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The Padackles Link-Chapter 43

A/N: Here it is guys!!! Sorry, not sorry for the cliffhanger. You know you secretly love it! LOL Oh, and I am not responsible for your dentist’s bills for the fluff and sweetness that most of this chapter contains.

"It's time Drea," Dr. Webber says. "You've got to start pushing so you can meet your son." I nod my head. I know that Jensen isn't going to make it here even though he is trying. I hate it but I knew when I started this relationship with him what it would entail. "Ok, Drea, " the nurse by my head tells me with a smile. "On the next contraction, let's try pushing. Get your son out of there." As soon as I felt the start of the next contraction I held my breath, preparing for the hardest thing I have ever done. The nurse rubbed her hand across my forehead, "Honey, don't fight it. Let it happen. The quicker you do, the quicker this will all be over."

Three hours and a million and one pushes later, Jackson Tyler comes into the world screaming. I am crying tears of joy as they place his chubby body on my chest before taking him away to clean him and weigh him. "You did good sweetie," the nurse tells me as she wipes the sweat from my forehead. "Your son is gorgeous! Does he have a name?" "Jackson," I tell her, smiling. "Jackson Tyler." "Beautiful," she tells me and looks over at the nurse who is cleaning him up. "His name is Jackson, Sherry." I can hear Sherry talking to my son as she does her job. "Hey there, Jackson. It's okay. We'll get you all cleaned up and you can see your mommy again soon okay?" That's the last thing I remember before I'm waking up, back in my room. I open my eyes and am surprised to see Jensen standing at the end of my bed, looking down at our son. "Hey, you're here," I whisper getting his attention. He looks up at me and his eyes are filled with tears. "I just got in," he whispers back, an apparent hitch in his voice. "They had just brought him in as I got here. Drea, he's amazing!" "Bring him to me," I tell him, pulling myself up. "I haven't seen him since he was first born." I watch as Jensen carefully picks our son up and carries him over to the side of the bed. He gently places him in my arms and I feel the tears fill my own eyes as I look at the angelic face in my arms. He is more wonderful than I ever dreamed he could be. I count his fingers and unbundle him to count his toes. 10 perfect fingers and 10 perfect toes.

"Hello Jackson Tyler Ackles. Nice to finally meet you, I'm your momma," I look away from the sleeping infant to Jensen. "And that is your Poppa." 

Two days later, Jackson and I are released. We are all anxious to get home and start this new phase in our life, but of course the media has to ruin it. Outside the hospital doors are photographers poised to get a shot of us leaving the building. Jensen quickly sits the carrier down and pulls out his phone. "Cliff, yea. I need you to meet us in the back. Too many cameras here," I listen as he tells his bodyguard of 9 years where to pick us up at. He pockets his phone and picks Jackson back up, turning toward the rear of the building. The nurse pushing my wheelchair doesn't question anything. She is a fan of the show and after a complete fangirl moment earlier, getting an autograph and selfie with Jensen, promised absolute anonymity. She had quickly realized that this whole ordeal was on the complete downlow. It was not known that Jensen and Dani had split or that he was  having a child with someone else, and Carla vowed to keep it that way. As we make it to the black SUV with tinted windows, I look up at her and smile. "Thank you so much Carla." I tell her as she helps me out of the chair and toward the vehicle. "No thanks needed," she says, grinning. "It's all part of the job. You know with HIPAA and everything. My job means the world to me and I'm not going to risk it for a few extra bucks." Unfortunately by the time we arrive home, our new addition is all over the news. Turning the channel, I sigh as I listen to yet another newscaster making assumptions about what was going on.

After seeing that almost every news station and tabloid has picked up on the story of Jensen carrying Jackson through the hospital, we decide that he would take to his social media and announce the birth, leaving out the names of the parents. We would deal with all that later.

The next morning, after a feeding and a change I took a picture of  Jensen holding Jackson’s feet. No other discernible features were shown, just two tiny feet in two giant hands.

Chapter 44

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The Padackles Link-Chapter 36

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The next morning, nurses come and take Drea for more testing and I wander down to the cafeteria to get a cup of coffee. In a daze, I take the hot beverage and sit at one of the empty tables in the corner.

The cafeteria is mostly empty, a few people sitting  variously throughout the room. The outer wall of the room is made up of floor to ceiling windows, giving a view of the outside terrace and the parking lot past that. Ample viewing to see those who are coming to visit loved ones or those who are to be seen by the staff there. I drink my coffee and watch birds fly around outside, landing on the deserted terrace looking for remnants of food left from previous meals ate there. I think back to what I have learned in the last 12 hours.

One of my sons died. No other way to word it, he died. The doctor had explained to Drea and me that most likely he had had some type of undiagnosed abnormality or possibly something as simple as the cord being displaced. Whatever the reason, we had lost one of our sons and Drea was taking the news hard. Not to say I wasn't. I also was grieving and mourning the life of the son we would never know. But I knew I had to be strong. I had to be calm and steady to keep her stable and secure. I would be there for her through all of this. Nothing was going to take me away from being her rock in this trying time.

As I’m finishing my drink and contemplating getting another, I see a familiar face walking through the lot. Jared and Gen are walking hand in hand toward the entrance so I stand up, throw my cup in the trash bin and head toward the front of the hospital to meet them.

As soon as they enter, Jared lets go of his wife and pulls me into a bear hug. “What are you doing here?” I ask him, hoping but miserably failing to keep the crack out of my voice.

“Came to check on you and Drea.”

“Thanks man,” I say, wiping my hand down my face. “But I mean what are you doing in Texas? Why aren’t you on set?”

“Gen called me and told me what happened. I talked to everyone and they decided to put a halt to filming for the time being. I got on the first flight home. You didn’t think I was going to let you go through this alone, did you?”

I chuckle. It’s true. Jared and I have had each other’s backs since we met 9 years ago. “I appreciate it.”

“How’s Drea holding up?” Gen asks.

“She’s--she’s not good Gen.” I tell her honestly. “They took her down a little while ago to do some testing and stuff. I don’t know. I can’t remember, it’s just all garbled words in my brain.” I continue, hanging my head in defeat.

“Hey hey,” Gen says, pulling me to her petite frame and hugging me tight. “Don’t do that to yourself. You’ve had a lot to be concerned about. And I know you are trying to be the strong one, not show your emotions. Let it out Jay.”

I placed my forehead on Gen’s shoulder and did just as she said, I let go. Tears fell from my eyes and I let them. I felt Jared put his arms around both myself and his wife and we just stood there while I cried. Cried for the son we had lost, cried for Drea, cried for myself. When the tears were gone, I pulled away from their embrace and wiped my face.

“Let’s go back to the room and wait,” Gen suggested. I nodded and they followed me to the elevator to take the three of us up.

Drea is surprised to see Gen and Jared when she comes back to the room. Although she doesn’t say much I can tell she is comforted by their presence. Her words from last night swirl in my head. “I can’t do this, Jay. I can’t do it. I’ll understand if you leave me. I couldn’t keep your son safe. I know there is no way you can love me anymore. I let your son die!”

Her cries broke my heart. I kept reaffirming to her I wasn’t going anywhere, that we were going to get through this tragedy together. But today she hasn’t looked at me much. I’ll catch her watching me but as soon as our eyes meet she looks away. It’s like she is watching and waiting for something I know will never come. I will never, ever leave her to deal with this alone. I will never leave her period. I love her but right now I just don’t know what to do to prove it to her.

I was glad Gen was here to help keep Drea from spiralling down into the depression hole that I wasn’t sure she’d ever get out of if she got there. Gen kept Drea preoccupied by talking about different things as I sat across the room and watched, keeping a conversation with Jared. Drea’s eyes would periodically look toward me but she refused to make eye contact. It’s like she was checking to make sure I was still there.  

There was a knock on the door and we all got quiet. The doctor peeks her head and looks around the room before fully entering. She timidly smiles at Jared and I before turning her attention to Drea.

"Mrs. Murphy, I have your results. Would you like some privacy for me to go over these with you?”

Gen immediately gets out of the chair that is beside the bed and she and Jared leave, telling us they’ll be around. I take Gen’s place beside Drea and grab her hand, lacing our fingers together; preparing ourselves for whatever results we were getting.

“We did some testing, to see if the surviving fetus was viable. If they had shared the placenta, we would’ve had to keep an extra careful eye on him to make sure that he didn’t develop the same abnormalities and even possibly pass away also. Thankfully they weren’t.  We did an amniocentesis to check his genetic makeup for any possible impairments and/or defects. That also came back clear,” the doctor explained, a small smile on her face at the good news.

“We couldn’t for sure maintain that your surviving son won’t be affected by the deceased one but I am going to give you a copy of all your test results to give to your primary ob/gyn, who can sufficiently explain the next steps and the steps you need to take to ensure a healthy and to term pregnancy.”

I felt the tension leave my shoulders and I sighed in relief. “How long do we need to stay in the hospital before I can take her home?”

“I want to keep her here for a couple more hours just to make sure that none of the procedures we performed are going to cause any problems with the fetus and then if her fluids stay up, I can discharge her in the late afternoon. Are you going to be able to stay with her and keep her calm and relaxed? She needs no stress or any type of anxiety. It could be detrimental to her and the baby.”

“Yes. I’m planning to stay with her until we can get further accomodations,” I tell the doctor. Drea finally turns her head and looks at me, wide-eyed and confused. I squeeze the hand that I’m holding and smile at her, letting her know I am here for the long haul.

I help Drea into the apartment and to our bed, Jared and Gen behind me making sure neither of us need any help. I assist her in changing into something other than her uniform; it had been what she arrived at the hospital in and the only thing she had to wear once she was released.

“Are you comfortable enough? Do you need another pillow? Blanket?”

“I’m fine Jay. I just need to be alone,” she tells me while staring out the window across the room.

“I’ll just be in the next room with Jared and Gen. Yell if you need anything,” I say, bending down and kissing her forehead. She never moves. I stand up and walk toward the door, turning and looking at her one more time; Drea is more focused on the world outside the apartment than what is going on inside. I slump my shoulders in heartache and walk out. I know she is grieving the loss but I just wish she would open up to me, not keep it all bottled inside.

Jared and Gen spend a couple more hours with me; I know they are as concerned about me as they are about Drea and I appreciate the effort but I just want to be alone and take in all that has happened.

Once they leave, I find Drea asleep once again. She never called for me or asked for help. I wonder if she will recover. She is 26 years old and not only has she lost her husband but now her son. Was this going to be too much. Would this break her? Is she going to be able to endure the rest of the pregnancy, knowing that she would be giving birth to only one now?

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The Padackles Link-Chapter 34

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I hold my breath as I watch her look at me and then glance down at my stomach. I lay a hand over my belly protectively, shielding my sons.

“You whore!” Danneel seethes. “You fucking whore! You are nothing but a bitch. I felt sorry for you! I had your back, I became your friend. I believed your sob story! And you repay me by sleeping with my husband?” Tears are streaming down her face as she keeps berating me, stepping closer and closer. I step away until a table stops my descent. I just stand there until she is right in my face. “I hope you’re miserable. I hope he leaves you for the next slut that comes along. You’ve stolen everything from me! I didn’t even know Jay was home until he showed up to see his daughter this morning. He was mine! He has been mine for 8 years. And then you come along and ruin it.”

“Danni, I didn’t mean to--”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses! I don’t want to hear how you were lonely because your husband died, if there really was a husband to begin with.”

“There was!” Now, tears are running down my face. “Chad did exist!”

“Yea, well I wonder what he would think of you now. Pregnant by a married man! Stealing that man from not only his wife, but his own daughter! You couldn’t just leave well enough alone, could you? You were so jealous of me, you had to take the one good thing going for me.”

“I’m not jealous of you Danni! I wouldn’t want to be like you,” I try to hold in my anger but fail. “How dare you come in here and accuse me of ruining your marriage, taking Jay from you. It was only a matter of time before he left you once he discovered the truth! I don’t need a paternity test when my sons are born. I know who their father is! I didn't sleep with every Tom, Dick, and Harry while on the job like you, so how dare you call me a slut."

“Sons?!” Danneel says, shocked. “You’re having twins?”

“Yes,” I say, frankly. “I am giving Jay two sons. JJ is gonna have two brothers. “

Danneel huffs and turns to walk toward the door. She stops before she exits and looks directly at me. Tears still running down her face, mascara making faint black lines down her cheeks. “Well, we’ll see about that!” And then she pushes the door open and leaves.

I barely make it to a chair before I sit down and let the anguish and sorrow take hold. I lay my arms on the the table and put my head on them and cry. Loud, powerful sobs wreak through me and I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up and through the tears see Naomi standing there, frowning down at me.

“Drea, go home. Take the rest of the day and tomorrow off. I’ll call Josie and she can cover for you.”

“But--”

“No buts. Now go, get out of here.”

She shoos me toward the employee room where I grab my purse and turn to leave. Naomi is standing there and I walk to her and hug her. “Thank you Naomi.” I could feel tears begin to prick my eyelids.

“None of that now,” Naomi tells me. “You go home to your man and his daughter and just forget what she said. Enjoy the time together and don’t stress. Josie can come in fill in for a few days. Just relax, you hear me?”

“Yes Aunt Naomi.”

“Cool Aunt Naomi,” she says with a smile as she ushers me out the door.

It doesn’t take me long to get to my apartment and as I am climbing the outside stairs I start hearing raised voices.

“You can’t do that!”

“Oh really? You can bet your ass I can!”

I quickly recognize the voices as Jay’s and Danni’s and as I turn the corner, I see that they are standing outside my apartment door arguing. I step back and listen, not really ready to be verbally assaulted again.

“I have done nothing wrong here,” Jay continues. “I’m not the one who ruined our marriage by sleeping around.”

“You think that’s what ruined it? Because I’ve been fucking co-stars longer than I’ve been with you. I mean, you should’ve known that. I fucked you two weeks after we started working together! It was supposed to just be a way to pass time while filming. You weren’t even the only one I screwed either.”

