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egotheplanet · 5 years

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Stories Over Burgers (Happy Hogan and Morgan Stark)

Summary: for some reason I cant stop picturing Morgan as an outcast in school. Like Lilo from Lilo and Stitch. The line from the movie where Lilos talking to Nani and she says “they’re afraid of me” and Nani says “They just don’t know what to say.” BC HER PARENTS ALSO DIED. I mean, can’t you just imagine ? her dad was fucking iron man and she has so many stories she wants to share bc she loved her daddy 3,000 but a mean kid shows her Mysterios ‘evidence’ about tony being a bad guy. Happy ‘Protective Dad’ Hogan drives to pick her up after school only to see her in the courtyard fighting with one of the kids. I kind of changed the FFH mid credits scene to be a little more detailed about Tony’s part in Spider-Man’s inheritance of the tech. roll with it and be sad with me.

Warnings: spoilers to SM:FFH and Endgame

Word Count: 1.7k

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Happy enviously scans the sidewalk where plenty of timely children sit waiting for their guardians to pick them up.

‘You’d think after 6 hours in a chair the kid would be brimming with pent up energy she could spend running to the car. Maybe I should get her a watch that beeps when it’s time to head to the car loop.’ He thought to himself.

Releasing a long slow exhale through his nose, he unbuckled his seat belt and stepped out of the car. He’s come to learn that if you ask politely, the administrative office will summon your student over the loud speakers.

‘What’s holding her up?’

His walk to the office came to slow down when he heard childish yells and taunts. He grumbled at the association the sound held in his mind. ‘Kids probably fighting in the courtyard over a pudding cup.’

As he continued towards the yard in question, the administrative office nestled at the end of it, he narrowed his eyes and listened closer. ‘That kind of sounds like... Morgan?’

His walking pace hastened into a speed walk as the classic ring of students watching a fight came into view.

Just as he suspected, a little girl consisting mostly of long brown hair could be seen and heard yelling and stomping in anguish. Definitely Morgan. The kids started chanting ‘fight’ and Happy knew it was about to get physical. He quickly jumped in to stop it all together. The sight of an adult/ authoritative figure made the bystanders scatter.

“Alright, now what’s goin on here? Break it up!”

His large adult hand wraps around Morgans minuscule arm gently yet firmly to pull her away. The girls purposefully avoid eye contact.

He lets a huff out of his chest in annoyance at the silence.

“You two had a lot to say a couple seconds ago, why so quiet now? What. Happened?” At this point the principal was standing by and taking in the scene quietly.

Morgan whispers, “She said he was a bad guy.”

Happys brows crease together in confusion as he bends down at the knee so he’s eye level with her, “Who was a bad guy?”

Her voice trembles and her hair, previously pinned back with pink clips which were now lost in the mess of grass beneath them, hides her teary eyes as she can only make a sound of frustration. Being young meant articulating the world with a fraction of functioning vocabulary. It was frustrating, Happy knew that. He and Pepper always took their time with Morgan. Especially after all she’s been through.

“Morgan? Who was a bad guy?” His voice is much softer now.

She continues to refuse to make eye contact.

He sighs and his eye level falls to his shoes upon realizing who was awarded the title ‘bad guy’.

Morgan ripped her arm out of his grasp and backed up about a foot. Her eyes stayed low. She needed a little space to think and breathe through it. Just like he taught her.

Her mother always said ‘You’ve got your fathers looks and brain. It’s fitting you get his temper to top it off.” It was never maliciously spoken. Only... melancholic.

Happy resumed standing and exchanged words with the principal.

It felt like an eternity to Morgan. Her tummy felt upset at the thought of getting into trouble. But it felt even more upset when the girl began to preach about someone she didn’t know.

“Morgan? Did you hear me?” He remained standing tall this time as he spoke to her. “Your principal said you have to stay home tomorrow.” He’s seen her enough to know when she’s about to explode with emotion. “You caused a scene and almost broke into a fight. Your mom is gonna discipline you accordingly. It’s gonna be fine.”

Morgan’s breathing slightly quickened and her throat felt tight. Her eyes were burning hot as she looked up at him and the oceans began pouring out of her tear ducts.

“I’m sorry, Happy.”

He believed her wholeheartedly.

