Our Love Goes On and On

Risks

"They should be back now, don't you think?" Ada asked.

I turned to her microwave and saw it was two in the morning, "Oh, yeah, I'll call Roman to see where they are."

I called and he didn't answer. I called again and he still didn't answer. Two calls was always my limit when it came to calling people, but he was my husband and I didn't know where he was, so I called a third time, but he still didn't answer.

"No answer? Dean's not answering either. Do you think something happened to them?"

"If something bad happened a hospital would have called us. They're huge guys, they wouldn't get jumped or anything, so they're fine."

"It's not like Dean to not answer his phone. He always answers his phone."

I rolled my eyes. She was so irritating past midnight. She became so emotional, and I can't deny and say I didn't too, but she took emotional to a different level.

"Roman answers his phone too, but you don't see me freaking out. He's a grown man, Ada, set him free. Let him breathe without you being down his throat the whole time about where he is and what he's doing. If he can take care of Aiden, he can take care of himself."

She flopped down on her bed and sighed, "Alright, I got your point."

"Let's just go to bed, and if they're still not back in the morning, then we'll start worrying."

Ada nodded and I left her room to go check on the kids. They fell asleep a long time ago, but I wanted to check and make sure everything was okay. When I got in there, London was hogging all the covers how she normally did. I laughed to myself and covered Aiden up and took the toys off of his bed so they could have more room.

It was so crazy how much London looked like Roman and I. She had his hair, it looked jet black, but it was really a dark brown...just like her Daddy's. She had my eyes, a dark brown, but if the sun hit them just right, they looked hazel. Roman always said she looked like me the most, which was why she was so gorgeous, and I took that compliment with pride.

Speaking of Roman, where was he? Why wasn't he answering his phone? Sure, I told Ada to calm down, and I think I just said that because I wanted to calm myself down. It wasn't like him to not answer his phone either.

I pushed those thoughts aside and got into Ada's bed because I was exhausted. I fell asleep almost immediately.

I woke up the next morning with my hair all over my face and I was engulfed in the covers. Ada's bed was super comfortable...I'd have to ask her later about her mattress. I needed one of these.

I looked around and she wasn't there anymore. Such an insomniac. I got up and got washed up a little, brushing my teeth and washing my face so I could look like a human. Dean always said I looked like a killer when I woke up, and I'd always punch him when he said that, and then Ada would punch me. Dean always deserved to be punched for starting that.

Now, I always had to wake up and get ready like I was going out to the club just to go downstairs. Stupid Dean. If he saw what his hair looked like in the morning, he'd take back what he said. Him and Ada stayed at our house a few weeks ago and he looked like a grizzly bear when he woke up. Stupid Dean.

I grabbed my phone and saw it was noon, which I didn't expect. Noon? I groaned because I knew London would be up and she'd have a thousand questions already and my mind wasn't ready for that. When she woke up, she was delirious for about two hours, so I got two hours of quiet...not today though.

"London!" she ran up the stairs and I smiled bright at her, "Hi, London, did you sleep good?"

"Yes, Mommy."