Disappeared [ Dylan Sprayberry Fanfic ]

Epilogue

Dylan's POV
1 year later
"You can't bring that thing in here." Crystal turned up her nose, and crossed her arms as I passed her room en-route to the staircase.
"By "thing" you're referring to Fred?" I questioned, shifting him to my other arm. I looked at my kid in the midst of sucking on the frame of my sunglasses.
"When are you going to start calling him by his name?" I sighed, as I pried the glasses away from his small fingers.
"When you get rid of it." She snapped, slamming the door in my face. I looked down at Fred, dark blue eyes wide and curious, staring at the door.
"Wait," I tapped on the door and she slammed it open again.
"Where's Bridget?" Crystal narrowed her eyes,
"Still downstairs on the couch. She's exhausted, you know." She glared at me once more before shutting the door in my face again.
I rolled my eyes.
"Don't worry, she'll come around." I assured him, turning the corner.

Bridget became pregnant a little over a month after Daniel left, not intentional of course, it was a huge surprise. Gale and Crystal weren't all that happy about it, but they warmed up too it. Sort of. Mrs. Holt and my mother were overjoyed--i'd imagine there'd be no surprise there.

Fred leaned his head against my shoulder and yawned, rubbing his eyes tiredly. I pressed my lips briefly against his warm forehead. He smelled like baby lotion and soap.
"Tired, little man?" I questioned, as he squirmed to make himself comfortable in my arms. I made my way downstairs and into the living room. Bridget was curled up on the couch where I'd left her, hair in a messy ponytail, sporting sweats and a tank top. I put Fred on his feet and he waddled up to the couch, his fingers squeezing my own.
He looked up at me,
"Dada."
"Yup." I bent down as he leaned over the couch, nose to nose with Bridget.
Fred poked her lower lip, and exploded in a fit  of giggles. Bridget's eyes opened slowly, and she sprung up.
"What time is it? How long have I been asleep?" She murmured, rubbing her eyes.
"Couple hours." I picked up Fred and sat down next to her.
"No--you were supposed to wake me up at 3." Bridget raked a hand through her black hair, tired brown eyes drifting over the living room.
"Its fine," I sighed, kissing her forehead as Fred settled against me. I began stroking his dark hair forward,
"You don't have to do everything by yourself. You can sleep."
"What have you been doing?" Bridget asked suspiciously, ignoring me.
"Well," I paused as I formed Fred's hair into a Mohawk,
"we went to the park, then we went out and got coffee--yours is in the fridge, and we just finished a game of Call of Duty."
"Oh." She looked surprised.

Fred rolled over in my lap, then slipped down onto the floor. He crawled towards a toy truck, hair still spiked in a Mohawk. I looked at Bridget, eyebrows raised. "See? I have it all under control."
"Sorry." She rubbed her eye with the heel of her hand.
"You just need to concentrate on college, I've got the rest." I told her, while stroking her hair.
"What about you?" Bridget shuffled over to me, laying her head atop my chest. We both watched Fred for a while, rolling the truck back and forth, back and forth. He made a gurgling noise then busted out laughing.
"I can go whenever." I said truthfully looking down at her as I stroked her hair back from her face.
She looked up at me, ready to argue, but I kissed her before she could start. As I opened my mouth a tiny bit, Bridget pulled away, her face bright red. I grinned in response to this, it amazed me how she still managed to be embarrassed after so many years.
Bridget suddenly stood up, ran into the kitchen, and then screeched.
"What's wrong?" I grabbed Fred, and walked into the kitchen.
"Why didn't you tell me it was 6 o'clock?! Daniel and I are supposed to Skype in 10 minutes!" She shrieked, before running upstairs. I shook my head, and looked at Fred who was waving his toy truck around,
"when mommy's like that, just leave her alone."