“Let’s just... Let’s head home, okay?” He held his hand out. Open and inviting.

She graciously accepted.

They walked side by side all the way to the car.

Holding open the door, he felt both sad and proud as she buckled herself in.

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“Two cheeseburgers, one without onions or pickles and the other with extra onions and pickles. One large fry, one small HI-C and one large Diet Coke. That’ll be all, thank you.”

She played with her hands as he ordered.

The backseat wasn’t very eventful when you lose your iPad for causing a ‘ruckus’ as her mother put it. Happy of course called Pepper as soon as they got into the car. The iPad was the only thing around at the moment that would suffice as a good punishment till they got home. Then she’d get a whole other talk and loss of privilege.

The smell of the car quickly turned from clean leather to hot French fries and ketchup as the bags came in through the window.

Happy put them in the empty passengers seat and rolled into a parking spot on the other side of the building. He turned the car off and passed back her order.

“Don’t forget to use a napkin this time.” He spoke after taking a chunk out of his burger. “Your last ketchup stain was a pain.”

Her lips perked up for the first time in a half hour. A long time for a child like Morgan not to smile.

“That rhymed, Happy!”

He felt a rush of relief pass through him. She wasn’t too upset to enjoy his Seuss-like antics.

“Yeah, I guess it did.” They looked at each other through the rear view window. After a considerable amount of time passed he spoke. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”

The rustling of her burger wrapper ceased.

“No.”

Happy ate a few more bites, finishing the rest of his sandwich. He didn’t want to pry but he needed to make sure this wouldn’t happen again.

He didn’t care about her defending herself. It was the right thing to do. He cared about her feelings being hurt in a place she’s supposed to be happy and learning.

“Can you at least tell me how it started?”

The car was deathly silent for a few seconds straight. The air was loud, louder than they were. Just when he thought the entire subject was a lost cause, he heard a meek voice.

“My teacher was talking about rockets. The space ones.” She paused to recollect, glancing in the mirror and noticing him offer his full attention. “So I told him about daddy’s rockets. I told him how he used them to fly and save people.”

She had to pause between a few words to take audible breaths. It was a hard subject to cover.

“And then I had to go potty so he excused me and when I came back, my table buddies were talking.” She stopped for a couple seconds to take a sip of her juice. “They said their parents watch the news and that it said daddy was a bad guy. That he didn’t really save people and he tried to hurt them.” Her voice was soft and held a confused tone.

Happys heart sank as he tried to think up a way to steer her out of his information hole. He didn’t want her only memories of her father to be tarnished by the bored pieces of crazed writers and an insane super villain. He paused before speaking with a hopeful tone.

“Morgan, do you know how well I knew your dad?” She shook her head. “Well, I started as just a driver. Taking him from spot to spot.”

She perked up. “Like how you drive me to school?”

He smiled slightly. “That’s right. And then he promoted me to head of security.”

“He said you were forehead of secur-”

“See, he always got those words a little fumbled. Th-That wasn’t my title. The point is— Let’s get back on track— the point is: your dad trusted me.” He spoke quickly and jumbled while attempting to get the conversation back on course as she giggled out loud. “We weren’t just people who worked together. We were friends. Close friends. I knew a lot about your dad. I knew stuff about him before he did sometimes.” He thought back to the start of Tony and Peppers relationship. “So believe me when I say this.. are you listening?”

Sensing the change in pace at the end of his speech, she nodded, fully captivated by his words.

“Good, okay.” He locked eyes with her in the mirror. “Your dad loved you so much, kiddo. He loved you. He loved your mom too.” He took a moment to unbuckle his seatbelt and turn around so he could look at her formally. “He loved people. He protected you, your mom and everyone in the world until the very end.”

She was too young to grasp the levity of his words but he continued. She needed to hear this so her father could remain the hero he was in her little mind.

“He never once hurt anyone intentionally without the protection of everyone else he loved in mind. Your table buddies didn’t know him the way I did. So you can trust me and ignore them, okay? Your dad was a good man, not a bad guy. I would know.” She was quiet. Not the bad quiet but the thinking to herself quiet.

“Okay.”

He chuckled softly at her graceful lack of words. His were definitely too much for an eight year old.