“What?! Let me guess, I was just supposed to be a quick fling until filming was done? I was just stupid enough to fall in love with you. Who else were you fucking?”

Danni scoffs and then squares her shoulders. “You think those scenes wouldn’t lead to something else? Hell while you were filming, I was riding Sean’s dick.”

“Get out of my sight before I do something I’m going to regret!”

“Not without my daughter!”

“You can have her back after I spend the day with her.” “No, I’m taking her now,” Dani yelled and pushed past Jay to get to the door of my apartment. Jay grabbed her by the arm and jerked her back.

“You will get her back after I spend the day with her. Now leave!”

Danni turns on her heel and walks toward where I am hiding. She catches a glimpse of me and smirked. She turned back to Jay and said, “Enjoy today because you won’t see her again. Oh, and congratulations on the sons with the whore.”

She stalks past me and out of sight. I step around the corner to see Jay with his head in his hands and leaning against the wall, his shoulders shaking with sobs. I run to him and pull him into a hug.

JJ’s cries come through the cracked door of my apartment and Jay releases me to go get her.

“No,” I tell him. “You go calm down. Drink some water or something. I got her. She doesn’t need to see you like this.”

On the last day of Jensen’s visit, he gets the call that our bid for the house has been accepted and we celebrate by a cookout at the Padalecki home. The agent had informed Jensen that with all the legalities and paperwork, it could be up to two months before we can actually begin moving in but that doesn’t stop us from rejoicing our first official purchase as a couple.

Plans of Genevieve helping me load up my apartment while the guys are in Vancouver filming are discussed and Gen seems excited to get to spend time with me, helping to pack and offering to store whatever needs to be stored until the move. It is also brought to light, by Jay of course, that I would not be allowed to pack up or pick up anything heavy while growing his sons. Of course we all laugh at him and I assure him that I will not do any strenuous lifting.

Leaving the Padalecki’s, Jay and I head back to the apartment, talking about how we were going to decorate and mostly the boys’  nurseries. Luckily we both have the same idea of giving each boy their own room.

It’s still early when we got back and we both are still wide awake and excited about the house. As soon as the apartment door closes, Jay pulls me to him and kisses me passionately.

“Now, let’s have a little celebration of our own,” he mumbles against my lips.

“What did you have in mind?” I tease as I wrap my arms around his neck.

His arms tighten around my waist and he nuzzles against my shoulder before whispering in my ear, “Let’s go to bed and I’ll show you.”

If he hadn’t had such a good hold on me, I would have crumbled because my knees go weak and the throb in my core takes over.

“Take me to bed Mr. Ackles and have your way with me.”

“Gladly,” Jay says, smiling as he walks me toward the bedroom.

A week has passed since Jay and Jared left and went back to Vancouver to continue filming. I joined Gen as she trekked through their neighborhood with Tom and Shep trick-or-treating. Watching the boys run up the the door and knocking and yelling “Trick or Treat” as soon as the door opens made me imagine in a few years when it would be me with my sons, taking them out and getting their fill of candy and sweets. I smile as Tom runs back to his Mama and I, Shep following close behind, to show us his newest acquisition.

“So, twins huh?” Gen asks as we walk toward the next house.

“Yea two boys,” I chuckle as I answer her.

“God, I bet Jay was stunned!”

“That’s an understatement!” I laugh. “He didn’t say anything for like five minutes. I was almost scared that he was gonna pass out.”

Gen joins me in laughing as Tom and Shep take off up the sidewalk to a couple sitting on their front stoop. Gen raises her hand and waves at the man and woman and they return the greeting then shift their attention to the Ninja Turtles in front of them.

“It’s nice to know your neighbors,” I tell her watching the older people interact with the boys.

“That’s Mr. and Mrs. Price. They were the first ones to welcome us to the cul-de-sac when we moved in. Mrs. Price knitted a blanket for the boys when they were born. They were gorgeous!”

As soon as I got back from the Padalecki’s, I ran a tub of water to ease my aching back. Walking for two miles with two excited little boys while almost four months pregnant with twins was probably no the best idea. My back was spasming and it was causing pains in my groin. I put it off as normal pregnancy symptoms, my body adjusting to carrying two babies and preparing itself for labor and delivery. Although it was kind of early for that, maybe it was just because there were two in there instead of one.

The cool fall air swirls around as I was toward the Homestead for my shift. Although Texas is known for its sweltering temperatures, what most people don't know is when there is a chill in the air the scorching temps actually can get pretty frigid.

I wrap my cardigan sweater tighter around my body and reach for the door to the diner. As soon as my hand touch the metal handle, a quick stabbing pain in my core takes my breath away and my knees weak.  If I didn't have such a good hold on the door I would have been on the ground.

Naomi sees me gripping my stomach and rushes to open the door. She helps me get to the nearest chair and sit.

“Drea, what's wrong honey?”

“I don't know,” I tell her through gritted teeth. “I reached for the door and a sharp cramp hit me.”

“Okay, well you just rest here. I'll bring your tea and your favorite jelly croissant. “

“Okay. Thanks.”

After drinking Mack’s secret pregnancy tea and eating my breakfast, I start feeling better and the pain has turned into a dull ache. And as long as I don't pay attention to it, it almost disappears. I'm enjoying talking to Mike and Joyce, the married paramedics that are regulars at the diner and have become good friends, when the pain returns.

I double over in agony, gripping to bottom of my protruding bump. The pain seems to originate in that area and emit to my core and my back.  Joyce jumps up and comes around the counter, placing her hands on my shoulders. She guides me to the nearest seat and helps me to sit. Mike takes my wrist and with two fingers begins checking my pulse.

“Her pulse is erratic.  Let's get a pressure reading and an ECG,” Mike says calmly. I watch Joyce immediately dart outside to the back of their ambulance. In less than five minutes she has her equipment back inside and they are working together,  getting me hooked up.

“Drea, on a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is the pain?”

“Uh….7, 8 I guess?”

“And how long have you been having these episodes?”

“A few days. I don't know. I just shrugged it off as my body adjusting to being pregnant.”

“Is this episode the worse? Have you had pain like this before?” Joyce asks as Mike reads the monitor on his machine and write it down.

“Yes. This morning I had a sharp pain in my lower stomach but after eating, it kind of went away.”

“What do you mean, it kind of went away?” Mike asks, looking at me concerned.

“Like it was there but it wasn't.  More like just background noise. As long as I didn't think about it,  I forgot it was there. “

“Okay,” Mike says, patting my hand and smiling. “I think you need to be checked out, okay? Make sure those boys in there are being good and not giving Mom trouble already.”

“You think there's something wrong with my babies?” I asked, panicked.

“Drea, I'm going to be honest with you,” he tells me, keeping eye contact. “Your symptoms. Classic miscarriage symptoms.”

“No!! No, I can't lose them Mike,” I cry out, tears now streaming down my face and my hands come over my stomach as to protect them from harm.

“I know, honey. I know. Let's get you loaded up and checked out.”

“Okay.”

Naomi finishes pouring coffee for her customers, thankfully the older man and his wife are the only patrons in the diner at the time, and comes over to check on me.

“Drea, is there anyone you need me to call?” she asks and then glances to Mike and Joyce who are busy gathering up their equipment. Naomi leans closer and whispers, “Like Jensen?”

I profusely shake my head at her question but then I realize I don't want or need to go through this alone.  If I am losing my sons, I need someone there.

“Call Gen. Her number is in my phone. Ask her to meet us at...hey Mike, where you taking me?”

“Seton Medical.”

I look up at the older woman, the co-worker who has not only become my friend bit my confidante. The fear and grief evident in her big brown eyes.

“Call Gen. Ask her to meet at Seton Medical as soon as she can,  please!”

“Sure.  Sure, I'll do that right now,” she says as she wraps an arm around my shoulders and kisses my temple.

Joyce helps me onto the gurney and she and Mike maneuvers the stretcher through the tables and out the door.

At the hospital I was registered and checked in with no problems. The attending physician sees me immediately and after asking a few question questions and looking over Mike's notes, calls for more testing and a ultrasound to check on the boys.

An hour later Gen finds me in my room, sobbing and laying in the bed, curled into myself holding my bump.

“Sweetie, I'm here. I'm here,” she comforts, rubbing her hand down my back.  I continue to cry until my whole body aches. How could this happen? Why me?

I turn over into Gen’s embrace. She squeezes her petite arms around me tightly.  “Shhhh, baby. It's okay. It's alright.”

“No, “ I sob. “It's not alright! How is it alright? Oh god Gen. Jay doesn't know. How do I tell him?” I don't know how she understood me through my sobs and gasps for breath but she did. She hugged me closer to her and coo3d comforting words.

Once I settled down I pulled from her arms and laid back down on my bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Do you want to call him?” she asked timidly.

“No,” I answered, shaking my head. “This isn't something you say over the phone. I'll just wait until the holiday hiatus and tell him. Face to face.”

I didn't see it but she grimaced at my logic and shook her head. She wasn't going to let me do that to Jay or to myself.  She knew I needed him and he was going to need me.

Genevieve’s P.O.V

I watches as Drea drifts off to sleep and pull my phone out, dialing the number I have had memorized for years. As soon as the call is answered,  I tell him, “Jay, you need to come home.”

Chapter 35

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The Padackles Link-Chapter 28

Chapter 27

Who knew that the day I finally thought it was all coming together would also be the day it all came crumbling down?

I take the shot that Greg, the bartender, sits in front of me. Yes, I am on a first name basis with the bartender of the RiverSide Bar & Grill. I’ve been sitting here for hours, drinking, trying to forget this day. Trying to drink away the hurt, betrayal and heartache but it only seems to amplify it so I switched it up to the hard stuff, straight shots of Patron. The day had started out so wonderful I never in a million years thought that I’d end it by trying to drink the thought of Jensen away.

I step into the front door of The Homestead Diner with a smile on my face and a pep in my step. Even though I had left Jensen asleep in my bed, I knew that when my shift was over and I was home again, he’d be there. He was mine now. No more pining over him while he was at home with his wife. He was living with me. Jensen was mine!

“Well what’s got you all chipper this morning?” Naomi asked as I poured my coffee and stole a croissant.

“Nothing,” I answer her. “Just feel good today. Finally over my illness, I guess.” I lie.

“Well, can’t blame you there. It’s hell being sick,” Mack says coming out of the kitchen.

“Yes it is,” I mumble as I sip the hot coffee, thinking back to when I was sick and Jensen took care of me. He loves me enough to care that I got better. It puts a smile on my face just remembering that the man I was in love with loved me back.

The morning regulars start coming in not long after I’ve finished my breakfast and I get right to work. Almost all of the younger generation of early risers sit in my section and I have a good time going around, checking if they need refills and bringing out their food. Even some of the older folks notice my merry demeanor and comments on it. I give everyone a cheerful smile and I tell them, “It’s just a good day!”

My shift is over so quick I feel like the day had just started. I clock out tell Naomi and Mack bye and start walking back to my apartment. I’m anxious to get there, eager to see if he and Dani were able to come up with some type of arrangement for him to see and spend time with JJ.

I unlock my door, thinking he must not be back yet because the door is locked and he has no key. I sit my purse on the counter and go to the bedroom to change out of my uniform. I glance at the bed and smile, my heart warming. The man had even made the bed before he left. I change into a pair of denim shorts and a flowy aquamarine top that has little flowers printed on it. I grab the suitcase Jensen had left in the front room and pull it to the bedroom, sitting it in the closet.

I decide to go through my dresser and clear some room for him to put away anything he wishes. I know he’s only going to be here for about three weeks, hiatus is over shortly and it’s back to Vancouver and filming for him, but for those three weeks I want him to feel comfortable and at home.

When I get done making  space, I walk into the kitchen and look to see what to cook my man for dinner. MY MAN, That has a nice ring to it. I smile and go about getting stuff together to make a chicken dish I knew I cooked well. By the time I was putting the casserole dish in the oven, I was beginning to wonder where he was. It was closing in on 5 p.m. and I had really thought he’d be back by now. I grab my phone and see no missed calls or messages, I decide to text him quick and ask what time he think he’d be getting back. The response I got caused me to stop in my tracks and stare at the screen.

I feel the tears burning my eyes. ‘What does he mean he’s not coming back?!’ I read the message over and over. They decided to work thing out? I feel the moisture run down my face and the drops begin bouncing off the screen, blurring my vision. In my  misery, I somehow shut the message app off and slip the phone into my back pocket. I turn and see the mess on the counter from where I worked to put together dinner. I swipe my arm across the counter, knocking the bottles and bowls onto the floor, they clutter and roll. I don’t care. I don’t care if about anything. I grab my purse and walk out the door, locking it behind me.

I get in my car and drive around for what seems like an eternity, just turning this way and that, not having a destination in mind. Finally I see the neon sign for the RiverSide Bar & Grill and I pull into the lot. The lot is pretty deserted but then again it’s still early evening. I walk in and go straight to the bar, ordering a beer. As soon as he slides in over, the bartender speaks, “Rough day, I take it?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Well, just yell when you need another,” he says and smiles a small smile at me.

I nod in understanding and take a drink of the bitter ale. Thankfully when I finish it off, the bartender is standing close enough to me that I don’t have to try too hard to get his attention. He pulls another one and hands it over. “Thanks.”

“Listen, I know it isn’t my business,” he says, flipping his towel over his shoulder and leaning his elbows on the bar. “Man troubles or work troubles? Or both?”

I slouch down on the stool. I can’t tell him I’m drinking to push Jensen’s memory away. I still love him and if he is truly trying to work things out with Dani, he doesn’t need me going around running my mouth about him. I look up at the bartender and answer. “Man troubles.”

“Figures,” he says. “A pretty girl like you in a bar drinking and crying alone.”

“Yea.” I chuckle lightly.

My phone begins ringing in my picket and I pull it out to see Jensen’s name on the screen. I quickly reject the call, hoping the man in front of me didn’t see.

