My Best Friend's Daughter

Emotional Morning

Tyler's POV
I wake up in someone's comfy arms. It was the first time I hadn't had a nightmare. It was the best sleep I had in years. I turn and see Dean still asleep. He looks so adorable. I try to get out of bed but his grip on me tightens and he smirks. I stop trying and put my head on his chest.
" Morning beautiful" Dean says as he kisses my forehead.
" Can you let me up?" I ask knowing his answer.
" You don't wanna cuddle?" He asks acting like he's hurt.
" I need to pee!" I giggle.
" Fine, but come back!" He says. I nod and run to the bathroom. I go pee and quickly brush my teeth. I glance in the mirror and actually smile at myself for once. I jump on top of Dean. Literally. He starts tickling me. I'm laughing and he is to.
" So, Ty tell me about your past." Dean asks.
" Only if you do the same" I smile.
" Fine. grew up in Cleveland and most of my life sucked." He says.
" Well I moved to LA when I was 9 and most of my life was untypical." I answer.
" Where did you live before LA?" He asks.
" Iowa, then New York, then London, then Tennessee, and then Michigan" I answer. "Oh wait forgot one, Chicago" I smile.
" Wow you moved a lot. Why did you guys stay in LA?" He asked.
" We moved a lot because my mom broke up with a guy. And we stopped at LA because I started gymnastics." I say.
" Do you still do gymnastics?" Dean asks raising his eyebrows playfully. I hit him playfully.
"No, I stopped three years ago" I say. He must have sensed my sadness.
"Did something happen?" He asks. I nod trying to hold back tears. "Is that why you won't train?" He asks. I nod again. I put my head on his chest and cry. He holds me and comforts me. Not asking anymore questions. when I stop crying he asks, "wanna go get some food?" He smiles at me. I nod. He wipes away the tears and kiss my tip of my nose. I wrinkle it. He laughs. We get ready and go get food. " I like your shirt" he says as we enter the restaurant.
"Thanks" I smile. We order pancakes and it's the first time I actually eat my food.
" When we get at Roman's act sick. So you don't have to train." Dean tells me as we head over to the house.
" Sounds like a plan. Thank you for this morning" I say.
" Anything for my girlfriend" he smiles. I giggle every time he calls me that.
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Dean's thoughts
I want to know what happened three years ago. But I want her to be comfortable telling me about it. I'm grateful that she didn't ask more about my childhood.