Broken In Love

Chapter 71

Dean spent the night in my room, cuddling me close.

"Hey." He said softly, holding me from behind.

"Hi."

"You okay?"

I sighed. "Not really."

"Me neither." He said. "You just have to look on the bright side."

"What bright side?"

He paused and I could tell he spoke before thinking. There was no bright side of this. Dean and I lost our child. Because of Bray.

A tear strolled down my cheek. "I don't understand."

"Hey, hey, hey." He leaned up and I rolled over to my back, staring up at him. "Don't cry." He said softly.

"Bray's back into my life. Now it's hell. He killed our baby. How could he do something like that?" My voice was hoarse. "I didn't think he was that.........evil."

Dean looked down at me and cupped my cheek. "Chandler would be in danger if he were with us. Bray would've done something anyway. At least it happened before we got too connected."

"Too late." I said, tears spilling faster.

"Baby, he's in a better place now. Bray would've tortured the poor thing."

"I just.....I miss him."

"Tell me." He said, gently touching my hand.

So I told him all about the baby's kicks and the way it tossed and turned and rolled around. I told him about how it looked on the ultra sound. I told him everything that he'd missed while he was out.

"How was your movie?" I asked.

Then he told me everything.

We finally fell asleep at like midnight, wrapped up tight in each other's arms.