“That him”

“Yea, don’t know why he’s calling for. We’re over.”

“You end it or he?”

“He did.” I feel fresh tears slide down my cheeks. Just saying it out loud is breaking my heart.

My phone begins ringing again and I reject the call once more.

“Sounds to me like he might have change his mind.”

“I doubt it.”

“Okay, you know him better than me anyway,” the bartender says, standing back to his full height. “Name’s Greg. Just let me know when you’re ready for another.” He walks away and starts drying glasses down the bar.

By the time my second beer is gone, I’ve received two more calls and the texts have started coming in but I don’t even open them.

“Greg,” I say loud enough for him to hear over the din of the bar. The crowd has picked up and the jukebox is playing.

“What can I get for you milady?” Greg says with a smile. I know he is just trying to cheer me up but it’s not working.

“Give me something stronger. Shot of tequila.”

“Coming right up!”

I take the shot and prepare for the burn. I’m acutely surprised when there isn’t one. I point to the glass and he pours another. I tip it back and I can feel the effects. I pull my phone out to check the messages before my mind catches up.

I inwardly laugh at his supposed worry. I notice I have a voicemail so I dial the code in and listen. The second his voice hits my ear, it all hits me again. I’ll never hear it again, hear him tell me he loves me, hear him tell me how much I mean to him. I am barely listening to what he is saying, just hearing his voice.

“Baby, where are you? I came home and you weren’t here. I don’t have a key yet so I can’t get in. I have tried calling but it only rings once then off to voicemail. Please answer me Drea. You’re scaring me! I love you.”

I pull the phone away and look at the screen. He left that message half an hour ago. What kind of sick game is he playing? I turn the power off on the phone and slide it back into my pocket. Damn you Jensen Ackles! Damn you for thinking you could play me for a fool! I motion to Greg for another shot and he obliges.

About five shots and a great feeling later, the door opens and I look over to see Jensen standing there, looking around the room. His eyes meet mine and I look away. What the fuck is he doing here? Why did he have to pick this bar?

Jensen walks right up to me with a look on his face that I just can’t understand. Why does he look relieved? Why is he looking at me like he’s happy to see me. And why the hell isn’t he at home making up with his wife?

“There you are!” he says as he walks up to me. I know it’s him even behind the glasses and hat. He slides onto the stool beside me and reaches out to touch my hand. I flinch away and turn my back to him. I get Greg’s attention that I’m ready to settle my bill and he brings me the receipt.

“See ya darlin’,” he says as I stand up, trying not to wobble.

I walk out and I can hear footsteps behind me. As soon as we make it through the door, I grab my keys out of my purse and take of walking toward my car. Jensen grabs my shoulder stopping me. I drop my keys on the ground so I bend over to pick them up, but in my unhindered state, I lose my  balance and fall .

“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you drive after watching you take at least two shots, not to mention what you’ve had before I got here,” he says, snatching the keys from me. “You can’t even stand up, baby.”

I turn to look at him and he steps back when he sees the fire in my eyes.

“You don’t get to call me that anymore! You are an asshole Jensen Ackles and I hate you!” The look on his face is pure panic. It makes me even more angry; he’s a good actor, pretending to be astonished at my outburst.

“You led me on! You told me you loved me! You made me fall in love with you! I believed it all. I’m such a goddamned idiot. You probably saw me coming. Save the damsel in distress and pretend to care and when you got her on the hook, bring it on home with some sweet words and she’ll fall right into your arms. And your bed! Fuck, Jay, I actually thought we were making love.”

“Baby,” Jensen whispers, reaching out for me but I step back.

“I’m not your baby! I’m not anything to you!” The amount of alcohol in my system lowers my inhibitions and next thing I know I am punching and slapping him in the chest, tears running down my face in a frenzy. Jensen just stands there and takes it all, not saying a word.

When the fight in me is gone and I hide my face in my hands, I feel his arms wrap around me. I want to pull away, I really do; but the comfort I feel in his embrace stills me.

“Are you done yet?” he asks, lowly.

I can’t answer him, I just cry into his chest harder. I can’t look at him, there is no way in hell this man is going to ever forgive me. I just hit and slapped him. What legal repercussions am I facing now?

“Drea, I haven’t the slightest clue what you are talking about,” he whispers in my ear. “I do love you. I love you so much!  And care for you? Are you serious? I was so worried about you, I have ran all over town looking for you!”

I sniffle and take a breathe, encouraging myself to look at him. His green eyes are full of worry and concern. Tears stain his cheeks and jaw.

“Are you serious? I thought you and Dani were making up?”

He chuckles. “No. Not in this lifetime. Do you know what I found out today? I found out that it wasn’t just the one time. She’s been sleeping around since before we got married. She’s had a side piece on every project she took on. I can never trust her again, nor do I want to. I have you.”

“What?!” I can’t believe what I just heard. Dani has been cheating on him this whole time.

“She confessed to me during one of the many arguments we had today,” he explains. “But, I should’ve known. Hell it’s how we met, on a set. I was just stupid enough to fall for her fake down-to-earth, girl-next-door facade and marry her.”

“So you’re not going to try working it out?” I ask, confused but a little bit elated.  

“No! I’m done,” he refutes. I told her we were through and that I was going to fight for JJ if she didn’t allow me to spend time with my daughter. And if she thought she would win that war, I would gladly bring up her indiscretions and get full custody.”

I look up at him in admiration. He was fighting for what he wanted. He wasn’t going to back down and bow to her. My heart felt whole and full with pride for the man in front of me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me tightly. “I love you Jay. I don’t hate you. I was mad, hurt and confused.”

“Why did you think we were going to work it out?”

I pull my phone out and open my messages, showing him the message I had received. He read it and I could tell by the grip he had on my phone that he was enraged, livid even. “That bitch!”

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The Padackles Link-Chapter 26

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The Saturday morning breakfast crowd consists of most of the usual daily regulars, plus a few families and tourists. Of course all the dailies asks how I'm feeling and tells me they were worried about me.

“Oh, you have nothing to worry about,” Naomi says, passing by on her way to refill coffee at one of her tables. “She had a very handsome doctor who helped her mend.” She winks at me and I stand there flabbergasted. Thankfully none of the patrons ask any further inquiries, which makes me glad.

As soon as I can I pull Naomi to the side and ask her to keep her mouth shut. I tell her that I don't want to explain how I am friends with an actor and how he took care of me while I was sick, when his family was out of town. That it just wouldn't look right and might get the rumor mill going. She agreed not to say anything else but gives me a weird look. I don't get time to ask her because a customer sits down in my section.  

As I'm replenishing the sugar packets, Naomi sits down in the chair across from me. I keep my head down but look at her through my peripheral vision. She is staring at me, like she is waiting for an explanation.

“Naomi, I just really would like to keep my personal life, you know, personal.”

“Honey, I understand that,” she says, patting my hand. “I just said you had a very handsome doctor.”

“I know, but it kind of put me in a spot. What if they had asked who? Then I’d have to explain how I know him and with his being a celebrity and all, I don’t want any gossip rags getting hold of half the information and running with it.”

“Oh-kay,” she replies, sounding unsure. “You have nothing to hide. Friends helping out friends is all.” She shrugs her shoulders, I can feel the blush creeping up my neck and Naomi takes notice. “Unless you do have something to hide?”

I can’t make eye contact with her. I busy myself with repacking the sugar. “Drea Murphy, don’t make me go maternal on you! I am old enough to be your mother, ya know.”

Laughing, I take a chance to look at her. I’ve known Naomi Friedman for a little over a year now, from visiting the diner as a patron to becoming her co-worker. She and I have had many discussions on many different subjects, but this? This little secret I'm keeping, I’m not sure if I should tell her and what her reaction will be. I am in love with Jensen,and he with me. But he is married and most consider that taboo.

I decide to keep my secret just that, a secret. “Listen the Ackles’ are quiet people. Yes, they are both actors but they like to keep to as much as a normal life as possible,” I pause sighing. “Dani was out of town and Jensen just dropped by to check on me and I was sick. But, you know, if that got out, these celebrity rags would be all over it. Were we having an affair? Did Dani know? Was he leaving her for me? Yadda, yadda.”

“Yea, I get it. I’m sorry.” Naomi says. “You’re right. I just,” she pauses and laughs. “I still fangirl sometimes.”

I join her in laughter. I could easily see women fangirling over Jensen. He is hot but what gets me even more than that is how loving and thoughtful he is. Jensen always makes sure his friends and family are well cared for and supported. Jensen Ackles is man who takes care of his own. It’s just one of the many reasons I fell in love with him and continue to fall in love with him. The rest of my shift goes by in typical fashion. The lunch rush busy as usual. By the time it’s over my fears of Naomi spilling out more information about my mysterious friend is alleviated as she never spoke another word about Jensen or him tended to me while I was sick.

“Hey baby.”

Jensen is leaning against the outer door frame of my apartment when I open the door.

“Hey,” I say, surprised to see him. “I thought you were out with Jared today?” I step back and let him walk in.

“I was but I told him I had something I needed to do.”

“Oh yea,” I smile up at him. “What’s so important that you needed to do immediately?” I ask, feigning ignorance.

“You.” He pulled me into his arms and his lips easily found mine. “I missed you.”

“How much time do you have?” I asked when we came up for air.

“Long enough,” he answered as I pulled him to the bedroom.

The constant knocking woke me. After we made love, Jensen and I both fell asleep. My head on his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around me.

I rolled away and sat up as the knocking continued. I found my shirt and a pair of shorts and quickly threw them on. Whoever was at the door was determined to see me and I needed to take care of it before it was found out who was in my apartment and why.

I opened the door and to my surprise Danneel stood there looking distressed and troubled.

“Dani, what’s wrong?” I ask, trying to keep my voice even. She was standing here in my doorway and her husband was not 30 feet away, asleep in my bed. My anxiety went through the roof.

“Drea,” she said, walking past me into the main room of my apartment. “You’d tell me if anything huge happened, right?”

“Uh, yea.” Oh god did she know? Had someone seen Jensen come up to my apartment?

“So, you and Josh? You’re okay?”

“Wha?” Why was she bringing Josh up now?

“Tell me I didn’t just catch him cheating on you?” She rushed out.

“Dani, Dani. Slow down. What are you talking about?”

“I was at the store minding my own and in the aisle across from me, I see Josh walking along with some beach blonde. I didn’t think much of it until I saw her kiss him. And he kissed her back. Oh my god, Drea. He’s cheating on you isn’t he? I knew he was no good. I just knew it,” she paced back and forth in front of me. I was too stunned to speak. “Listen, break up with him. Tell him you were only dating him to help me out. I should’ve done this before. As soon as we got those paternity results, I should have told you you had done more than enough.”

I open my mouth to speak but before I could, Jensen’s deep voice split the silence.

“You wanna say that again?” I look to see Jensen standing in the doorway to my bedroom, dressed except for his flannel shirt, which he holds in his hand. He pulls the material on, all the while looking at his wife. “What paternity results? Why would you need….” I watch the realization hit him and his face falls. “Dee, is JJ mine?”

“Yes, she is! But the bigger question is why the hell are you coming out of Drea’s bedroom getting dressed?”

I stand back and watch them stare each other down until Dani huffs and turns to look at me. “Yea, you’re such a great friend. You whore!” She storms out of my apartment, slamming the door behind her.

“What the hell just happened?” Jensen said, looking at me. I can’t answer. My eyes overflow with tears and they begin falling rapidly down my face. Jensen walks up to me, pulling me to him, wrapping his arms tight.

“Shh, baby. Listen, I have got to go. Figure out what the fuck is going on.” I nod and he kisses the top of my head. I watch as the man I have fallen in love with walks out my door, probably never to return. Once he finds out that I helped Dani obtain his DNA to run a test to determine if he was in fact the father of her daughter and even went as far as dating the doctor who performed the analysis, he possibly would never speak to me again. And Dani, god now she knows I slept with her husband and thinks I’m a whore. Did I just lose my two closest friends?

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The Padackles Link-Chapter 24

Chapter 23

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The bath does relax me and I fight with the voice in my head until she’s nothing but a buzz droning in the background. I get out when the water grows cold and dry off, putting on a pair of shorts and one of Jay’s tees that might have accidentally been hidden the last time he was here. I sit on the bed and grab my laptop out. I have a game of Words with Friends going on with Dani and I hadn’t had a chance to play in a few days. About the same time the game loads up and I notice she hasn’t played her turn yet, there is a knock on my door.

I open it to find Gen, along with Tom and Shep standing on my steps. Gen has a somber look on her face and my heart drops in my stomach.

“Can we come in?”

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I immediately open the door wider so she can usher Tom in while carrying Shep in his carrier along with the diaper bag and what looks like an overnight bag on her shoulder.

“Gen, what’s wrong? You’re scaring me.”

“Is there somewhere I can put them so we can talk?”

I lead Tom and his mother and brother to my room and sit Tom on my bed. I grab my laptop and open it and find a cute cartoon to entertain him while Gen and I talk. I stand there making sure Tom is engrossed with the computer before I walk back into the front room where Gen is standing there, wringing her hands together. Shep sleeping soundly in his seat beside her.

“Gen, what happened?”

“I need to get to Jared,” she tells me with tears in her eyes. “Something’s happened and I need to get to him.”

“What is it? What happened?” I ask as I grab a box of tissues off the shelf and hand them to her.

“They went to this convention,” she tells me. “and something, I don’t know what, but it set him off. He’s being treated at the local hospital there but he needs me.”

To hear her say that something demanding treatment at a hospital has happened to Jared makes my heart break. I throw my arms around her and tug her tightly to me. Jared and Genevieve Padalecki have become close friends to me since I moved to Texas and I don’t like the thought of either one of them being hurt.

“What can I do, Gen?”

She tries to control her sobbing but has trouble so I just hug her tighter, letting her know I’m here.

“I’m meeting Gerald and and Sherri at the airport. I need someone to watch the boys until my parents can get here.” She pulls out of the embrace and looks to the floor.

