I was best friends with Dean long before we started dating. He came from the stereotypical 1% family. The type that only lets their kids date other pedegri worthy people. When we were just friends and still children they loved my attendance I was like their probono case. They saw it as a service to let Dean hang out with me, but as we got older and closer they grew to see me as a weed in their otherwise perfect garden. Once we announced that we were dating that grew from annoyance and irritation to pure hatred. I was the cause of everything they saw as wrong in their son, but after a year of us being engaged they found a way to get rid of the weed.
Two weeks and some odd days after our fourth anniversary and first being engaged they anounced Deans public engagment and set the wedding for a week after that. Right after I heard I called him and he told me he was informed at the announcement party. Right before the formal announcement as to not cause a scene. And we didn't speak for the following week. I was invited (told to go) to the wedding. When I entered the chruch I withheld a scoff at the audacity of it. It looked more like an opera house than a church. The unnamed girl walked in and I felt the need to smoke so as soon as she reached the reverend I left out a side door and walked up some concrete steps to a balcomy type thing that overlooked a few benches. After a few cigarettes I got up to go get my coat so I could leave when I saw Dean and his Mom walk out of the same side door I used. I sat back down before they could see me and hoped they would leave soon. His mom was talking about how this girl was from a good family and was raised right. She didn't do any of the silly things I did and she always kept herself together. In other words she would never wear his hoodies around ou-his house. That is when I stood up to leave having noticed the stairs on the other side of the platform.
Dean saw me and ran to catch up to me. Once he did he asked me why I was here. To which he recieved a deadpanned look as I told him is parents asked me to come. We had both learned that his parents got their way the only thing they hadn't been able to do was seperate us, well until they did. After a few failed tries of small talk on his part I asked, "what are you doing? Why aren't you with your wife?" I tried to say it without venom in my voice, but failed. When he answered I smiled, "I refused to marry her, and I saved up enough that it doesn't matter if they cut me off. We are getting married like we planned they don't have a say in it."
After that we went back to his house to get his stuff so he could move into the house he bought for us. After we got that stuff in he showed me around. He got really excited showing me our room and the closet he had made specifically for me. There was and indentation in the wall where the racks went because he knew how much the area under where the clothes hung annoyed me, since there isn't much you can use it for other than storage. When we got past the guest bedrooms and the study he showed me the bedroom beside ours it was painted a pastel green clolor with a Deans old toy chest in it. "What is this?" I ask scared of the answer. "I know you want a kid even though you are scared of turning out like your mom, but I also know you won't be like her. You are a good person. This will be our kids room." (I never told him I was scared to be my mom he just assumed that because anytime when we where dating and he brought up kids I got really sad. He is right on me wanting kids I just can't have them.) I could feel the tears welling up and I didn't want to tell him yet because he was, so happy. I calmly walked out of the room grabbed my keys and purse. I made it to my car before he realized I wasn't behind him anymore, and I got home before I realized he was following me. I ran inside and locked the door. My house mate Tasia asked me what Deans mother did guessing she said something to me after the wedding and I told her no. When she asked what was wrong I started at him telling me he wasn't marrying that girl up until the soon to be nursery. She was with me when the doctor told me I couldn't have kids, so I didn't have to feel in that bit. She told be to go take a hot bath and she would tell him I wasn't feeling well, then we would binge watch some tv and eat our weight in ice cream.
When I got out of my bath two hours later. Tasia had they TV on and was pulling the ice cream out of the freezer. She set it on the counter and I got us some spoons out. When she stopped to look at me I stopped too. She told me he was still there and asked if I wanted her to let him in so he could sleep in the guest bedroom since it was to late for him to be driving. I told her yes and put up the ice cream away having lost my appetite. She gave me a sad smile and kinda nuged me into the direction on my room. After the guest bedroom door shut she came and told me. Then she went to bed after telling me goodnight.
After trying to sleep for a couple of hours I got up and went to the guest bedroom. I knocked lightly on the door so if he was asleep I wouldn't wake him. After a second he responded. When I opened the door he was standing and his hair was ruffled like he'd been running his fingers through it alot. He went to say something but I ran up and hugged him. After a few minutes of silence I just said, "I can't have them. Kids, that's why I left earlier. That year I stayed in all summer that was right after I found out."