I walked back over to the couch and plopped down. My mother and Gale would be here in an hour or so, ready to take Fred away for more coddling I'm sure. Bridget came down the stairs, half dressed, pulling on ripped jeans as she tore a brush through her hair.
"Why can't you get dressed like that on our dates?" I questioned, as she hurriedly applied eyeliner in the computer reflection. Bridget spun around in the chair and glared at me before moving on to mascara.
"Maybe because all of your "dates" hardly involve the need for clothes." Crystal shouted from the kitchen, I could almost see the quotation marks around date. I rolled my eyes, handing Fred over, as Bridget gestured for him.
She set him down in her lap, smoothed down her already perfect hair, just as the Skype notification popped up in the corner. I silently protested as Bridget clicked on it, and went off into the kitchen to listen to more of Crystal's complaining.

Bridget's POV
Daniel's face appeared on the computer screen, tired but smiling,
"Afternoon' Sunshine."
"Afternoon' to you." I nodded, as a mini-football flew in front of the screen.
"Hey! Dumb ass! Don't you see me trying to have a conversation?!" Daniel shouted, his head whipping around in the direction the football flew from.
"Yeah, yeah I know. You've been talking about it for the last week." A male's voice retorted, from the other side of the room. Daniel flipped him off, then turned back to me, rolling his eyes,
"Sorry about that."
"Its cool." I  laughed, as a small hand moved into my eye sight. Fred's hand opened and closed in front of the camera, signaling hi, then he reached out for Daniel's face.
"Sup." He nodded in Fred's direction, and Fred mimicked him. I shook my head,
"You're ridiculous."
"Ridiculously good-looking yes," Daniel flipped his hair out of his eyes, and waved his eyebrows at me,
"It hurts to be this sexy, trust me."
"I wouldn't know about that, right?" I couldn't manage a straight face, as his smirk twitched then fell.
"That's not really--I just, you know what I mean, right?" He rubbed his chin nervously, as if he ever had hair there.
"Sure." I nodded, smiling, as Fred began babbling.

We kind of just sat there in silence for a second, I could hear Crystal and Dylan arguing in the kitchen.
"So, how's things been going? With college and all..." I asked awkwardly, not really knowing what else to say.
"I'm tired," He paused to rub his dark-rimmed eyes,
"All I do is study, I barely have time to miss you." Daniel grinned, as his dorm mate scoffed in the background.
"Yeah, I've been busy too." I noted quietly, knowing he wouldn't really want to hear about the diaper changing, the screaming, the sleepless nights. It was all another world to him--Daniel had his routine there, and I had mine here.
"You know, I still can't wrap my head around all of this," He gestured with both hands towards Fred on my lap, "Its still hard to believe. I mean, whenever I look back--we're still in Mr. Finch's class and..."
"I can't really believe it myself," I replied, looking down at the kid that belonged to me,
"Its been a rough year."
"I bet." Daniel nodded in agreement, and pursed his lips.
"You talk to Crystal this week?" I asked, after another long pause.
"Oh yeah," He laughed,
"She's still upset about the kid, it seems... Can I tell you something?"
"Course." Daniel's face flashed out for a moment, another reminder of how far a part we were.
"I was so pissed when you first told me you were expecting. I don't know, I was just angry even though I've gotten over all of it...But now, i'm okay with it." He wet his lips, and smiled at some far away memory.
"Why?" It came out of me before I could control it, I expected him to be angry--I expected him to never want to talk to me again.
"I look at Fred and I see you." Daniel shrugged,
"Even if he looks exactly like that asshole..."
"I'm going to go see The Conjuring, are you coming or not?" The dorm mate demanded, the mini football bounced off of Daniel's head.
"Yeah, I'm coming! God damn..." He snapped, shaking his head.
"Hey I gotta go, I'll be coming up there next week to visit. Don't forget." He winked at me, then shut the computer off. I slid the legal bad out of the desk drawer, and uncapped a pen,

Dear Dad,
I'm doing well. Dylan and I have finally established some kind of order, we're still figuring out things with Fred--All and all, I know you're watching me. Through it all. In all those moments, I'd lost hope in life, or him, or myself, I could always hear you, telling me, to get up on my feet again--that I was here for a reason, that things fall a part so you can fit new people; new things in your life. I've met a lot of good people,, I'm finally happy, you know? Mom's happy too, she's finally gotten rid of that old orchard you hated. You mean the world to me and more.
P.S Dad.
Fred,
He has your eyes
Bridget

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