“Done!” I say, without even thinking. There’s nothing to think about, Thomas and Shepherd Padalecki have just a big a piece of my heart as Justice Ackles does. They are my family. I would do anything for those kids.

“Are you sure Drea? I know this is a lot to ask but Dani is gone to her parents for the week and I have no one else.”

“Gen, I’d not have it any other way! You go, go to Jared. Take care of whatever you have to do. We’ll be fine. They’ll be safe.”

“Drea, thank you so much!” Gen says, wiping her eyes and cheeks. “You will never know how much I appreciate this. My parents should be here by the morning.”

“Gen, you are family. You need to be there and they don’t need to see it. I’ve got them.”

I see the weight lift off Gen’s shoulders when I tell her this. I know the stress and worry she has on her is enormous. It has to be. To know that your husband is in need of medical attention and you are miles and miles away has to be nerve-racking.

“I can never thank you enough,” she says, grabbing her bag before looking back at me. “I’ll make sure Jay calls you.” She winks and I can’t help but blush. I knew she knew but until that moment it hadn’t even crossed my mind.

“Th-thanks.”

A couple hours after Gen leaves, I’m rummaging through the fridge trying to figure out what to fix that would be kid-friendly and approved for dinner when I hear a tiny voice behind me.

“Daya?”

“Yea buddy?”

“Wha’s wrong wif momma?”

“Oh, sweetie. Nothing’s wrong with Mommy,” I squat down to the two year old’s level and pull the tyke into my arms. “Daddy got sick and she went to take care of him. That’s all.”

“Daddy sick?” he asks, concerned. His little brows furrow and he looks like he is going to cry.

“Yea, you know when you don’t feel good, who takes care of you?”

“Momma.”

“That’s right,” I comfort him. “Momma is going to go take care of your daddy and make him all better.”

“Ochay”

“You wanna be a big boy and help me figure out what to cook for dinner?” “Nuggets!” And just like that, all is well in his little world again.

I stand up and go to the freezer and pull out the package of nuggets I just happen to have bought for a quick snack. After helping Tom stand in a kitchen chair at the counter, I allow him to sort and place each nugget on the cookie sheet. I preheat the oven and explain to him that when the oven is on we don’t get near or touch it, which he nods in understanding and goes to stand on the other side of the room.

My phone rings as I’m placing the sheet of nuggets in the oven so I pull it out of my pocket and smile when I see Jensen’s name on the i.d.

“Hey baby,” his deep voice comes through the speaker.

“Unca Jensen!” Tom yells across the room. “Daddy’s sick and Momma gonna make him all better. We stay with Daya.”

“I hear ya buddy. You be good for Auntie Drea, okay?”

“You betcha.” And gives a thumbs up salute toward my phone, making me smile.

I take the phone off speaker and put it up to my ear. “Hey Jay. How’s J-a-r-e-d?” I spell it so Tom doesn’t know I’m talking about his dad.

“He’s okay now. We had a scary morning yesterday.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t really know,” Jensen tells me. “Everything was fine. We were doing autos and all of a sudden he stands up and walks away. I went after him and he was just beside himself. Couldn’t catch a breath and was shaking like crazy.”

“Was it a panic attack?”

“That’s the first thing I thought of, but I couldn’t get him to calm the hell down. Scared the shit outta me.” “Yea,” I tell him. “Gen was beside herself. I got the boys until her parents get to town.”

“She told me,” he says and I can hear the smile in his voice. “Thank you for this baby.”

“No thanks needed, Jay. Really. I was home, got off work early actually. Didn’t have any plans.”

“Why’d you get off work early?”

“Nothing. It was nothing.” “Drea, I thought we promised to be truthful,” he scolds me.

“Jay, I promise. It all makes sense now. But I might have been a little bit upset when I didn’t get a text from you yesterday or today.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think,” he apologizes and I shake my head even though I know he can’t see it. “I was just so worried about him. I had to have Cliff call Gen. I couldn’t think of anything.”

“I understand, Jay. Really I do!”

“You know I love you, right?” Yes, Jay. I love you too.”

I hear him sigh and I know he is beating himself up for not thinking to text or call me but I understand his predicament. Jared is his brother, in every sense of the word. He was worried and upset. He wasn’t in the right frame of mind to be texting or calling anyone. I just need to make him aware that I understood, but I wasn’t sure how.

Shep’s wails break through my thoughts and I turn to go into the front room where he is waking from his nap. I lift his carrier and bring it to the kitchen to sit it on the table. Shep is full-on crying now and I’m pretty sure he needs a change and a bottle so against all that is in me, I tell Jensen I need to get off the phone.

“Yea, I need to get back to Jared,’ he says. “I just popped out to give you a call since Gen reamed me one for not doing it already.” He chuckles which causes me to giggle.

“Tell him I said to get better soon and I’ll come visit as soon as they get home.”

“I will darlin’. Love you.” “I love you Jay.”

I put the phone down and unbuckle Shep. “Hey, Sheppy. It’s okay. Drea’s gonna take care of you.” As soon as I pull him out and put his body on me, I feel the dampness seep through. “Oh poor baby, you’ve peed through all your clothes. Let’s get you changed and me changed too.” I turn toward Tom who is still plastered against the wall of the kitchen, furthest away from the oven. “Tom, you want to help me change your brother and keep him company while I change?”

“Yep,” the boy tells me. “I’m a bi’ boy. Momma letschme help all the time.”

He follows me through the front room and tries to pick up the diaper bag. The only problem is it’s heavy with all the bottles and clothing so instead of carrying it, he mostly drags it across the floor. I quickly get Shep out of his wet clothes and diaper and into dry ones. Seeing as my bathroom is all the way across the apartment, I decide just to distract Tom with another cartoon on the laptop and change by the side of the bed but behind him.

I pull my soaked shirt over my head but before I can get my new shirt on, Tom turns and looks at me.

“Daya?”

“Yea, honey?”

“You been wrestlin’ wif daddy?”

His question shocks and confuses me. “Uh, no I haven’t been wrestling with your daddy? Why do you ask?”

“You got fe same pwaces as Momma when fay wrestle.” he says, pointing to my chest that isn’t covered by my bra, showing the fading hickeys and bites that Jay had put there the other day. I can feel the blush crawl up my neck and onto my cheeks so I hurriedly put my new shirt on.

“Uh, let’s not tell anyone about that honey, okay?” I ask him as I scoop his brother up and pull a bottle out of the diaper bag and guiding it through Shep’s grabby hands and to his mouth.

“Ochay.” he says and goes back to watching the cartoon on the computer.

Crisis averted, I think to myself as I watch Shep drink, Tom in my peripheral. Please don’t let him mention this to anyone. Of course my prayers go unheard as I find out when Gen calls to check on them later that night.

The phone rings as I’m putting a sleeping Shep down in the middle of a blanket surrounded by pillows, Tom sitting beside it on the bed watching closely.

“Daya,” Tom says my name questioning.

“Yea bud?”

“If we sweepin’ in you bed, where you sweepin’?”

“I’m sleeping with you two. My bed is big enough for all of us. Oh, look your Mom is calling.”

I answer the phone, not on speaker, in case she needs to tell me something her child doesn’t need to hear.

“Hey, Gen.”

“Hey, how is it going?”

“We’re good. Shep is down for the night, I think and Tom just asked where everyone was sleeping.”

She laughs, “Yep, he should be down for the count. And Tom is very inquisitive, sometimes more than his own good.”

Tom begins reaching for the phone so I ask if she has time to talk to him for a minute, which she okays.

“Hey Momma.”

“...”

“Yes, I’m being good for Daya,” he answers her. “Guess wha! Daya wrestles wif somebody like you an’ Daddy.” ‘Oh god kid. Way to call me out,’ I think as I listen to his side of the conversation.

“Ochay Momma. I wuv you too,” he hands me the phone. “Momma wants to talk t’you.”

“I’m so sorry Gen,” I begin apologizing immediately. “I had to change shirts and didn’t think about it.”

Gen laughs a hearty laugh through the phone. “Drea, it’s okay. I explained that to him one time when Jared and I got  little frisky and he left marks on me. I’m guessing someone did the same?”

“Yea,” I admit, blushing. “God, Gen. I’m so sorry. He didn’t need to see that, I know. But I didn’t want to leave them in my room to go all the way to the bathroom.”

“Hey,” Gen says. “Listen, I’m not mad. I actually thinks it’s funny. Just wait until I get to Jay and tell him about this.”

I put my face in my hand in embarrassment. “I can’t believe it,” I chuckle. “For all the times that I have to change my shirt, I have to have marks on me.”

Gen is giggling through the phone before I hear her take the receiver away and speak to someone in the room. “Boy are you in trouble mister.” And I know it’s Jensen she’s talking to; I hear him say something unintelligible to her before she laughs again.

“Listen, we just came down to the cafeteria while they were checking Jared over,” she explains to me. “I talked to my mom. They should be there early morning. I gave them your address so you didn’t have to try to haul two kids out and about. I hope that’s okay.”

“Yea, sure, it’s no problem at all.”

I get a ding in my ear notifying me of a text message and I take the phone away from my face to see it���s from Jay. I quickly hang up with Gen and check the message.

Tuesday morning I wake up to a small hand on my cheek. “Daya? You wake? I ‘ungry.”

I open my eyes to see Tom’s little brown eyes staring at my face.

“Morning Tom,” I say in a yawn. “You want breakfast?”

“Nuggets!”

I laugh. “No, Tom, we can’t have nuggets for breakfast.” I tell him, earning a pout.

“How about some waffles?” I ask, feigning excitement over the breakfast food. My stomach isn’t feeling all that great; I actually feel like I’m going to be sick but I swallow the urge and get out of bed, picking up an alert and observant Shep.

“Come on, Tom. Let’s go put some waffles in the toaster and feed your brother.”

There is a knock on the door as I’m cleaning up the countertop where I had Tom eat while he is watching Shep kick and babble in his carrier.

I open the door to be met with an older couple, smiling and friendly.

“Gamma!” Tom yells and runs into the the woman’s legs, hugging them. “Gamma, Daya already feeded us.”

“The woman, who I am now assuming to be Gen’s mother, looks down at Tom and smiles. “She did. Well did you thank her for taking such good care of you and Shepherd?”

Tom ducks his head slightly and nods. He turns and looks up at me. “Fank you Daya for taking care of us.”

“You’re welcome, Tom.” I look up to the couple and smile, “It was no problem, your grandsons are a joy to be around.”

I welcome them in to my quaint little apartment while I’m gathering the boys’ things. We talk for a few minutes and then the four of them are out the door. Thankfully, I had called Naomi first thing this morning and told her I was going to coming in late, which was fine with once I explained the situation.

“How’s your friend?” she asks as soon as I get in to work.

“I think he’s going to be okay,” I tell her. “I haven’t heard an actual diagnosis but I think it was a panic attack.”

“Oh, I’ve heard those can be bad,” Naomi says in what I have come to call her ‘motherly’ voice.  The breakfast rush was in full swing so I didn’t get to talk much more to her until after the last breakfast customer left.

“So you are friends with more celebrities than just the Ackles?” Naomi asks, not being derogatory  or slanderous toward any of us, just curious.

“Yea, Jared is on Supernatural with Jay and Gen was on there also. It’s actually how they met,” I explain to my older co-worker/boss/mentor. “Jared and Jay are like brothers off screen too and that’s how I met the Padalecki’s.”

“Well, I’m still waiting for some of your friends to come visit,” she laughs. “I’d love to meet a celebrity.”

“You’ve met Dani, Naomi.”

“Oh yea,” Naomi says, waving her hand. “I didn’t like her. She was too into being recognized as famous. I mean someone famous who is also down to Earth.”

I can’t help but laugh at her. “What if I told you they are all like that?”

“Nuh-uh, don’t believe it. I’ve seen interviews with Jensen before. He is just so friendly to everyone. I know he’ got to be a good guy!”

“Yea, he is.”

Gen texts me in the evening telling me that Jared is being released and they’d be home tomorrow. I reply that I am happy and that as soon as they are settled I’ll be coming to visit. I walk to the laundromat to wash a couple loads of clothes because my apartment isn’t set up for a washer or dryer. I have a brand new novel I’ve been reading so I toss it in my bag to enjoy while waiting on my clothes to finish. As I’m walking down the street my phone pings and I stop to pull it out of my pocket.

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The Padackles Link-Chapter 20

Chapter 19

Warnings: This chapter contains smut.

That night, as I’m getting ready for bed, there is a knock on my door. Expecting it to be Naomi as I have had no other visitors, I open the door and am stunned when I see who is standing there. “Can we talk? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “What do we have to talk about Jay?” I ask him, irritated that he has the nerve to show up here. “I need to talk to you, please?” Jensen begs.

