"Jenna, do you mind coming here for a minute?" Sam asks and I follow her to the bathroom.
The man sitting down at the table, is not an officer and I have no clue who he is. By the looks of him, he hasn't done any hard work ever in his life. Probably a business man by best guess or if he does work, it is something that doesn't involve manuel labor.
I would have woke up Dean just as soon as I realized it, but I figured we could deal with this on our own. If it was another hitman, he would know soon enough when he heard gun shots echoing through out the room. Otherwise, we would handle it.
"You know, let's feel this one out. So far, he hasn't done anything to us and he is definitely playing the part well. I just know that he isn't a police officer, there is simply no way." I stand next to the mirror and inspect my reflection before walking back out.
As soon as we walk out of the bathroom i
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"Bang" When the shot rings out, I dive for the floor and cover my head with my hands. Listening, I wait to hear if there will be anymore. Hearing nothing but screams, I peek my head up over the bench and glance around the room. It's complete pandamonium and everyone is running, crouching or screaming. Finally, someone yells out "He has been hit" and I stand up trying to see who it is. Walking over to the crowd, I see Mr. Caprico laying on the ground in a pool of blood, dead. The court officer turns to me and remarks, "One gun shot, straight through the head. Impressive." He shrugs his shoulders and walks to the landline on the judge's bench before calling for help. Apparently, everyone in the court house had heard the commotion, because before he could hang up, a series of policemen burst through the door with guns drawn. They tell everyone, "Put your hands up." b
"What do you mean he won't sign the papers and make it official?" Dean scratches his forearm and tries to understand what has just happened. After leaving the house, I find myself sitting in the car in the driveway. More pissed off then I have ever been in my life, I realize that I am fighting a losing battle with him. Turning to Dean who is utterly confused, I lean towards him and kiss him knowing that I will never be able to fully be with him or marry him. "It's exactly what I said. Brad refuses to divorce me unless I stop seeing you. He hates me so much that he doesn't ever want to see me completely happy." I take a deep breath and scream at the top of my lungs. "What a total dickhead!" Surprised by my action, Sam starts laughing in the backseat and resets the mood. We both look in the back at her and start laughing with her. She comments, "You do know that you could always have him killed.
"Jenna, can you talk to Sam for me? I really pissed her off by asking her to marry me, but she said no. When I found out that she is pregnant with my little one, I automatically thought to." Brad asks sincerely. Shaking my head because I know full well that she lied to me, I say with anger in my voice, "Yes and don't worry, I will get to the bottom of this. She had told me that you didn't want to have anything to do with her or the baby and you fired her just as soon as you found out." "Thanks, I really appreciate it. I am sorry about earlier, I was upset because I do love Sam and now the baby. Really, I guess I just took my frustrations out on you." "Well, do you think the two of us can come up with some agreement finally?" "Yes. I just need Sam back, I miss her terribly and no one else compares. You of all people should understand that, I know that's how you feel about Dean after all." Nodding, I ans
After getting in bed, I just turn on my side so Dean can snuggle up to me when we hear a knock at the door. Grumbling, I get up and throw on my robe before answering it. When I do open the door, Sam is staring back at me and she actually looks happy. She states, "I did it. I told him what I needed and he agreed to it all. Now we just have to come up with a wedding date, preferably before little one here is born." Sighing, I say, "Well, I am so happy for you but can we talk about this in the morning? I am so tired I feel like I am going to just fall over dead." Looking upset, she answers, "Yeah, of course. I just wanted to throw some ideas at you, but it can wait till the morning. You two have a good night." Watching her walk away, a tinge of regret hits me, but I am so tired I shut the door and go back to bed. The next morning, I wake up before Dean and lay there watching him sleep. He looks so pea
"Oh, I love it." Nora says to Sam as she looks at her pick of colors for the wedding. Later in the day, Nora shows up to visit. They both get along so well, that I sit pleased with myself and watch them converse happily about the wedding plans. Sam asks Nora, "Would you be my Matron of Honor? Jenna doesn't think it would be proper if I have her in the wedding party so I need someone who isn't involved in all this mess." "Heck, yeah. I have never been in a wedding before. That would be so awesome. Thank you for asking me." Nora gets excited and gives Sam a hug. I sit back and just watch everything going on, while I think about how weird it will be to divorce Brad finally. The last five years of my life I have been married to him, even though we were never "truly married." It always seemed like some dream that I couldn't wake up from, like maybe I was in a coma and I couldn't wake up no mat