“You know what? I’m gonna tell you something.” He held a joking tone which was barely above a whisper.

“What?” She matched his tone with a small smile.

“Your dads rockets didn’t always work. Sometimes they knocked him onto his butt.” He smiled fondly at the memories as she laughed.

“That’s funny, Happy.” She munched on a French fry and sipped the rest of her juice. Her feet kicked and swayed the whole drive home. Her mood had significantly increased.

As Happy drove himself home later that night, he reflected on how much Tony gave to others. The muddy and wrong picture Mysterio painted of him wasn’t right and wasn’t fair.

It was then and there he decided that for every bad story Morgan heard about Tony that made her cry, he would tell her two more that would make her laugh. Happy meal included.

And boy, did he have enough stories to last a lifetime.

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caws5749 · 5 years

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This took SO LONG thanks @natthisback

1: Name Madison

2: Age 21

3: 3 fears spiders, not becoming a doctor, becoming like my parents

4: 3 things i love marvel movies, my blanket (whoops), and scrunchies

5: 4 turn ons compliment me, be chivalrous, (idk if this means sex turn on too or not but) moaning my n- ANYWHO uh and the last one definitely like showing you want me

6: 4 turn offs someone who only talks about themselves, being like wishy washy, being arrogant/cocky, complaining about the same things

7: my best friend that would be shea @cloversofshea

8: sexual orientation lesbian

9: my best first date okay SO this like isn’t a first date but it was my first like nicer dinner date so I’m gonna count it. It was just this past weekend actually and i just i loved it so much it was amazing

10: how tall am i 5’2

11: what do i miss honestly, feeling like i was good at things

12: what time were i born 11:14am

13: favorite color purple, although it’s slowly been turning to like a baby light pink

14: do i have a crush yes yes i do and i likes her a lot

15: favorite quote “Truth is a matter of circumstance. It’s not all things to all people all the time. And neither am I.”

16: favorite place Chicago or New York City

17: favorite food SALMON

18: do i use sarcasm yes, but i feel like i don’t use it as much as i used to

19: what am i listening to right now Christmas pop playlist on Spotify

20: first thing i notice in new person whether they only talk about themselves

21: shoe size 8 or 8.5

22: eye color blue

23: hair color right now, it’s a brown that goes to blond at my ends

24: favorite style of clothing so if this means like fav style to wear daily, definitely athleisure. If it means in general, i love love love preppy looks? But not super preppy.

25: ever done a prank call? Absolutely, many times

27: meaning behind my url i explain this in my about me page (linked in bio!)

28: favorite movie captain America winter soldier

29: favorite song i don’t really have favorite songs but rn it’s prob December night by Michael buble

30: favorite band i don’t really have fav bands

31: how i feel right now it’s really hot in here, so warm. I feel okay

32: someone i love i love lots of people but ill stick with @cloversofshea

33: my current relationship status I’ve answered this so many times literally just look at the ask game tag

34: my relationship with my parents um yikes

35: favorite holiday Halloween

36: tattoos and piercing i have i have 6 tattoos! “Breathe” on my right inner ankle, a heart on left shoulder, heart w equal sign in it behind right ear, basically an ecg on my left inner ankle, Aquarius symbol on right bicep, and caws 5749 on my left side. And my ears are pierced.

37: tattoos and piercing i want definitely the black widow symbol in the same place Scarlett got her og6 tattoo, an amino acid tattoo that spells out “wah” , definitely more little tattoos! And maybe more ear piercings idk

38: the reason i joined tumblr so, I’ve had a tumblr for many many years. I originally joined bc my best friends at the time had them, and i was like sure! Ive deleted that personal blog since, and started my new personal blog a few years ago. I also have a studyblr that i started i think back in high school, and i just started this blog back in the end of July!

39: do i and my last ex hate each other no, I’d say far from it bc i likes her a lot

40: do i ever get “good morning” or “good night” texts yes from her and i fucking love it, it used to be a bigger thing almost every day and i loved it

41: have i ever kissed the last person i texted lmao no and for those who were wondering it is @cloversofshea

42: when did i last hold hands LMAO WITH @michelinaamour WHEN I WAS STUMBLING HOME DRUNK IN HIGH HEELS

43: how long does it take me to get ready in the morning it depends, anywhere from ten minutes to an hour and a half

44: have you shaved your legs in the past three days no! I am super lucky and have really light colored hairs on my legs and so i dont’ have to shave very often. Also i just want to say that i personally love shaving my legs and it is my choice to do so.. girls, you do not need to shave!!

