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“I hurt you. Vanna, I’m so sorry…” What the fuck else can I say?
“Maybe neither of us are as healed as we want to believe.” I watch her lean across the bed to grab her pillow.
“If you don’t want to sleep beside me, I’ll go, Vanna.” I sigh, defeated. “You’re pregnant. You should have the bed.”
“My room has a day bed.”
“The Witch Room. Not your room. This is your room. Our room.”
“Dean. Not now.”
“I’m not sleeping in this fucking bed without you in it! So, you might as well take it.”
She stares at me a moment longer. “Fine. Then get out.”
“Ouch...”
“Okay, then get out of my way and I’ll go!”
“No… I’m going.” I grab the pillow from her and toss it back on her side of the bed. Then I grab my own, leaving her all the blankets as I head for the door.
It slams shut behind me, and I wait to hear if the lock clicks before I sulk to living room couch.
It does…
The slight creek of a kitchen cabinet stirs me from my restless sleep. I open my eyes, straining and squinting in the dark to read the time on the clock on the mantle above the fireplace. Two a.m. I’ve been out here about four hours.
The sound of her bare feet padding across the hardwood floor in my direction, has me bracing for round two.
“Are you sleeping?” Vanna whispers, standing over me, wrapped in a fleece Saviors MC throw blanket.
“Not well.” I admit.
“I can’t sleep either. I tried. Apparently, I can’t sleep without you.”
“I know the feeling.”
“Well, the bed is more comfortable than the couch. So… come on.”
Sweet relief. “I’m right behind you.”
Once we’re both settled back in our bedroom, I’m surprised when she curls into my side. I’ll gladly take it. Putting my arm around her shoulders, I hold her against me.
“I’m sorry I hit you.” She whispers in the darkness. “I feel terrible about it.”
“I’m glad you hit me. I really would have begged you to hit me if you didn’t. I swear. I deserved it. I’m sorry I said that shit to you.”
“I’ll never do it again.” Her quiet voice trembles in the darkness, and I feel a warm tear slide down the side of my chest.
“Vanna…”
She sniffles, her voice nearly breaking. “I sound just like him…”
“You’re nothing like him. Don’t do it to yourself. You were defending yourself, and Ace. All bets are off when it comes to a mother and her child, Vanna. I put you in the position. I fucked up. I deserved it, and I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again.”
I only feel her nod.
We lay together in silence for a good while, before I dare to ask, “Does this mean I’m forgiven?”
She lets out long, sleepy sounding sigh. “I’ve told you once before, Dean. There isn’t room in my heart to ever be truly mad at you.”
Holding her a little tighter, I press my lips to the top of her head and breathe in her comforting scent.
She didn’t run… We had a really bad fight… And she didn’t run.
It isn’t long before sleep finds us both.