"Who is Angela" I pretend not to care and ask nonchalantly. Turning to answer me, he glances at me and then over to the corner. Sighing, he answers quietly, "Angela was my girlfriend in high school. We were in love secretly, until one day her dad found out and they moved out of town the next day. See, she was African American and when her parents got wind of us being together, he couldn't take the embarassment." He closes his eyes and then continues, "The next time I heard from her, I found out that she was pregnant with my baby and that was just not something her dad would allow. She pleaded with me to come get her, but being still in high school I had no way of coming for her. I didn't even have a job, let alone a car. The next time I heard from her, she wrote me that letter and told me that her dad pushed her down the stairs so she would have a miscarriage. She said she would always love me, but knowing I didn't come
Hearing someone pounding I wake up. "Help me please. I need Dean to take me to the hospital." I hear Sam screaming before I open the door and she runs in. With blood everywhere, I start to freak out and ask frantically, "What has happened?" Crying, Sam barely can get out, "I have to go to the hospital now!" With all the commotion, it wakes up Dean and he throws on a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt, jumping into action. He picks Sam up and carries her to the front door and then kicks it open. Carrying her out to the car, I hurry and throw on jeans, bra and a sweater before meeting them in the car. Not wasting time, he already has his cell phone and is dialing 911. Notifying them that we will be there in about ten minutes, he waits for me to get in and drives off. He speeds down the road, narrowly missing a deer standing in the middle, but corrects the car and gets back in his lane. In record
"Hey, do you think that I should try to get pregnant again right away so Brad doesn't ever know that I lost the first one?" Sam asks softly. "Hmm. I don't know. Starting a marriage with a secret like that is always a bad idea. It was bad enough that I had to marry someone I didn't even know, but if I had a secret it would make it tons worse." She hesitates and then mutters, "Oh." When she looks at me again, I can see the sadness in her eyes. For the life of me, I don't know why I say this, but when I do I surprise myself. "Sam, if it makes you feel better I will be in your wedding." She looks up and smiles brighter than I have seen in quite a while. Her whole demeanor changes and she becomes the Sam I first knew. "Do you mean a bridesmaid or something?" She asks. I am just about to respond, when I hear Dean say, "Fuck!" in the next room. We look at each other and go to investigate. 
“Mom. Come look at this.” Link rushes over to me and almost falls in the sand right before he reaches me. Everyday, he looks more and more like a Minnie me version of Dean and I love every minute of it. Being so perfect, some days I wonder if I haven’t died and this is my version of heaven. What I do know though, is I wouldn’t change a minute of it for the world. It has been two years since the day Dean came back into our lives, I sit back and think as I watch Dean and Link playing in the sand at the playground. Last year we got married finally and made the whole family thing official. Link started preschool and we are expecting our little girl any day now. Dean decided that he gets to name this one Isabel and I agreed whole heartedly. It is a wonderful name for a vision of beauty. I can already tell that she has a mind of her own because the way she kicks me when she gets too hot, or my music is too loud. She makes me laugh and when I cry, I feel her suddenly move as if s
“Hey, what are you doing over there?” I look to see what Link is doing before I rush over to tickle him. Watching as he pokes his head from under the covers, I grab the sheet and pull it down so I can get to his feet. Wiggling and shrieking, he tries his hardest to escape the “fingers of death”, but eventually I succeed and tickle him till he screams out, “Mommmmmy, stop.” I glance at his face to see him laughing so hard his face is all red and scrunched up. It makes me chuckle and then I watch him laugh so hard he rolls clear off the bed when I grab his ankles and tickle his foot again. This tickle monster knows how to play the game and win. “O.K., O.K., it’s time for bed. Now that we have gotten out all that extra energy, you should be able to fall asleep right away. Or do we need the tickle monster to strike again?” I ask jokingly while tucking him in and stopping to wiggle my fingers. “No
“Did you get the cake?” I ask Johnson quietly, so Nora doesn’t hear. He nods before he picks up the bag from under the table and shows me. Today is Nora’s birthday. She has just turned 32 and is so excited, because Johnson asked her to marry him this morning. The first thing she did as soon as he gave her the ring and proposed, was to say yes and then call me to let me know. Screaming over the phone, I thought she was being murdered, till she finally spit it out. I can’t explain how happy I felt when I found out. She really deserves a happy ending. “Did you bring what I asked you to?” He looks at me nervously. I wink and whisper, “There is absolutely no way I would forget it.” As soon as I say it, Nora walks back in the room. “What are you two whispering about over there? You know that I don’t like secrets or surprises. I have had way too many of both of them today even th