45: where am i right now so i started answering this in the research lab, but i am currently sitting at one of the dining places on campus finishing it

46: if i were drunk and can’t stand, who’s taking care of me LMAO DEFINITELY @michelinaamour because she’s done it ALREADY FOR ME MULTIPLE TIMES

47: do i like my music loud or at a reasonable level it depends, in car trips, definitely blast it. But just driving around or listening in doors, definitely reasonable level

48: do i live with my mom and dad nope i live with @michelinaamour

49: am i excited for anything yes, I’m excited for lots of things. I get excited easily

50: do i have someone of the opposite sex i can tell everything to no. I used to

51: how often do i wear a fake smile this is a really interesting question. I don’t consider smiles i give to random people like ordering food or something to be fake, so i would say fake smiles are when I’m not okay and trying to hide it. Which happens less often now bc I’m just much happier of a person

52: when was the last time i hugged someone I think it was @michelinaamour two days ago but i think i hugged @cloversofshea that day too so

53: what if the last person i kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me I’d be heartbroken tbh

54: is there anyone i trust even though i should not yes, certain adults in my life

55: what is something i disliked about today my hair won’t do what i want it to :(

56: if i could meet anyone on this earth who would it be probably Chris Evans or Scarlett Johansson

57: what do i think about the most tumblr and everything with that, or probably her or school stuff definitely

58: what’s my strangest talent i don’t think i have any lol

59: do i have any strange phobias yes definitely haha, I’m terrified of stepping on worms

60: do i prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it i think a few years ago i would have said behind, but honestly I think I’d love to be in front of the camera now

61: what was the last lie i told i actually don’t know. Maybe this past weekend as to like the fact that i was going out on a date instead of just going out with a friend

62: do i prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online I’d say talking on the phone bc then they cant’ see me lmao

63: do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Yes and yes

64: do i believe in magic? Yes, or at least, that’s what i tell myself

65: do i believe in luck yes

66: what’s the weather like right now snowy!

67: what was the last book I’ve ever read The Butchering Art, it’s about the history of surgery

68: do i like the smell of gasoline omg yes yes yes yes yes yes

69: do i have any nicknames yes, madz, madi, girl who lives by the kitchen, queen (a new one) and clown (also a new one) thanks @natthisback

70: what was the worst injury I’ve ever had back in freshman year of college, i did something stupid and my foot swelled up like hell and hurt so bad. There were no fractures detected but the swelling stayed for a really long time, as well as the bruising and pain, and it never returned to normal

71: do i spent my money or save it SPEND IT BABY

72: can i touch my nose w my tongue no I’m not that talented

73: is there anything pink in 10 ft from me. Hmm part of my backpack? And my rings are pinkish bc they are rose gold. Oh and my scrunchie is pink, as well as my iPad

74: favorite animal cat

75: what was i doing last night at 12am i was still at work In the emergency room!

76: what do i think satan’s last name is uh honestly Jim lmao (it’s demons Jim! @cloversofshea )

77: what’s a song that always makes me happy when i hear it so good by dove Cameron

78: how can you win my heart suggest we watch a marvel movie, and I’m prob straight up in love. There are other things too but they’re pretty general, like compliment me, show you want me ya know

79: what would i want to be written on my tombstone haha, as a joke, “so realy its very thing. Just to keep everyone guessing.” But idk something funny

80: what is my favorite word i have no idea, maybe like sophisticated or something like that or aesthetic , champagne is a good one too

81: my top 5 blogs on tumblr ooh! Okay so @markiplier @lesbian-deadpool @americasass-romanoff @lesbianmariahilll @shining-rey-of-sunshine but i love so so so so so many more, and i have a lot of top blogs

82: if the whole world were listening to me right now what would i say fuck trump also I’m gay as hell and I’m growing tired of hiding it from people

83: do i have any relatives in jail not that i know of

84: i accidentally eat some radioactive vegatables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super power of my choice! What is that power lmao this question is great. Prob same powers as Wanda

85: what would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on any weird fetis- JUST KIDDING. Do you still think about them?

