the pale moon shines above us as we rest on the playground swings. they creak and groan as we sway slightly, forgetting all of our troubles from the day. when we were younger, we ruled this park like it was our kingdom. i smile softly as i turn my head to look at dean. he always looks so peaceful. everything about him is just so soothing, from the way his hair flows in the wind, to the way he takes confident strides. he looks back at me and flashes that same familiar smile.
"so how's it going, princess?" he asks with a confident smirk. he always tries to tease me and push my buttons, working his ass off just to make me blush
i laugh and shrug, "i'm alright, how about you, jackass?" i tease with a chuckle. why do i care so much about him? why am i in love with him?
"absolutely perfect," he pauses "babe."
my cheeks turn a bright pink and i choose to pretend like his comment didn't even phase me. "alright you win." i laugh.
"i know." he says confidently and stands up. he takes light, yet confident strides until he's in front of my swing.
i grew up with dean, from birth to this very moment we've done almost everything together. we've had our ups and downs, like all friends do. most of our fights have been about not liking or approving of each other's girlfriends/boyfriends. the problem was, most of the girls dean dated were very nice, i was just over protective of dean because i liked him. what's wrong with me? the two boyfriends i've ever had were over all just attempts to make dean jealous.
dean stands in front of my swing, grabbing the chains to make me stop swinging. the atmosphere changes and i feel my heart start beating quickly. he looks me dead in the eyes with a pathetic sigh. "we need to talk."
my heart sinks to my stomach "o-oh, okay. what's up?" i ask, trying to play off my fear.
he stops and squats down to my height. "i know you like me." he says seriously. his emerald green eyes go dark and my breathing beings to stagger.
"well of course i like you. if i didn't like you, then you probably wouldn't be my best friend." i tease, trying to lighten up the atmosphere. god, this cannot actually be happening.
"you know that's not what i mean, marley." he says and shakes his head, rolling his eyes in clear frustration. "you like me, mar, as more than a friend."
i sigh and look down shyly "o-okay, you've caught me. yes, yes i do like you..." i say, every once of dignity and pride being swept away from under my feet.
dean lets a hand fall from the chains and moves it under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "thank god." he mutters and starts to lean in.
time seems to slow down in these moments. my head spins and i flutter my eyes closed. i feel his hot breath against my cheek and my lips tingle with anticipation as i feel his own only inches from mine. the feeling that i've craved to know for so long is less than an inch away as dean continues to lean in.
just before i can feel that sweet taste of release, my eye flutter open and i wake up in my own bed. with a sigh i roll over and look at my husband. sure he can be irritable and sure he sometimes he is aggressive, but so am i and i love him. after all, he is the father of my children, so do i really have a choice?
i kiss his cheek and cuddle him. "i love you, cameron. " i whisper and fall back asleep.
