It's Been A Long Time... [Desperate Measures Sequel]

SixtyThree.

I have to admit I thought there would be more resistance from Dean to stay with me, I guess that was my insecure side coming out. I knew we had much more to talk about though, it was one thing to admit we were both good at fucking things up but if we didn't sort everything out then we would continue to go around in circles. 

"So you were in rehab for the whole five years?" He asked me as we retreated to the bedroom as the night drew in. I knew we wouldn't get much sleep when all we kept doing with talking. 

I nodded, "I left work and within a few days I was checked into the facility." 

His face softened as he listened almost like he was trying to understand. "Did you not want anyone to know where you were?"

"When I first checked in all I did was think about what I had left behind, what a mistake I had made." I held his hand as I laid in the bed under the duvets next to him. "I thought about you the most, I hoped that maybe you would find someone to take care of you, someone who would love you and make you happy."

"You made me happy," he told me. 

I wrinkled my nose, "I didn't though. Not at that time. I knew I was a mess. Everything had happened with Immy and then just as we were getting back on track that stupid bet ruined everything."

"That night was good though, that night in the hotel." He reminded me of the time we spent in the hotel, him running through the hotel naked before he was trapped in my hotel room. "And all we kept doing with arguing over bed covers."

I laughed as I thought about it, but then my serious face returned as I remembered the days following. "Then a few days later I was gone. You and Roman were saying how I wouldn't turn you in. I just got angry, I just allowed my thoughts to cloud my judgement and didn't think before I acted."

"No," he shook his head as he turned and looked at me. "Roman said that and you didn't try to listen as I tried to explain."

"I don't want to argue," I reminded him. "Either way my impulses got the better of me when I gave your name to Stephanie. She warned me it would be a mistake." I sighed as I turned on my side and looked at him pulling the blanket up to my chin before taking his hand again under the blanket. "I guess I already knew then that I needed the help that only professionals could give me."

"Why did you come back to the WWE?"

Shrugging my shoulders I breathed heavily, "I guess I wanted to prove to people that I had changed. I wanted people to know I wasn't the same person."

"You are though," he told me. "It's not a bad thing. You are still the same Natasha that I fell in love with, just now you are healthy."

His hands ran over my body feeling every curve before he grinned at me. 

"I much prefer you when you are like this," he told me as he moved forward before planting a kiss on my forehead. "It doesn't matter to me though, none of it. Whether you are like this or you were how you were before I would still love you."

Smiling at him I spoke, "I would much rather be like this though." 

His hand rested on my hip as he returned his gaze to my eyes. "I promise to help you get through anything, to help you get through everything. You don't ever need to do this alone from now on."

He turned on his back and stared up at the ceiling before I moved into the crook of his arm and leaned my head on his chest listening to his heartbeat, the steady pace reminding me that at the end of the day we are both only human. "You are the first person outside of my immediate family that knows about my uterus." My voice was quiet but clear, I wanted him to know this was all about trust and how much I had in him. I had never confided in anyone else about it, not even Skip, not anyone in the rehab centre. I hadn't even told anyone when I received counselling. Even when I was younger I was too ashamed to tell James and I married him, therefore the only people that knew were my parents, my brother and the doctors that treated me when I returned home.