86: what is my current desktop picture so on my laptop, it’s fall flowers. But since that’s broken af, i use my iPad and that background is one of the apple ones. It’s just a beach idk why but I’ve never changed it

87: had sex WHY IS THIS IN EVERY SINGLE ASK GAME WTF

88: bought condoms nope i am gay as hell bye

89: gotten pregnant nope i am gay as hell bye

90: failed a class nope, definitely come close though

91: kissed a boy yes

92: kissed a girl yes

93: have i ever kissed somebody in th rain honestly, probably at some point, but I’ve never had one of those romantic kisses in the rain. I really really want to though and i think about it a lot

94: had job yeah, I’ve had three true jobs

95: left the house without my wallet probably

96: bullied someone on the internet no bc I’m not a fucking douche

97: had sex in public not yet

98: played on a sports team yeah, played softball and basketball in middle school

99: smoked weed yeah, but i didn’t get high

100: did drugs nope

101: smoked cigarettes nope, i think i asked drunk once if i could smoke, but my friend was like “really?” And i was like uhhhhhh just kidding haha

102: drank alcohol lmao i drink fucking all the time i mean. I literally have drunk writing nights , I’m drinking tonight too

103: am i a vegetarian/vegan i was a vegetarian for a while, and then an aspiring vegan, and then vegetarian, and then pescatarian now!

104: been overweight no

105: been underweight yes

106: been to a wedding yeah, but like not for a long time. I was like 4 and the flower girl. Oh WAIT. Does playing a wedding count? I played cello at a wedding so i was there???

107: been on the computer for 5 hours straight hell yeah, how would i function not doing this with class and relaxing

108: watched tv for 5 hours straight lmao definitely

109: been outside my home country yeah

110: gotten my heart broken yeah

111: been to a professional sports game yeah. I don’t really do sports though , so when i go it’s usually in suites and I’m just there for the food

112: broken a bone nope!

113: cut myself this is...a. Really deep question but bc i want to be able to speak about mental health on here, the answer is yes.

114: been to prom yes! I went to my junior and senior proms!

115: been in airplane too many times

116: fly by helicopter no, I’m not sure if i want to do this or not

117: what concerts have i been to I’ve been to lots. So first off, I’ve been to hundreds of classical concerts (and performed in them). As for pop, Bruno mars twice, maroon five like three times. Selena Gomez. Josh groban. American authors. Definitely others that i don’t remember

118: had a crush on someone of the same sex yes I’m fucking gay

119: learned another language so if this means fluent, no. I took a decent amount of French and am learning Russian right now!

120: wore make up absolutely. When i choose to wear makeup, its because i fuckign love makeup haha. Most days I’m lazy though and like to let my skin breathe and be natural

121: lost my virginity before I was 18 no

122: had oral sex yeah

123: dyed my hair many times

124: voted in a presidential election okay i think so but honestly can’t remember. But I’m pretty sure i did.

125: rode in an ambulance no and i never want to.

126: had a surgery no and i never want to haha. Well i cant say that. Depending on how my life plays out, I might freeze my eggs or something.

127: met someone famous yes, several I think, but probably Henry winkler was the one I remember most.

128: stalked someone on a social network yeah

129: peed outside nope don’t think so and definitely don’t want to

130: been fishing yes I have been ice fishing and regular fishing

131: helped w charity i have!

132: been rejected by a crush I’ve been not liked back but i don’t think I’ve ever made like a move on a crush and been rejected

133: broken a mirror ooh i don’t think i have actually

134: what do i want for birthday nothing bc i dont’ like my bday

#madison speaks #ask game

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sophisticated-angel · 7 years

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Christina

Character: Dean Winchester

Warning: None

Word Count: 1,767

Request: U should do a littlest Winchester imagine we're like dean is trying to have a normal apple pie life with Lisa and Ben and one day deans baby girl gets dropped off on there door step bc u know dean is the guy that messed around a lot and I find that idea cute idk y

A/N: So this isn’t a Littlest Winchester story because it didn’t fit the premise of that collection, but it is super cute so I made it into a stand alone. Also Lisa and Ben aren’t in it. Hope you like it!

