A few Weeks Later
"Honey, I'm going to run to the store and grab something for supper tonight, can you please watch the little one?" Macy looked at her husband with her pleading eyes, "Please I know you want nothing to do with her but just do it for me...please" Macy grabbed him by the arm.
Watching her husband looking down at his feet while bitting his lip, she gripped his arm tighter "please Dean I won't be long...just running to the store than I'll be right back" Macy nestled her head against her husband's neck. Watching his eyes glancing down at her she bit her lip nervously not knowing what his answer will be "well can you watch her?" The young woman asked again.
"Yeah I'll watch her for ya...where is she?" Dean brushes a strand of hair out of his wife's face so he could see her beautiful face. Before Dean could give the love of his life a kiss on her cheek a small little giggle caught both of their attention "you better get going before she comes out here and asks you to stay" Dean gently pushes his wife away from him.
"Have fun and Please...please be patient with her Dean" Macy walked over and grabbed her bag off of the back of the kitchen chair. Placing the strap over her head Macy walked over and placed her hand on her husband's cheek "please giver a chance I know you're still hurting" she pulled him into a hug. Feeling his arms wrapping around her Macy slowly glanced up "I'll see you in a bit" she slowly pulled away from him as she slowly made her way out the back door so the young child wouldn't see her leaving.
Walking into the living room and saw the young child drawing away on a piece of paper that his wife left out for the child a small sigh escaped his lips, "Hey kid what are you drawing there?" Dean walked over towards her with his hands shoved into his pocket. Looking down at the picture he notices the young girl drawing a few stick figures beside a tree and what looks to be a yellow dog "hey you're a better drawer than I am" Dean squatted down so he could get a better look at the child's drawing.
"Really? I'm trying to draw mommy...and you MR" the young child slowly moved out of the way so he could see her drawing that she's been working on all morning
Seeing the the stick figure holding a smaller one Dean glanced down at her "witch one is me?" Dean asked as he gently placed a hand next to the smaller child
"The one who's holding me and umm do you want to draw with me?"
"I'd love too" Dean replied
