Our Love Goes On and On

Weeks of Dean

Yeah, it's true, Dean kind of lived with us now. Him and Aiden were downstairs in the guest bedroom.

Dean really filed for divorce, letting Ada have the house since a teacher's salary didn't afford the lifestyle she was used to living. Or at least that was the excuse I had made up in my head.

I wanted to desperately know what happened between them. I always felt weird talking to Dean about it and Roman and I were in a weird space, so I was stuck.

London loved having Aiden to play with at any given time. They played and kept each other company, leaving the adults to have some free time throughout the day.

Penelope was walking around now. Actually, she was falling a lot more than walking, but my baby was walking and it was a huge step for her.

There were four bedrooms in our house and an office space that we turned into a bedroom, so you could say we have five.

Dean and Aiden had one. Penelope had one. London had one. Roman had one. And I had one.

Yeah, us sleeping in the same bed didn't work anymore. It wasn't a mutual decision, it just happened.

He'd come in and check on me like the good man I knew he was.

It was something psychological that I was going through. I was afraid of everything and forget letting anything touch me or going outside of the house.

My time to get downstairs had decreased. It had gone from twenty minutes to about ten.

I made breakfast this morning. The kids wanted sausage so why not?

Roman came down the stairs, seeming more like himself than he did a few weeks ago.

"What's for breakfast?"

"Uh, pancakes, eggs, and sausage." I pointed to some pancakes ready to eat. "I made your plate already."

"Thanks." He came over to the counter next to the stove I was cooking on, "How are you feeling today? Anything different?"

"Depends on what you're talking about."

He sighed and grabbed his plate, walking away to the table so he could eat.

"Why did you walk away?" I asked.

Tension had been high with us for a while and I felt it burst out of me.

"I don't have time to play cat and mouse, Chase."

"I thought we weren't running away?"

"I'm not running. I'm walking away from stupidity."

I turned off the stove and walked over to the table with my plate. "Did you just call me stupid?"

"You're acting stupid."

"You're acting like an asshole!"

"Apparently, I am an asshole!"

"How could you even say that I'm stupid? I was," I took a moment to take it back and realize what I was about to say. "I was, um, never mind, enjoy your breakfast."

I got up and threw my food in the garbage, no longer being hungry. I made my way to the garage, wanting a quiet place to be.

I closed the door and took a breath.

Who was I kidding? I wasn't strong enough.

"Please, stop." I cried and cried and cried. "Please."

I covered my mouth and tried not to make too much noise.

The memories were still there.

"Chase?" I looked up and Dean was standing there, "Hey, what's wrong?"