Story

She’s so beautiful even with rat’s nest hair and wearing only the white slip she wore under her wedding dress. The blankets are wrapped around her body, yet only one leg is covered; her arms clutch her pillow, and her other knee has been poking Dean in the side for most of the night. There’s a drool spot on her pillow, and she’s snoring and taking up most of the bed. God, he loves her. Smiling to himself, he presses a kiss to her temple and strokes the soft hairs around her ear. With a sigh, she stretches her legs and blinks at him.

“Morning,” he says.

“’snot morning. Jus’ cuddle.” She scoots over until her nose is pressed into his shoulder.

“I wanna make you breakfast.”

“Breakfast in bed.”

“I want you out there. I wanna spend every waking moment with you, baby girl.”

“Why’d I marry a morning person?”

“Because you pity me.”

“That’s part of it. Gimme ten minutes to shower.”

After another kiss, Dean rolls out of bed. Right outside the bedroom is the living room, to the right is the kitchen and dining room, adjacent to that is the bathroom, and that’s it. That’s the whole apartment. They both found that, after a lifetime spent in motel rooms, spacious living conditions made them feel vulnerable and wasteful. This place is small, but they’re happy, Sam lives down the hall, and for now it’s all they need.

By the time Dean plates eggs and bacon, his wife has emerged wearing sweat pants and one of his shirts. Yawning, she pushes her damp hair back from her face and sits down at the place he’s prepared for her. They don’t talk much. Instead, Dean tosses an occasional wink her way, and they play footsie under the table.

When the doorbell rings, neither one of them gets up right away. Whatever’s on the other side of the door means to disrupt the bliss of their still-young honeymoon phase. But they do get up, and on the other side of the door they find no one there. The stairwell is empty, and the main entrance to the complex is closed.

“Did we just get ding-dong-ditched?” Dean rolls his eyes.

“No,” (y/n) answers quietly. “Dean?”

Dean sees her crouch down, and when he follows her with his eyes, he does the same. Somebody has left a baby on their doorstep. It’s so small, dwarfed even by its car seat, and is still holding that balled-up position characteristic of newborns. The sight of the tiny thing tugs at his heart, and he finds himself reaching out to take it in to his arms. (y/n), however, has put her attention on the note left on top of a cardboard box beside the car seat. The look on her face goes from concerned to something akin to stunned, and she numbly passes the note to him before going back inside.

Dean, This is Christina, she was born March 4th. She’s your daughter.

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You didn’t expect any wedding gifts. The wedding itself was a small affair with only yourself, Dean, Sam, Cass, and a couple of close friends attending. Gifts weren’t asked for, although everyone felt compelled to give you something. At the end of the day, you came home with a couple of miscellaneous items and a waffle iron from Sam – an inside joke between the brothers to which you aren’t privy – but a baby was definitely not on the list. Once you’ve taken her inside and looked her over to make sure she’s alright, you go back to the note.

“This has got to be the worst joke in the world,” you say, “or else whoever left her made a mistake. I know your dad didn’t exactly practice abstinence. Maybe she’s your half-niece or something. We could get a blood test.”

You’re so set on this new goal that you’ve tasked yourself with that you get dressed to go out before you realize Dean hasn’t moved at all. He’s just standing in the living room and gazing at the one-week-old cradled in his arms.

“Dean, come on!”

“We don’t need a blood test.”

“Why not?”

“Because I know where she came from.”

“And where would that be?”

He pauses before asking, “Do you remember that last big fight we had?”

“Yeah.”

“I ran into an old flame after that, a woman I met on a hunt years ago and . . .”

“You slept with her? We weren’t broken up for two weeks!”

“It was bad. I didn’t think we’d make up. I needed comfort, you obviously weren’t going to provide that, Sam was on your side, and I . . . I was spiraling out of control, okay? But I swear I didn’t know she got pregnant. I haven’t seen her since that night.”

“Does Sam know?”

“Yes.”

“So you told Sam but not me?”

“I didn’t want you to freak out.”

“Alright, you know what?” You grab your coat from the back of a chair and slide it on. “I’m gonna go out. I’m gonna spend a little time processing that you have a kid and that you married me without telling me about a major choice you made. We’ll talk when I get back.”