When I wake up in the middle of the night, I turn over and all I find is a handwritten note on the pillow where Donovan was lying before I fell asleep. Turning on the light, I stare at it in disbelief while I read it, “Jenna, all these years I have loved you and because of that, you have ruined my life. I could have had a family with a loving woman, but all I could see was you and I constantly compared her to you. Knowing that she was never going to be good enough, I finally told her and she couldn’t take it, so she left me. Now you know how I feel and the rest of your life is ruined because there is no way any man will ever compare to me. You will spend the rest of your days wanting me and will never find me because there is no way I would ever be with someone so shallow. I hope you get your just rewards and when you go home late tonight, Dean leaves you because he sees you for what you really are. Just a cheap whore that’s looking for a go
Afterwards, we head straight to the motel that Brad and Sam stayed at so there would be less of a chance that they would recognize me. As soon as we check in, we go to the room and before I even shut the door, he grabs me and slams me against the wall feverishly kissing me and sliding his hands up and down my body. Assaulting me with his lips, his eyes peer straight into my soul. We are connected and I will never be able to go back to Dean without feeling remorse for what I have done.The only problem is the simple fact that making love with Dean turned me on endlessly, but Donovan rocks my world. It’s like we connect on a whole new level and knowing how that feels now, I can’t have sex with Dean and not feel that something is missing. This man has ruined me for any other.Closing my eyes for a split second, I see Dean and instantly feel horrible. How can I go on? I can’t marry him now. I just cheated on
Opening the door, I come face to face with Donovan. I barely recognize him, but he still has the same entrancing blue eyes that he did in high school. However, this version of Donovan Montrose is grown up and definitely better looking. At about 6 and a half foot tall, with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, a completely flawless complexion and a strong jawline, he is picture perfect. Literally like a model who just walked out of GQ. Not to mention, his muscles. He has the physique of a world class athlete. When I stand there staring at him and don’t invite him in right away, he asks, “Am I intruding?” Shaking my head, I reply quickly while motioning him in. “No, not the least. I am just surprised you are here. How did you find me and get in the gate?” “Your gate was wide open, for one thing. As to how I found you, I looked you up in the phone book. The two of you still have a landline.&nb
“Hey, so is 11:30 good for you?” I ask while getting dressed. Waking up late, I try my hardest to get back on schedule, but everything seems to be working against me this morning. “Yeah, that will be perfect.” He says excitedly. I can just imagine he is smiling from ear to ear over the phone like he used to in high school. That boy used to give me the creeps because every time I turned around he was staring at me. All my friends would kid me about my creepy boyfriend and that we should just get a room or something. I really had no clue that he liked me that way, I thought that they were just being idiots. But, the sheer fact that he remembered me after all these years and still gets excited to hear my voice says something strangely. Saying, “See you then.” I end the call and turn to Dean who seems to be not so comfortable with my little lunch date. “Why c
"Get out of here." I yell excitedly into the phone and then burst out laughing. "Yes, really it's me. I saw a newspaper article about your fashion design business and starting thinking about you again. Do you realize in high school, I actually had a huge crush on you?" Donovan, the man on the phone says with a deep male voice. "I had no idea." I reply softly and my voice trails off when I realize that Dean is starting to get really jealous. Not wanting to cause a conflict, I decide to end the call quickly and say, "Hey, can I call you tomorrow? It has been a really long day and I am tired." "Sure. What time?" He asks, sounding a bit put out. "How about 10 a.m.? Then maybe we can have lunch together to talk about all the old times. Does that sound good?" I ask quickly while watching Dean pace around the bedroom. "Yeah. Sounds fine." He states and f
"Don't move!" I hear a policeman scream in the background.I open my eyes and immediately wish that I hadn't, because the next thing I know I am getting body slammed by one of the police officers. "Stay down!" He exclaims before I feel my head being pinned to the ground and my face getting pressed into the pavement. As they handcuff me, I try to stay still so it doesn't hurt so bad.Crying out, I try to say, "Stop, please." However the officer doesn't listen.Being barely able to breathe, I try to take a deep breath and when I can't I start to sob hopelessly. He pulls me up finally by the elbow with one hand and yanks me mid air before placing me on my feet. "Stay still or I will have to do it again. Do you understand me Ms.?"Too concerned with the fact that everything hurts like hell now, I completely miss what he is saying to me so he yanks me around to face him and repeats himself while growling at