. "Zayn was an accident, maybe you were too," he said.
    "Thanks a lot" I laughed. Dean laughed after. "How are you feeling?" I said. My face and tone switched to motherly.
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me" he said as he grabbed the last slice of pizza. He sure is eating like he is fine.
"Someone has to" I finished my pizza and grabbed my wallet to pay. I know it's supposed to be the guy that pays for everything, but I hated that. Why would anyone wanna pay for themselves and the other person every time you go out with them. Dean and I take turns- more like I pay without Dean noticing. I get up as if I'm going to the ladies room and pay without Dean knowing.  I walked back to the table and grabbed my jacket. "Let's go,"  I smiled.
"We didn't pay," he said, standing up.
"Yeah we did" I laughed while making it obvious that I was putting my wallet back in my purse. He shook his head with a smile and took my hand as we walked out. The streets were lit with fairy lights and beautiful Christmas decor. It was cold so we walked fast. We started to make our way towards the hotel before Dean broke out in a coughing episode. I rubbed his back and offered some of my water to him but he shook his head and kept walking.
It lasted a while and he couldn't properly catch his breath. It scared me a bit. By the time we got back to the hotel was when he finally stopped. He said it was probably just the cold but it was obvious it wasn't. He flopped on the bed after changing out of his jeans and I did the same. I curled up against his chest and scrolled on my phone while he flipped through the channels on the TV. It reminded me of a married couple.
Dean put on a random movie before his hand started to linger around my back. He laid me on my back and slid his hand down my stomach towards my inner thigh. I smiled, my heart started to beat faster. His fingers snuck under my pants and into my lacy thong, slowly inching towards the spot. I looked at him with an eager smile. I wanted it. I wanted him. Forever. I will always want him. I would want nothing other than him. He didn't make eye contact but had a smirk while he continued to look at the TV. He knew what he was doing to me. His fingers lingered and rubbed and moved in magical ways under my pants. He pushed the right areas and it felt amazing. I kicked my pants off and fiddled with his, indicating that I wanted more than just his hands. He didn't stop me. I adjusted so my body was right over his hips. I moved my waist slowly, pushing down lightly on his erection.
Slowly inching it into me, all the way in. Dean's eyes closed and his jaw dropped as I put him inside of me, slowly grinding my hips against his. Skin to skin was the best touch there was. He smiled while he bit his lip and placed his hand on my waist to guide my movements. I moved faster, and faster, and faster. Breathe heavy, heart beats racing. Perfect, just like I liked it. Dean's fingers still rubbed the spot only he could find. He made me want to scream. I gasped at the feeling and went faster and harder, just like Dean liked it.
We went like this for a while before he mumbled that he was going to finish. I didn't stop. Not yet. But maybe I should have. Dean broke out in his cough again but this time it sounded worse. I stopped and got off of him. Because I was concerned. He curled in a ball as he struggled to catch his breath. It was at that moment when my phone started to ring. I looked at my phone to see it was Elaina. I answered as I put my pants back on.
"Hey Elaina," I started.
"Mariana. Are you and Dean in Boston?" She sounded worried and agitated at the same time. It scared me.
"Yeah why?" I said.
"Dean's getting worse. He didn't go to his last appointment and the cancer is spreading faster. He wasn't even supposed to go to Boston because he needs more rounds of chemo now. You guys need to come back as soon as possible." she said. My jaw dropped, Dean had lied again. I started to pack our things up and get ready to go. Hanging up on Elaina before grabbing Dean's phone and looking at his recent missed calls. All from his doctors, parents and sister.
"You're getting worse. Way worse to the point where they need to give you more chemo. Come on, we have to go back right now" I said in a worried tone. Dean didn't move, still curled up coughing. "Dean, we have to go. I said as I pulled him out of his ball.
"You told Lola we'd be back tomorrow. We can't go,"h e said before coughing again.
"Dean. you are fucking dying" a tear fell down my cheek. "I'm sure Lola can understand. Come on" I pulled him up and got him dressed before we made our way back to the car.
"You can't drive a manual," he said as he grabbed the keys from me. I grabbed the keys back.
"Things change after you date a guy who was obsessed with cars. Get in the damn car" I said sternly before pushing him into the passenger side. I sat in the driver's seat and everything came back to me. I think Dean was impressed at my driving skills because of how often he'd whisper  wow or Damn. 
I drove fast back to New york.
Hopefully we'll make it in time, I thought to myself.