“I’ll ask again. What the hell do you have to talk to me about? Nothing. There is nothing to talk about.” I cross my arms and lean against the door frame. “I love you.” Before I could register what Jensen had just admitted, he grabs me, pulling my body to his. I look up at him in confusion. He begins nudging me backwards, into my apartment, shutting the door with his shoe. “I can’t do it anymore.” “Do what?” I ask him. “Be away from you. I love you!” His lips are suddenly on mine. Jensen’s lips feel heavenly. His palms cup my face as he slides his tongue along the seam, begging entrance. As soon as they part he glides his tongue through, meeting mine. Involuntarily, I moan lowly.  He tastes glorious, mint gum and a slight bitterness of beer. I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing him closer still. When my lungs feel like they are about to collapse, I pull away. He leans his forehead on mine and our eyes meet. I can see the truth and certainty in his, making all my doubts and fears melt away. "I'm in love with you,” he whispers, never breaking eye contact. “I tried to fight it. I tried to deny it but I couldn’t and I don’t want to. I am in love with you Drea Murphy.” My first reaction was a sharp intake of air. Jensen just confessed that not only did he love me, but that he was in love with me. “Why did you treat me so poorly?” I asked, not able to control the onslaught of tears that begins falling. “You acted like I was some awful decision that you wished to forget.” Like I wasn't worth his time and effort. “I’m so sorry. I regret ever making you feel like that,” he says as he wipes the tears from my cheeks. “I was trying to deny my feelings. I never meant to hurt you. I hated seeing you move out and what you said the week you moved out, in my office? God, I felt like shit. I realized then that I needed to make sense of my emotions. I never, ever wanted you to feel like I got what I wanted and then tossed you aside.” “Yea, well, you did,” I say pulling my arms back to my sides and stepping away from him. “Jay, you were the first person since Chad. Hell, you are the only person besides Chad. I thought you knew that I take that sort of thing seriously!” “I do, Drea. I do,” he says, his voice full of compassion. “I take it serious too.” “So I wasn’t just a convenience for you? I wasn’t just a warm body to hold until Dani got home?” “Fuck, no! I wasn't lying when I told you I liked you. But afterwards, I realized that it was more than just liking you. Somewhere along the way, I have fallen in love with you. And sleeping with you only magnified that,” he explains, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck. “I just had to get my mind to catch up with my heart. I tried to deny it. Hell, I tried to push it all away, but instead I pushed you away. After a while I couldn’t ignore it anymore. When Dani told me you were still coming to JJ’s party, I was so freaking happy. These three weeks have been torturous. I’ve missed you so much.” He pulls me close and hugs me tightly. I lift my arms and wrap around his neck. Being in his arms again felt like home. And in that moment I forgave him for all he had done the past few weeks. “Jay?” “Hmm?” “Make love to me?” “Are you sure?” “Never been more sure of anything, Jay. I’ve fallen in love with you too.” Our lips meet and I part my lips naturally, slipping my tongue between his lips.  Breaths mingling, tongues rolling over each other, swallowing each other’s moans. Stepping backward, I begin leading him to the bedroom. We fall onto the bed, him bracing his body above mine, our lips never separating.  Once the need for air becomes too much, he pulls back and stares down at me; looking at me like he can't believe it's real. That he is here with me, in my bed, able to touch me, kiss me. “Drea,” he pants. “I didn't come here for this. I just needed--" “I know Jay,” I interrupt him, pulling his face back down to mine. “I want this. I want you.” He kisses me with such fervor my mind goes blank. I can’t comprehend anything; time just stands still in that moment. I return the kiss with what I hope is the same intensity. My fingers trail over his shoulders and down his biceps. I run my hand down his chest and stomach and reach the hem of his shirt. I move my hand under his t-shirt, feeling his warm skin with my fingertips. My other hand quickly joins and I silently pull his shirt up. He stops kissing me long enough to grab the back of his shirt and pull it over his head, tossing it somewhere in the room. My hands glide down his chest, relishing in the feel of the muscles there. Jensen leans on to one elbow and, using his other hand, begins unbuttoning my pajama top. I watch his face as he unfastens the last button and my top falls open. I’m not wearing a bra and he smirks and ducks his head, quickly latching on to my nipple. Between the heat of his mouth and his breath brushing against it, it instantly pebbles up. He sucks the bud into his mouth and I automatically arch my back, pulling him closer. His free hand kneads and strokes the other getting the same results. “Jay,” I breathe out his name. He let's my breast fall from his lips and trails kisses up my chest, over my collarbone, nipping at my jaw before his mouth meets mine. I reach down and flick open the button on his jeans and pull the zipper down. Jay groans into my mouth when I rub the palm of my hand over the bulge in his boxers. “Baby, that feels so good.” I snake my hand under the band and gently grab his length, pumping it slowly. “Oh G-god! I'm not going to last long.” He pushes my sleep shorts down and is surprised to see I'm not wearing panties. He glances up at me and I shrug. “I was getting ready for bed. “ “You sleep commando?” I nod and Jensen groans. As soon,as my shorts are over my feet, he stands up and pushes his jeans and boxers down, toeing off his shoes and steps out of his pants. I crab-crawl up the bed until my head hits my pillow and he follows, hovering over me. Jensen grabs himself and lines up with my entrance. We both watch as his dick disappears into me, groaning when he bottoms out.

Jensen leans down, pressing his forehead to mine. He begins to move, these languid push and pulls, slowly becoming one with me. We lock eyes and the passion and adoration I see makes my heart beat faster. He kisses me gently, his lips slant over mine; not deepening it just lips touching and gazing into each other’s souls.

He wraps one arm around my back pulling us closer, his other hand reaches for mine. Our fingers link and he lays our hands on the pillow beside my head, his eyes darting over taking in the sight.

I cup my free hand against his cheek, bringing his attention back to me. We search each other faces for a second before he bends down and our lips touch. His tongue darts out, swiping the outline of my before pressing against the seam. I part my lips and slide my tongue against his. My eyes lazily close, just aware of every sensation pulsing through my body; the feel of his lips on mine, the taste of him, mint and beer and just Jensen, the feel of his body pressed onto mine, the fullness of him inside me, the push and pull of him sliding into me, our hands grasping one another's, the feel of his chest against mine, feeling his heartbeat next to mine. In my subconscious, I know this is wrong. He is married and shouldn't be here with me like this but my mind is completely ecstatic and thrilled that he is. I wasn't lying when I said I had fallen in love with him too.

It took time and his own confession to make me realize that what I thought was him ignoring me and  pushing me away hurt so much because I had fallen in love with him. Somewhere along the way, I had fallen in love with Jensen Ackles and I didn't regret it one bit!

I could feel the band in my abdomen constricting and knew I wasn't far from coming. His erratic, irregular thrusts told me he was close too.

I wrapped my free hand around his neck, running my fingers through the short hairs there and whispered, “I love you Jensen” as I felt the band snap and my pussy clench around his dick.

“I love you too Drea,” Jensen said as he groaned out his own orgasm, hot spurts of his seed releasing deep inside.

We lay there for what seemed like hours,  still connected as one. I could feel him softening inside me and when he pulled away, a whimper unwillingly left my lips.

Instead of climbing out of bed and getting dressed like I was expecting him to, he rolled to the side, pulling my body to his. I laid my head on his shoulder and wrapped my arm around his torso. I didn't want to let him go.

A thought flutters through my mind and before I can grasp onto it, it comes out of my mouth. “Jay, where does Dani think you are?”

“Out with Jared.” His answers spurs more questions and I raise my head, putting my chin on his pecs. He runs his fingers through my hair and looks at me.

“You know, I just happened to be at Riverside a couple weeks ago…”I trail off to see if he catches on.

“Yea?”

“Yea, just so happens, I was sitting at the bar when some guy sits down beside me, hoodie up and dark sunglasses on.”

“That was you?”

“Yep,” I answer,  looking away from him almost embarrassed by my next admission. “I heard your phone conversations. Both of them.”

“Why didn't you say anything?” he grabs my chin and turns my face to his.

“I thought you were trying to forget me. And then I got scared. I was afraid Dani had somehow found out. I thought you two were fighting and it was all because of me!”

He sighs and looks away, up to the ceiling before looking back at me.

“That,” he says before sighing again, “That was me trying to deny how I was feeling about you. I came back Sunday and you were gone. Your stuff wasn't in your room. The bed made up, like you'd never been there. I felt like shit. Knowing my actions had pushed you away, pushed you out. “ “Do you blame me?” I sincerely asked him.

“Not really, no. You had every right for feeling the way you did. I'll never be able to tell you how sorry I am.”

I lean up and kiss each corner of his mouth before placing a quick, chaste kiss on his lips. “I forgive you.” I tell him with a small smile.

Jensen pulls me on top of him, my knees on each side of his hips. He kisses me, deepening it by gliding his tongue through. His arms wrap around me, pressing our bodies together.

I pull away. There is one more thought nagging in the back of my head.

“What exactly does Jared know?”

He smiles and reaches up to push my hair behind my ear.

“Well……”

Chapter 21

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The Padackles Link-Chapter 14

Chapter 13

Jensen’s reaction surprises me. Yes, so did Josh kissing me but for Jay to act suspicious of it was a mystery. One I didn’t have time to analyze. As soon as I had seen Jensen I realized I had forgotten to ask Josh how long it would take to get the results. I would have to wait for our date to ask him.

“Uh, well Jay. That was a kiss,” I tell him as I walk past him toward Dani’s room.

“And why was he kissing you?” I stop and turn back toward Jensen.  “Really Jay? Really? A man can’t want to kiss me? Just because I’m a 24 year old widow no one should want anything to do with me?” I whisper-yelled at him, reminding myself we were in the middle of a hospital. “For your information, he asked me out on a date and I accepted it.”

Jensen tried to control his response to my comment but I caught a look of displeasure before he scoffed and smiled. “No, Drea. I thought he was trying to take advantage of you. Girl, I’m surprised you haven’t had to turn down suitors left and right.” He drapes his arm around me and we walk back to Dani’s room.

“Guess who has a date with your doctor honey?” Jensen announces once we get into the room. Dani’s eyes light up as she looks at her husband and then me.

“What?! You were gone less than 10 minutes!”

“Josh asked me out. I said yes.”

Dani gives me a look of confusion before she catches on and smiles. “Josh? As is Dr. Josh Daniels? Damn, you go girl!”

“Uh, what the hell does that mean,” Jensen asks Dani, who blushes and ducks her head.

“Nothing honey. Just she hooked a doctor is all,” Dani answers him, reaching for his hand. “I only have eyes for my husband.”

I chuckle at her quick turnabout.

“Uh-huh,” Jensen mumbles and places a kiss on her head and smiles. “You better.”

Jensen and Dani get to bring little miss Justice Jay home three days later. That whole weekend the three of us get acclimated to having a newborn in the house. Many bottles made and diapers changes later, I get a phone call on Sunday evening from a number I don’t recognize. I am relaxing in my own room so I decide to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Drea?”

“Yes.”

I hear a sigh and the the voice chuckles and says, “I wasn’t sure if you gave me your real number. This is Josh, by the way.”

“Oh! Hey, Josh. Calling to make sure I hold up my end of the bargain?”

When I am met with silence, I pull the phone away from my ear to be sure the call hadn’t been dropped. “I’m joking, you know.”

Another sigh is heard and then he says, “Listen, if you don’t really want to do this, I understand. I kinda did ambush you. Listen, don’t worry about it. I’ll text you when I have the results of the paternity test.”

“Wait, Josh! Man, you really think little of yourself huh? I agreed to go out with you, not because you agreed to help me but because I like what I see, ok? I’m actually looking forward to it.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I know we don’t know each other that well, At all, in fact. But I don’t lie.”

“Ok, so I have a couple days off this week. Do you want to have our date then? Or we could wait until the weekend. I’m off then too.”

I laugh at his ramblings. “I’m free this week,” I tell him.

“I have another 24 hour shift so what about Tuesday evening? Say, I pick you up around 6 for dinner and a movie?”

“Sounds perfect. I’ll text you the address.”

“Ok. And, Drea?”

“Yea?”

“I’m looking forward to it too.”

Tuesday morning I wake up with a slight case of nerves. Tonight I was going on a date. A date! I hadn’t been on a date in a very long time. Not one that didn’t include my husband, anyway. How much had dating changed since before I was married, I wondered. What exactly was expected of me? Oh god, please dear lord tell me that it is still frowned upon to put out on the first date. I needed someone to talk to pronto!

Dani is in the kitchen feeding JJ so I pour myself a cup of coffee and sit across from her at the table.

“So tonight’s the big night, huh?” Dani said smiling at me.

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” I say before sipping the hot liquid.

“What’s wrong honey?”

“Dani, I’m nervous. This will be the first date since– since Chad. I don’t know what the protocols are.”

“Protocols? Drea, you go out, have a drink if you want. Eat something divine, the more expensive the better,” she laughs at herself. “Then you’re going to the movies right?”

“Yea, we’re going to see Man of Steel.”

“Ok. so what’s the problem?”

I blush and duck my head before taking another sip of coffee. “Uh, afterwards. Like what is he expecting to happen after the date?”

“You mean, do you bring him back here or go back to his place?”

“Yes, exactly!”

“Well, if you are planning to end the date after the movie then yea he should bring you home but if you are having a good time and don’t want it to end, then definitely go back to his place.”

“But,” I say before clearing my throat. “Isn’t that taboo?”

“LIsten Drea,” Dani says, sitting up straighter and placing JJ on her shoulder. “I think you and Josh are going to get along just fine. And if you don’t want to end the date after the movie and go for a nightcap or whatever, it’d probably be best not to bring him here. New baby and all, ya know.”

I laugh at her. She had a point about us coming home and waking the baby. That would put a damper on the date, plus she’d probably end up joining us until JJ went back to sleep. But she still hadn’t answered my question so I decided to be blunt with her.

“Dani, what if he is expecting more? Like, ya know, sex?”

“Hey, if it feels right, I say go for it. I practically jumped Jay’s bones on our first date.”

I giggle at her forwardness. “Well, I don’t think even if it feels right, I’m ready to take that step, ya know.”

“I understand. And I’m sure Josh with understand too. Just tell him how you feel.”

I ponder her advice and finish my cup of coffee. Walking back to my room, I pass Jensen office and see him sitting at his desk with a stack of papers in his hand.

“Whatcha reading, Daddy-O?” I ask, leaning against the door frame.

Jay looks up at me and smiles. “Just some scripts for next season.”

“Oh, yes. So any good spoilers?”

“You don’t even watch the show, which by the way still offends me,” he jokes. “But no, nothing I am allowed to speak of.”

“Drat! I was hoping to make some money by selling some deep dark secrets about the show,” I laugh when he bitchfaces me.

By the time 6 p.m. comes around I have been dressed and ready to go for about 45 minutes. I have worn a perfect figure 8 shape into the plush carpet of my bedroom before deciding to head downstairs and pass the time talking to Jay and Dani and playing with the baby. Dani is sitting on the couch cooing and talking to a very alert JJ but Jay is nowhere to be found.