“(y/n), I didn’t think-”

“I’ll see you in a few hours.”

You thought you would walk for ages before settling down, but most of your steam has blown off after a brisk fifteen-minute walk. Slowing to a more normal pace, you give yourself a tour of the outskirts of the downtown area, but you don’t soak up many of the sights. Dean had a point about that fight. That fight was terrible, and afterwards you didn’t have that deep down feeling that everything would be okay. But his rebound reaction happened absurdly fast, and now it’s costing not only him but also you. It’s affected your day, your marriage, and imposed upon you both the role of parent, not a role you dismissed but one for which you certainly aren’t prepared. All of this you contemplate for the better part of your cool down phase, and when that ends, you happen upon a coffee shop and decide that a hot drink is exactly what you need. When you open the door, someone behind you holds it open.

“Sam. How’d you find me?”

“You forgot to turn off location services.”

“Oh.” You wander over to the back of the line with Sam beside you. “Why are you here?”

“Dean’s worried you’ll get lost in thought and get run over.”

“I suppose you know what’s going on?”

“Christina’s a pretty name.”

And with that, you fall into silence until after you leave the shop carrying the drinks Sam insisted he pay for. He doesn’t try to start a conversation, and you know he won’t talk you into anything or bestow any insight unless prompted. For a while you just walk with him, warming your hands with the cardboard cups. Then you ask, “Why’d he do it?”

“Panic. Things were bad with you, and he freaked.”

“Hm.”

“He didn’t realize what he’d done until after he’d done it. He literally slunk back that night, he was so ashamed. It was so bad, I was afraid he would hurt himself.”

“If he felt so bad, why didn’t he tell me and apologize?”

“Like I said, he was ashamed of himself. And he was terrified you’d leave him for good.” Sam stops at a parking meter, and you realize he’s led you to his car. “(y/n), there are a couple of things I know for sure. One, Dean loves you more than anything. Two, he won’t give up that baby, so he needs you now more than ever. Come on, I’ll drive us home.”

Perhaps for your benefit, Sam takes the long way home, and he makes no other comment about Christina or where she came from. He parks the car and walks you to your front door before heading down to his own. After you’ve entered your apartment, you realize you’ve done that action as quietly as possible as if already the goal of not disturbing the infant has become an unconscious behavior. The space is as quiet as when you left, but Christina’s car seat, her box, a box of diapers, an armload of unpacked grocery bags, and a mess on the kitchen counter make up for the clutter you didn’t have. Dean sits on the sofa with Christina in one arm and a bottle in his other hand, gazing down at his daughter with a look of gently adoration. He spares a moment to acknowledge your return with a glance and a smile.

“Is that mess in the kitchen your doing?”

Dean shrugs. “Making formula is an art.”

“She doesn’t seem to mind what you made. She’s a quiet little thing, isn’t she?”

He chuckles. “You missed the party. Nothing but tears to the store and back.”

By now you’ve wound your way over to the couch, and carefully you sit beside your husband and observe him set the bottle down once the baby has finished it off. She fusses for a moment, tiny arms reaching for nothing, and immediately Dean responds by shushing her and bouncing her gingerly. Scrunching her face, she seems set to complain until someone reads her mind.

“Can I hold her?” you ask. Dean hands you the little girl, and you assume the position that comes naturally. For as tiny as she is, her body is a substantial presence in your arms. She continues to fuss, letting out a stuttering whine. “What’s the matter, sweetheart? What’s goin’ on?”

Christina’s complaining is cut off suddenly by a yawn, and from there her descent into sleep is faster than flipping a switch. She dozes off with her cheek tucked in to the crook of your elbow.

“She likes you,” says Dean.

“I’m a likeable person.”

“Nobody knows that better than me.” He leans forward, kisses your cheek, and touches his forehead to your shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“You’re right to be mad at me. I’ll take whatever punishment you wanna give me as long as you don’t . . . don’t leave me.”

“Dean, I’m not leaving you. You’re stuck with me.”

His relief is almost palpable. “Whatever I can do to make it up to you . . . anything.”

“Tell you what. You’re on diaper duty for the rest of the month.”

Dean laughs. “I think I can do that.”

“We’ll see. And one more thing.”

“Yeah?”

“We’re gonna need a bigger apartment.”

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