“Wow, don’t you look nice?” Dani comments as I step into view.

The dress I chose to wear was something I had bought on my cross-country trip a couple of years ago. Nothing fancy about it but I had fell in love with the color of it and how it accentuated my curves. I let my hair fall down in beachy waves, laying over both shoulders. I had applied a light layer of mascara and some red-tinted lip gloss. I had finished off with a pair of black strappy heels.

“You don’t think it’s too skimpy? What if it gives him to wrong idea?” “Well, it sure shows off the girls,” Dani exclaimed. “But listen, if he tries something you’re not comfortable with, just tell him to back off. And if he doesn’t knock him on his ass and call Jay. I’m sure he’ll come pick you up.”

“Okay. You’re right.” I say as I slowly exhale. “I can handle this.”

I bend over to speak to JJ and Dani clears her throat, causing me to look at her. “Maybe don’t bend over in front of him.” I follow her eyesight down and realize that when bending over, the neckline of this dress bares all.

“Ok, that’s it!” I say, standing up. “I’m changing.”

As soon as I go to head upstairs the doorbell rings, announcing Josh’s arrival.

“Or not. Dammit!”

Dani giggles as I head to answer the door. I open it to find a very attractive, nicely-dressed Dr. Josh Daniels standing on the terrace. Since I had only ever seen him in scrubs, I was stunned as just how handsome the man really was. He was dressed in dark blue, almost black slacks, a white button up shirt with a cobalt blue sweater over it. He finished the look off with a dark blue blazer with white pinstripes.

“Wow! You look amazing!” he tells me.

“Thanks. You look pretty dashing yourself.”

“You ready to go?” he asks and I nod my head. Josh offers his arm and I slip my hand into the bend of his elbow and we make out way to his car.

Josh drives us to a steakhouse on the other side of the city. We walked in and are met with the hostess.

“Table for two please,” Josh tells him.

The woman picks up two menus and asks us to follow her. She leads us to a quiet corner table, covered in a pretty mahogany tablecloth. Josh pulls my chair out for me and I sit as he rounds the table to his side.

After taking our drink order, the hostess leaves us to browse the menu. I decide on a surf and turf while Josh orders a t-bone with a baked potato and salad.

I thoroughly enjoy my first date since Chad had passed. Josh was easy to talk to and we found out we had a lot of things in common. He hadn’t been on an actual date in almost as long as I had. We enjoy the same types of music and neither one of us had ever had time to watch television. We ended the night just walking through town since the weather was nice, him pointing out different points of interest he knew of since he grew up here, some new and some old and had been here as long as he’d been alive, as he explained.  When we arrived back at the Ackles residence, he walked me to the door and told me he’d had fun and hoped we could go out again which I immediately consented. A quick peck on the lips and he was off.

I walk into the house with a smile plastered on my face.

Dani and Jensen are in the front room watching t.v. As soon as she notices me, Dani shrieks, “Come on girl. Gimme details!”

Jensen gets up and turns the t.v. off. He goes to leave the room, his eyes cast to the ground. “I’ll leave you ladies to gossip.” As he passes me he glances up and our eyes meet. If I didn’t know better, I could swear there was a hint of jealousy in those green eyes. His gaze slowly lowers as he takes in my date outfit and his jaw tenses. What is going on with him, I wonder to myself.

I go on two more dates with Josh during the month of June, enjoying those two dates as well as the first one.

The Ackles and the Padaleckis plan a Fourth of July outing on the lake and I invite Josh. Everything is going good. The food at the picnic lakeside is amazing; the guys head to the basketball court to get some hoops in while us girls lounge in the sun and take care of the children. The men return and Josh has dried blood on his t-shirt and I can tell his nose has been bleeding. Turns out he took an elbow to the face while trying to shoot a layup. I can’t explain why but I am not surprised to find out the elbow belonged to a certain green-eyed fellow. After helping Josh clean up and tend to his wound, the eight of us decide to head out on the lake to entertain ourselves before the fireworks display. Once again Jay spends his time talking with everyone else, completely ignoring Josh and I. I really would love to know what his problem is!

After the fireworks Josh brings me back to the house and we sit in the driveway, making out in his car. I am really beginning to like the doctor. Suddenly there is a knock on my window and I turn to see Jay standing there glaring through the window. I tell Josh I need to get inside, kiss him once, twice more and then open the door, exiting the vehicle. “Dude, what is your problem?”

“I don’t have a problem,”

“Yea, okay.” I stalk past him and enter the house, going straight for my room.

Josh’s work schedule and other obligations kept us apart for the next three weeks. Although we kept in contact through calls and texts, it just wasn’t the same.

That first week I had kept my phone with me at all times, even while feeding or changing JJ. I helped take care of her while her parents were busy. Dani had gotten a call for a role on a t.v. show and was off auditioning.Jensen kept his distance, only making his presence known in the house when it was time for dinner. I was still upset with him for ruining the end of my last date with the good doctor.

The second week, Dani was back so my babysitting duties weren’t as numerous though I still helped out when I could. Jay was slowly reverting to his old ways, flirting nonstop with his wife and on better speaking terms with me.

By the third week, the Ackles household was back to normal. Dani and Jensen were well into a decent schedule of being parents and I was witness to the amount of love and affection they had toward one another. I still would catch Jay tossing glances my way when they would get all lovey-dovey but I just wrote it off as he was feeling guilty for spoiling my date and didn’t know quite how to apologize.

Josh called me Friday morning while I was enjoying a cup of tea and asked me out on a date that night. He told me he had a gift for me. Dani sat on my bed, feeding JJ while I was getting dressed. We were going to go to an outdoor concert so I dressed as I would for an outing of this sort. Jean shorts, a v-neck camisole with lace around the edges topped off with a opened button down thin shirt. I paired it off with a pair of flat soled sandals.

“I don’t know Dani,” I responded to a question she had asked me earlier. “He just said a gift. I just hope whatever it is wasn’t too expensive. I don’t want him spending his hard earned cash on me.”

“Girl, what are you even talking about,” Dani scoffed. “I’m sure whatever it is, he wanted you to have it. And he’s a doctor, I’m sure he can afford to treat his girlfriend to a present every once in awhile.”

“Girlfriend?” I asked, taken by surprise by the title. “God, I haven’t thought about that. I guess I am his girlfriend, huh?” I smile at the realization when there is a light knock on my door. “It’s open.”

Jay walks in and looks between myself and Dani. “Oh, are you going somewhere, Drea?”

“Yes,” I answer him. “Josh and I are attending a concert in the park.”

Jay’s eyes widen but he quickly gets control and tries to nonchalantly shrug. “Didn’t know you were still seeing him.”

Dani stands up, coming over to hand the baby to her father. “Yes, they are still dating, Jay. Haven’t you noticed she has her nose stuck in her phone almost all the time.” She chuckles and adjusts the sleeping infant in his arms. “Could you put JJ in her crib. I want to help Drea finish getting dressed so she can look hot for her doctor boyfriend,” she says as she comes to stand by me and elbows me softly. I giggle and blush.

“Yes, sure.” There is a curtness to his voice but he turns and leaves the room. Dani doesn’t catch on as she is already going through my sparse collection of makeup supplies. I stand there and stare at the closed door Jensen just exited, wondering what is going on with him.

The concert is fantastic. My leg muscles are achy from all the dancing and jumping around I had done. Josh and I were still laughing and talking about all the drunk people provocatively with one another. “I really thought that one girl was going to try to take you away from me,” Josh says as we are driving through traffic.

“Which one?” I laugh. “The one with all the braids or the one who actually grabbed my ass?”

“What?” he asks, jerking his head to look at me. “How did I miss that?”

“I don’t know. It wasn’t like she didn’t have her hands all over me anyways,” I laugh as I grab his free hand. “I actually think she was going to proposition me for a little more if her male friend hadn’t pulled her away.”

“That’d’ve been hot to watch.” I laugh at his bluntness. Since we’d been going out, Josh has come out of his shell a bit more. Not the shy, surprised he had a date guy he was when we first had met and started going out. He was more open and free, sometimes too open and free. He told me that he hadn’t been on a date in years because his profession intimidated women. Of course he had been tipsy so when he told me, and I quote, “I see pussies all day so most women cowered away from dating me” I’d snorted and choked on my own drink. So, yea he was coming out of his shell.

When we arrived back at the Ackles residence, we sat  in the car in silence for a minute before he leaned over and pulled an envelope out of the glovebox.

“Drea, I like you and I like going out with you. I shouldn’t have done this but I was really afraid you only agreed to go out with me for–”

“Wait, are you dumping me?” I asked, flabbergasted. If that’s what this was, it was totally unexpected.

“God, no!” he exclaimed as he held up the plain white envelope. “I’ve had this since that first date. I just didn’t want this between us to end once you got what you needed.”

Realization hit me quick. The paternity test results!

“Josh, I really like you too. And I have had fun on every single date we’ve had. I think,” I stop and look him in the eyes. “I think even without needing those results I would’ve said yes to a date with you.” I’m not lying. Josh had caught my eye the first time I met him at Dani’s scan all those months ago. God, had it almost been a year. Time sure flies when you’re having fun I guess.

He hands me the envelope and I fold it and place it in my pocket. I had to get it to Dani pronto and make sure Jay was nowhere near, in case the results were not what we hoped them to be.

Inside, I walk toward my room and notice Jay is in his office busily typing away on his computer. I rush to the end of the hall to their room and knock on the door. Dani tells me to come in and I quickly hand her the envelope.

“Oh god!” she says staring at the sealed pouch. “I don’t think I can do it. Drea, you open it and read it. I’ll know by your face if she’s his or not.”

I carefully rip the end open and shake the folded paper out. I read the results and smile at her. “She’s Jay’s.”

To say that a weight was lifted off Dani’s shoulder is an understatement. I can practically see the weight disappear and feel the tension leave the room.

“Oh thank god! Now go. Get rid of that. I don’t need him finding it, ever!”

I take the letter and the envelope to my room. Burning it in the ensuite sink until it was nothing but charred pieces of paper with no way to ever tell what had been on them.

September comes and goes with no real excitement. Jensen and Jared heads back to start filming season 9 of Supernatural and Dani, Gen and I are back to spending time together. Josh’s workload doubles when one of the other doctors leave so I don’t get to see him as much. But that was okay, we text and call and even video chat late at night when he is getting home from work and I’m in bed. We flirt around about doing more than just chatting during those late night hours but I end up watching as he dozes off, exhausted after putting in double time between the practice and the hospital.

October, November and December sees a lot of action. In October, Dani and I surprise Gen with a baby shower, seeing as she and Jared were soon to be parents to a second son.

November comes and Jensen and Jared are home for holiday break. The Ackles head to Dallas to spend Thanksgiving with Jay’s family and the Padaleckis were heading to San Antonio, where Jared’s parents reside. I have plans with Josh so I opt to stay back and keep an eye on everything. Josh surprises me with a home-cooked Thanksgiving dinner the Wednesday before Thanksgiving since he has to work on the actual day.

December is much of the same, except the rush now was Christmas shopping and decorating and baking. Dani has a tradition of making enormous amounts of homemade Christmas goodies so once again she and I commandeer the kitchen and  bake to our hearts’ content. The whole Ackles clan plus the Padaleckis, who are in town for the birth of their second grandson, Shepherd, are celebrating Christmas together at the Ackles’ home and Dani offers an invitation to Josh, in which he accepts.

The entire house is packed with people, laughing, singing and just enjoying each other’s company. When it is time to exchange gifts, the sitting room is filled to the brim as the Ackles and Padalecki patriarchs hand out gifts.

After the festivities, Josh and I take a drive and we end up back at the same park that we had attended the concert earlier this year. Josh gifts me a beautiful gold and amethyst necklace and earring set. I had recently told him my birthday was in February so the jewelry having my birth stone was special. I give him a silver plated rolex which he immediately takes out and puts on. We kiss and he asks me to be his date for the New Year’s Eve party Dani had invited him to. I laugh and tell him of course.

On New Year’s Eve as we are all gathered around the flat screen t.v. in the Ackles’s den as we watch the countdown begin for the last 30 seconds of 2013. During the final 10 seconds all couples have joined with their significant other to share a New Year’s kiss. Josh kisses me as soon as 2014 is announced and as I open my eyes, instead of meeting his chocolate brown ones, I look over his shoulders and see narrowed green ones staring straight at me. I try to silently ask Jensen what his problem is but his attention is diverted before I get the chance.

2014 starts the same way 2013 ended. Jensen spends the first few days throwing quick gazes my way but promptly looks away when I catch him staring. He and Jared head back to Vancouver to film before I can muster up the nerve to ask him about all the stolen glances and looks tossed toward me.

Josh and I celebrate his birthday in the middle of January with a trip to Zilker Botanical Gardens. We walk hand-in-hand and marvel at the vast array of flowers and plants. The waterfalls are majestic and I have fun throwing special food offered to the fish in the koi ponds. As we are walking along one of the secluded trails Josh stops and looks at me and says “I love you” taking me by surprise. I smile at him but I can’t hide the truth and I can tell he sees in in my face.

“Josh, I really, really like you. But–”

“You don’t feel the same.” Josh interrupts me and walks away. I stray behind him, feeling horrible. I do really like Josh and I enjoyed spending time with him but love? I wasn’t ready to take that leap again. My last love, my husband Chad, had been my true love; love of my life and I didn’t feel those same emotions for Josh. The ride home was silent and as soon as I was out of the car, Josh looks at me once more before backing out of the driveway and speeding away.

I have no time to reflect on what has transpired as I walk into the house to a frantic Dani.

“What’s wrong?!”

“JJ’s is sick. She’s crying nonstop. She’s not hungry, doesn’t need a diaper change. I don’t know what to do!” Dani exclaims to me, in tears. She’s pacing back and forth, holding a screaming JJ in her arms.

“Calm down. Let me have her.”

She hands me JJ and I immediately feel that she is covered in sweat. “Dani, have you checked her temperature? She is burning up!” I’m beginning to panic now. Other than when she was teething a couple months ago, JJ has been the picture of perfect health. The thermometer reads 102.7 so I suggest we call her pediatrician and Dani races to grab her phone.

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The Padackles Link-Chapter 11

Chapter 10 Danneel Ackles is a conniving, devious  shrewd!

I find this out soon after leaving the doctor’s office.  She immediately calls Jay to tell him the news. But instead of letting him know the gender also, she gets a sinister smile on her face as she says, “I've decided to not let anyone know until you are home for break.” And, apparently, that included her husband.

So, yes, Danneel Ackles is a conniving and devious shrewd. But I say that in a loving friendly way.

Dani and I enjoy the rest of the day at the local mall, the same one we had roamed over a year ago when we met. This time though we are both alert and watchful for anyone who looks like a fan or paparazzi because the items we are shopping for would definitely give away that she is pregnant with a girl.

At the food court, we run into some fans who requests pictures and autographs from my friend as I sit back and observe the madness that is her life. She takes it all in stride, agreeing to posing for selfies and signing anything that is placed in front of her.

While she is entertaining the crowd, I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. I slide it open to see a text from Jay.

I giggle to myself as I watch Dani stroll my way, almost salivating at the array of food we had ordered.

“I'm starving!” She proclaims as she sits in the chair across from me.

“Well we have a lot of food so you'll  be satisfied shortly,” I say, reaching for the burrito I ordered.

“Oh I don't know, D. Food isn't exactly what I'm hungry for lately,” she remarks,with a wink and the giggled at my reaction.

I have my burrito held mid-air, mouth open ready for a bite bit I am completely halted in my task. My eyes widen at her. What did she just allude to?

Dani busts out laughing at my reaction. “Oh Drea. I just love you! But no worries, you can't satisfy this hunger I have!”

I close my mouth and grin at her. She loves to catch me off guard with her flippant phrases sometimes. Although she is very pretty and radiant, I just don't swing that way.  But I decide to try and give her a taste of her own medicine. “Yea, sorry Dani, I don't think us rubbing against each other will pacify.”

Dan’s mouth drops open but then she smiles that naughty little smile she gets when she knows she's gonna line-up me. “You never know til you try.”

I know my face pales and then turns beet red, I can feel the heat of embarrassment burning my cheeks.

Dani busts out with a loud laugh. “Oh my God! Your,  your face….priceless! I'm totally yanking your chain Drea.”

Dani-1; Drea-0.

Gen and Tom join us as we are wandering through our fourth baby store.

“So,” Gen asks as she approaches us. “Tiaras or tackle boxes?”

Dani’s whole face blooms into a smile. “Tiaras.”

Gen squeals gleefully causing other shoppers to look our way.  Even Tom in his stroller turns his little head and tries to look back at his mother.

“I’m so excited! All the little dresses and outfits I’m going to get to dress my niece in! Oh my god, I can’t wait!”

Dani laughs at her as she turn back towards the clothing rack we had been browsing. “Well, you have to wait at least a little bit longer. I’m not due for awhile.”

After a day of shopping and picking out little pink bows and clothing and booties, we head back to the Ackles residence to relax and just lounge around. Well, as much lounging around as you can get with a now-mobile toddler. Tom had recently learned how to pull up to furniture and tables and wobble around. The three of us took turns on keeping an eye on the little boy and make sure he didn’t get his tiny hands on anything he shouldn’t and that h didn’t fall and get injured.

“Ugh, how did you do this Gen?” Dani asks out of the blue.

“Do what?” Gen asked, concerned for her friend.

“I got all these hormones and needs and no one here to help,” Dani whined while pouring herself another glass of lemonade.

Gen laughed and answered, “Yea, that is a part of being pregnant while my husband is a million miles away I do not miss! Let’s just say Jared got a lot of late night phone calls and texts. I’m pretty sure he was as miserable as I was.”

“So, you sexted him?” I asked curiously.

“Yes, and calls to him explaining, in vivid detail, what I wished he could be doing to me.”

“Oh my god. Yea, you probably gave him a daily case of blue balls,” I laughed as I toddled behind Tom around the coffee table. “Yea,” she told us. “He told me he jacked off all the time.”

The three of us all laughed loudly which caused Tom to drop to his butt and laugh too. We all laughed even harder at him.

After we all compose ourselves, the three of us sit together on the couch but each were in our own little world. I was thinking of how Chad and I had never had to have the option of not being together and depend on cybersexing one another. When the mood struck one of us, we knew that that evening and night we would be together and be able to fulfill our desires. I actually try to picture sending a dirty text or even a picture to him, but could not imagine doing something that brazen. And then my brain goes back to the moment I had accused him of cheating.

“Hey,” I speak up. “You ever worry that with them being so far away that they’d stray?”

“You mean like cheat?” Gen asks, looking over at me. I nod and wait for their answers.

“Not really,” Gen replies. “I trust Jared with absolute certainty. He has shown me regularly he is not a cheater.”

“I understand that,” I tell her. “But I did accuse Chad of cheating once. He was spending all this time working and was even working on the weekends.”

“Oh honey,” Gen moans, grabbing my hand. “Was he?”

“No, he was actually working toward a pretty big promotion. The one that had us moving to Georgia. I felt like a big idiot when he came home after winning it and told me. Best sex of our lives though,” I laugh as I remember all the ways I made up to him.

Dani has been quiet while listening to mine and Gen’s conversation. She knew all this already. I had told her about the whole fiasco when I broke the news about having lost Chad.

“So you had a good man?” Gen asks me, leaning up with her elbows on knees.

“Yes, the best there ever was. He was a great man, a loving husband. I felt so bad for my doubt,” I answered her honestly. “There was a lot of makeup sex that night. In many, many places.” I chuckle, reminiscing.

I glance over at Dani and can't place the look on her face. Gen notices it too and asks, “What's wrong, Dee?”

Dani looks at us and sighs. “I don't know if this baby is Jay’s,” she blurts out, surprising both Gen and I.

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The Padackles Link-Ch. 16

Chapter 15

A/N: I have never watch either movie mentioned so I have no idea if my portrayal is correct. Google helped by explaining the plots.

After I change JJ, I head downstairs to prepare her lunch only to be surprised to find Jensen in the kitchen readying a bottle. He already picked a jar of food and has it sitting on the table with a small spoon.

I lower his daughter into the high chair, making sure she is buckled in tightly before I reach for the jellied meal.Thankfully, he chose one of the more appetizing ones so I knew JJ will be no trouble to feed.

I go about scooping bite-sized amounts and feeding her. Jensen steps over, sitting the bottle on the table beside me.

“You know, I'm home now so I could feed her if you wanted to take some time to yourself,” he tells me.

“And miss this precious face? Nah, I'm good. I enjoy spending time with her,” I tell him just as JJ blows a carrot-flavored raspberry toward the two of us, covering my hand and wrist. “Plus orange spit up is good for the skin. Ain’t that right, miss messy?”

Jensen laughs and leans down kissing the top of her head. “Well, I will clean her up after she's finished Ok?” he says, handing me a towel to wipe off with.

“Yea, okay,” I say, looking at the toddler. “You hear that JJ? Daddy is gonna clean you up after. So make a big mess. Gotta break him in.”

Jensen's mock look of horror causes me to giggle as he then places his hand on my shoulder and leans down to my ear and whispers, “Traitor. I thought we were in this together.”

The feel of his warm breath on the shell of my ear sends shocks down my spine and I shiver. What is this man, this married man, doing to me? How has being with him affect how I react to him? The warmth of his touch, the sound of his voice, the mere presence of him has my body acting all kinds of crazy.

What had transpired just an hour before was nothing more than sex, right? Just two lonely people using each other to feel close. I'm sure he was just missing his wife, my friend, and just needed to feel close to somebody. And as for me, well I really don't have an explanation for it. Yes, I have always thought Jensen Ackles was an attractive man. Who doesn't? If you ever spent time with him and see how he protects and cares for not only his family, but his friends, you can't help but to be attracted. Not to just his good looks, but his fierce need to tend to those he cares for. Jensen Ackles was a nurtured and those he loves reap the benefits.

While Jensen was cleaning the mess that was his daughter after lunch, I went about tidying the kitchen. Wiping the high chair down, placing empty baby food jar in the recycling bin and rinsing the spoon and bottle in the sink.

As I reach to turn the water off, though, all hell breaks loose. Instead of the water flow simply shutting off, the knob breaks and,water starts spewing everywhere, drenching me, the counter and the floor. “Jay!” I hear his hurried footsteps on the stairs as soon as I yell his name.

“What?! What is--" his inquiry is cut short when he catches sight of me. Water dripping down my face, my hair and t-shirt drenched. He barks out a laugh and I just scowl at him. “Drea, you know we have actual showers upstairs,” he chuckles.

I put my hands on my hips and smirked at him. “Smartass! The fucking faucet broke.”

“I see that,” he says, smiling at me. “Go on and change. JJ’s in her crib playing and I'll take care of this,” he motions to the river that used to be his kitchen.

I walk by him and punch his shoulder. He grabs my wrist and pulls me against him. “Baby, if you wanted to get wet I would've helped,” he whispers and winks down at me. His comment catches me off guard and I don't realize his implication until his lips touch mine. I revel in the feeling of our mouths connected and freely open mine when his tongue swipes across my bottom lip.

He moans and pulls away. “I gotta get the water turned off before we float down the street,” his says, the tone of voice giving away his reluctance to stop kissing me.

I walk upstairs on pure automation. Walking into my room, the bed sheets rumbled, the duvet hanging halfway off just reminds me once again that today my life has changed. Today, I had sex with a man who is married to my friend. I should feel repulsed at myself. I should regret falling into bed with him. But I can’t. As much as I try, I can’t feel remorse; all I feel is alive. Almost four years after losing my husband at the ripe young age of 22, I feel renewed. I feel like myself again, Audrea Marianne Murphy.

I smile as I pull the shirt over my head, seeing myself in the mirror. My breasts and chest is covered in bites and marks. I can faintly make out finger shaped bruises on my hips where Jensen had held onto me as he pumped himself into my body. The thought of those actions make my panties damp. Jensen, I think to myself. What is he to me now? Before, I considered him a friend. My savior all those years ago when he was kind enough to stop on the side of the highway to help me with my car troubles. I think back to those days and chuckle. I was in such a state of anxiety and anger that I was downright crabby to him at first. He could have just as easily turned around and left me to fend for myself. Pulling on a clean, dry shirt I laugh out loud at the memory of thinking I was going to walk the 7 miles to the next town in the sweltering Texas heat.  I silently think whoever is upstairs looking out for me for sending Jensen to save me.

After checking on JJ and seeing her happily babbling in her crib, apparently having a conversation with the pink bunny tucked into the corner, I make my way back downstairs to check on the water-logged kitchen. I am stopped in my tracks as soon as I enter the room. Laying in the floor, his torso hidden under the sink, twisting the connection nuts loose is Jensen. A shirtless Jensen. As he works to loosen the hardware the muscles in his stomach clenches causing all kinds of impure thoughts to flow through my mind. I whimper at them and he glances at me, smiling.

“Like what you see?” he winks.

“Eh, plumber’s crack isn’t a big turn-on for me,” I tell him, squatting down beside his legs and peering in.

“Drea, you are one,”he pauses to tug on the tightened bolt, “sassy lady. You know that?”

“I’m just me. You either love me or hate me.” I laugh, straightening myself as he crawls out and sits up.

“Is that right?” He quirks an eyebrow at me and I realize what I said. I can’t help the blush I feel crawl up my neck and onto my cheeks.

“Oh god!” I exclaim, face-palming myself.”I just have verbal diarrhea around you. Forget I said that, huh?”

He pushes off the floor and stands up, pulling me into his arms. “You’re so cute when you get embarrassed. I remember the first time we met, you did the same thing. It’s adorable.”

I relish in his embrace. Those muscular arms holding me, caging my body in to his. I wrap my arms around his waist and lay my head on his chest. We stand there for a few minutes, just holding one another. I know this isn’t going to last. Dani will be home tomorrow but I’m going to savor it while I can.

He loosens his grip and kisses the top of my head. “I have to run to the hardware store and get a new faucet. Will you be okay while I’m gone?”

“God, Jay! It’s not like I’ve been living here for the last week by myself, taking care of the house and your daughter,” I laugh, looking up at him “I think I can manage it for an hour.”

“Well, excuse me for being a gentleman and asking,” he jokes playfully.

“Thank you for being a gentleman then,” I say, standing my tiptoes and kissing him. He deepens the kiss by slipping his tongue between my parted lips. God, this man can kiss!

He pulls away and looks at me. “Wanna watch a movie tonight after we put JJ down?”

“Sure,” I say. “What did you have in mind? I’ve watched more Disney this week than I have in all my life.” I laugh and he joins in.

“So Lion King is out?” he asked me, facetiously.

“Uh, yea.”

“I’ll run by the video store and see what’s new, okay?”

Sounds like a plan. Might want to get some popcorn too,” I tell him. I had noticed the last time I ate popcorn as a late night snack the box was empty. “Extra butter,” I inform him. “Popcorn isn’t popcorn without butter oozing out of it.”

“I agree with you there!”

He goes to get ready and heads out the door while I am once again changing JJ’s diaper. “You’ll be one year old soon, missy. You need to learn to use the bathroom like everyone else.” JJ giggles at me and smiles that toothy grin that I just adore. “Don’t be trying to use your cuteness on me, young lady. It won’t work.” I laugh as I nuzzle my nose into her cheek.

"Mah-ma.”

That one word, two syllables makes me freeze in my spot. Sure, JJ has said it a few times before but that was when Dani was here. Was she calling me Mama? Was me taking care of her while Dani was away confusing her little mind?

"No JJ,” I softly correct her. “I’m not Mama. I’m Drea. Dray-ah.”

“Mah-ma,” JJ giggles. “Mah-ma! Mah-ma! Mah-ma!” She keep chanting the word as I pick her up and carry her to the play pen I had set up in the front room. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want the little girl to stay confused or have Dani heartbroken that her daughter is calling someone else Mama. I decide just to wait and ask Jensen what I should do when he returns from his errand and finishes replacing the kitchen faucet.

An hour later, I’m sitting in the chair watching television when I hear Jensen return. He walks through, looks at his daughter and then me and asks, “How’s two of my favorite ladies?”

“We’re fine,” I answer him nonchalantly, watching JJ turn her head when she hears her father’s voice. I don’t see the look he throws my way as I return my attention back to whatever is playing on the screen. Jensen lays a plastic bag on the end of the sofa and continues on to the kitchen. “I got a couple of movies. I thought I’d let you pick what we watch,” he says over his shoulder.

“Ok.”

I hear cursing coming from the kitchen so I get up and walk in to see what the problem is. Jensen is once again laid out with his upper half under the sink, muttering under his breath.

Squatting down beside his outstretched legs, I ask him what’s wrong.

“Stupid nut won’t go on straight. I think it’s stripped,” he tells me.

I nudge his leg. “Let me in there. I might be able to help.”

He crawls out and hands me the offending fitting. I make my way into the space and using my fingers, twist the hexagonal nut onto the bolt and tighten as much as I can. I know that it will need to more than ‘hand-tightened’ so I maneuver my body back out and grin at Jensen.

“Just needed a woman’s touch. But you’ll need to use a wrench to secure it so that it doesn’t leak.”

“Okay. Thanks, I guess.” He doesn’t look at me as he goes to slide back under the counter. I listen for JJ and can hear her babbling and laughing so I lean against the bottom cabinets across from the sink and watch Jensen work. I muster the courage to bring up JJ’s earlier faux pas.

“Jay, can we talk?”

“Sure,” he tells me. “You wanna explain to me the cold shoulder you gave me earlier?”

“What? When?” His question catches me off guard. I don’t remember giving him the cold shoulder.

“When I got back. I asked how you were and you gave me short, curt answers like you were trying to blow me off.” By now he has finished with the sink and is sitting against the counter across from me.

“That wasn’t a cold shoulder Jay,” I tell him. “Something happened while you were gone and it has me anxious.

“What happened Drea?” He looks at me worriedly.

“JJ called me Mama.”

“That’s all?” he asks me chuckling? “So what?”

“I’m not her Mama Jay, that’s what! Are we confusing her, having me take care of her while Dani is away? Does she think I’m her Mama because she’s seen us touching?”

“Drea honey,” Jensen scoots over beside me and takes my hand, lacing our fingers together. “She’s a baby. She doesn’t comprehend the change between you and I. She’s too young. And as for her calling you Mama, when my nephew was an infant and Mac had to put him in daycare for awhile, he called his teachers Mama all the time. It’s not a big deal. Really.”

“So, she isn’t going to think I’m her Mama and Dani is some stranger when she returns?”

Jay slips his arm around my shoulder and pulls me to his chest. “No babe. She isn’t going to not know Dee when she gets back. And as she gets older, I’m sure she’ll  have her own special name for you. Probably Auntie Drea.”

“But I’m not her aunt.” I dispute.

“Have you heard what Tom calls me?”

“Unca Jensen,” I answer. I had heard Tom call out for Jensen with that title a few times.

“Exactly. And I’m not really his uncle.” Jensen explains. “A wise man once said, ‘Family doesn’t end in blood.’ And it doesn’t start there either, sweetheart.”

I giggle and slap his chest. “That’s a tagline from your show.”

“Wait! Did you just admit to watching Supernatural?” he asks, excited.

“No. I might have seen the quote on social media and it was associated with something to do with it.”

“You’re breaking my heart darlin’.”

That evening Jensen took care of putting JJ down for bed while I went to my room to shower and get comfortable for our movie ‘date’. I washed my hair in the shampoo I had purchased for the simple fact that it smelled marvelous and shaved anything and everything I could. I know that this morning we had both alluded to something happening tonight and in that case, I wanted to be smooth.I wondered if Jensen had been serious about having tonight but I didn’t want to assume anything else would happen. What if it had just been a one-time thing? What if he regretted sleeping with me? Afraid of rejection I decided to just let whatever happens, happen.

Downstairs, Jensen is sitting on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn and two bottles of beer on the coffee table.

“I got two different new releases. A scary one and one that the main character is a heroine. What ya wanna watch first?”

The scary one. If I watch it later, I’ll never sleep tonight!” I tell him, sitting beside him, close but not touching. He reaches out and pulls me next to him and whispers, “I’ll protect you.”

The scary movie ends up being “The Appearing”, about a woman who was possessed, uncovering a dark secret about her past and must face the demon within herself. I close my eyes through most of the movie while Jensen watches and has a running commentary on the special effects used and the storyline itself. I try to pay attention to his interpretation of the film but every time I open my eyes something happens and I have to close them again, snuggling into Jensen’s side. I was pleased when the ending credits rolled.

“You wanna watch the other one? Or are you too scared now?” He looks down at me and smiles.

“Put the damn disc in,” I tell him, determined to redeem myself. The menu screen for The Hunger Games Catching Fire pops up which thrills me. “Oh, I have been wanting to see this one! I watched the first one, one night at a motel in Indiana during my trip.”

“So it was a good choice then?”

“Yes! Thank you Jay!” I hop up on my knees and pull him down to me as he passes by me to take back his spot after inserting the previous disc in its case. I kiss him sound on the mouth.

I watch as Katniss Everdeen escapes  the arena and the clutches of the Capitol just as Peeta falls victim to them, putting him in danger. But when Katniss finds out that her home district has been destroyed and it goes off, I literally yell at the screen. “What? You can’t end it like that!”

“Shh,” Jensen laughs. “You’re going to wake JJ.”

“But how can they stop it there? It’s not fair.”

“They do it that way to make sure people will watch the next one. It’s called a cliffhanger,” he explains to me.

“Because it leaves you hanging,” I nod in understanding. I stand up, pick up the empty bottles and popcorn bowl and take them to the kitchen. Walking back into the room, Jensen is ejecting the dvd and I tell him I’m headed to bed.  

As I walk upstairs I wonder if he will come to my room tonight to cash in on my earlier promise of ‘more’.

Chapter 17

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The Padackles Link-Chapter 6

Summary: After unflattering news is reported, Drea decides its time to tell her story.

Somewhere in the US, two weeks later

I was standing in line at the convenience store, waiting to pay for my purchases and tank of gas when I first spotted it. A tabloid cover alluding to the fact that there was “Trouble in Paradise So Soon: Danneel Ackles seen getting cozy with mystery woman while husband Jensen looks on”.

Since learning their last name, I had kind of become stalker-ish when it came to my famous friends. I would read almost anything that had to do with Jensen and Danneel Ackles. Not that I didn’t fully trust them by now, but it still amazed me that two celebrities had stopped on the side of the road to help a stranger with car troubles.

That day had definitely changed my life and I was grateful. I had a friend, two, in fact who seemed to care and were concerned for me. I hadn’t had many friends before our move to Georgia for Chad’s promotion and hadn’t really gotten around to making any when I lived in Georgia, before or after Chad’s death. Most of my family were gone so that had just left Chad. And he was the bestest of best friends a girl could have asked for.

Now someone was causing my new buddies problems and I sympathized with them. No one wanted problems in their love lives, married or just dating. Thankfully in our 6 years of being together, Chad and I had never had any major issues, nothing that couldn’t be resolved with talking it out.

Stepping up to the counter, I place my bag of chips, candy bar and soda to pay. The cashier looked up with a smile but faltered. “You’re her!” she exclaimed, surprising me. What was she talking about? I’m who?

“I’m sorry,” I apologized. “I think you have me confused with someone else.”

“No, you are her. The woman in the pictures with that actress.”

Now my interest was definitely piqued. “What pictures? What actress?”

She grabs the tabloid off the rack and flipping it open to a page filled with pictures that I recognize; the gala. I notice pictures of people I had spotted that night. Pictures of celebrities posing, smiling for the camera. But right in the middle is what stuns me. There in glossy color is a snapshot taken of Dani holding my hand as Jensen walked in front of us, looking clueless.

Not that that was what happened. Not in the least. But the printed picture showed proof of the existence of an affair. Yea, right! I laugh at the picture and look up at the cashier who is perplexed at my reaction. “They have it all wrong. That was so innocent. I got lost in the crowd and Dani grabbed my hand to help me keep up. That’s all it was.”

The cashier doesn’t look convinced. She actually glares at me before scanning my items and taking my money. I go ahead and buy the magazine too; I want to see what the article had stated.

At the hotel three towns over, I lay on the bed reading the article and shaking my head at just how wrong their information is.

Last week at the gala held in San Francisco, we got a glimpse into what could actually be problems in the Ackles’ recent marriage. Jensen and Danneel (Harris) Ackles were wed on May 15, 2010 at the Crescent Hotel in Dallas, TX.  Dallas is Jensen’s hometown.                                                                         Now, just a little over a year it looks like the honeymoon might be over for the newlyweds. Danneel was captured holding hands with an unknown female companion as Jensen seems oblivious                                                            Who is this woman? Who is she to the Ackles? More importantly, who, or maybe what, is she to Danneel?

As soon as I finish the article, I pick up my phone and text Dani.

<Hey! Have you seen the latest issue of Rise Weekly? >

<No, why?? >

<Apparently there is trouble in paradise for the Ackles. >

<Really? Why am I always the last one to know? :) >

<Yea, you’re having a sordid affair. >

<I am? Wow, who knew. Did they say who? >

<Just some chick you were spotted holding hands with at the gala. :)) >

<What? I wasn’t holding hands with anyone. >                                                 <Oh wait, so you and I are an item now? Hot damn!! >

Laughing at her response, I decide to play along.

<Yea, who knew I could land a sexy as sin celebrity just by running over a nail. >

<Omg! I gotta call Jay. This is just going to break his heart. >

Understanding her sarcasm, I respond in jest.

<Go easy on him sweetie. Love you. KISS KISS >

<KISS KISS. Luv u 2 sweetcheeks. >

A few minutes later, as I am eating my dinner and watching a rerun of Three’s Company, my phone dinged, alerting me to a new message. The number is unknown but I open it anyway.

<So, you’re trying to steal my wife? You homewrecker you! >

It’s Jensen; Dani must have given him my number.

<Yea, sorry about that. Just couldn’t control myself. You know how hot she is! ;) >

<That I do. That I do. So, how you doing sweetheart? Still traveling the world? >

<Not the world Jensen. Just the continental 48. >

<LOL! Okay, call me schooled. But seriously, everything okay? >

<Yes, Jensen. I’m fine. Chilling in my hotel watching reruns of shows made before I was even born. Such a thrilling life I lead. >

<Well, now you have my number. If you need anything, call me okay? >

<Okay, I will. >

<And Drea? >

<Yea? >

<Call me Jay. :) >

<Alright Jay :) >

The next few days were uneventful. I was enjoying some time outside of the confines of my car. Spending the day visiting the town’s shoppes during the day and sleeping in a warm comfortable bed at the hotel at night. I was content. No one knew who I was; no one recognized me from that gossip rag. Life was fair. Unfortunately things were about to change.

I was sitting on the bed, flipping channels trying to find something to watch when my eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar face. Jensen was walking through a parking garage and apparently someone had shoved a camera in his face. I turn up the volume and listen.

“Jensen. Jensen, headed home?

“Yes. Going home to my wife.”

“How is Danneel? How’s married life?”

“She’s good. It’s great. No complaints.” He smiles that charming smile

“Who’s the mystery woman? Is it true Danneel is cheating on you with another woman?” Jensen face morphs into annoyance. “No comment.”

“Ok. Thank you Jensen.”

The view on the television changes to what looks like a newsroom with people sitting around talking; one man standing. He speaks when the camera points to him.

“So no news on the mystery lady? No statement from either Ackles camps?

Another man answers, “No, but we are looking into it. As of right now, though, she remains a mystery.”

I feel violated. Some gossip entertainment show is trying to dig up information on me? Because I was spotted with Jensen and Danneel? Is a simple friendship not valued anymore? All these questions run through my mind but what really worries me is that if my story is dug up, how will they spin that? I lost my husband so I ran away? I’m having an affair with a woman because my husband died? The fear of what rumors could be spread makes me aware of one thing: it is time to tell my story to Jensen and Danneel.

I pick up my phone and find Dani’s contact info. Instead of texting, I decide to call. This is too personal to be done via text. She picks up on the second ring. “To what do I owe the pleasure of an actual phone call my dear?”

“Dani,” I try to keep my voice level but it breaks, alerting her to my distress.

“What’s wrong? Her voice serious now.

“It’s time.” That’s all I say and with the almost inaudible gasp I hear, I know she understands.

“Where are you? How long will it take you to get here?”

“Colorado Springs. I can probably be there in a day?”

“Okay. Jensen is on hiatus now so he’s home. Come here and we’ll talk okay?

“Yea, see you then.”

We hang up and I start packing the few things I have to pack. The faster I get on the road, the faster I get to Dallas, the faster I can finally tell them my story. I’m on the road within an hour, trying to visualize how they are going to take my sad news. I can’t dwell on it though. It is my story and there’s nothing I can do to change it.

Almost 14 hours later, I pull up to the Ackles residence, primed and prepared to recount the depressing story of Chad and Audrea Murphy.

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The Padackles Link-Chapter 7

Chapter 6 or Catch up with my Masterlist

Summary: Drea tells the Ackles about her past. How will they respond?

Warnings: talk of car accident; death of a parent; death of a spouse

“I’m a widow.”

This is the first time those words had ever crossed my lips.

I’m a widow. I’m almost 24 years old and I am a widow. That sounded so foreign to me. HOw can someone so young be dealt with this future. No matter where I go in life, what I do, I will always be a widow. I will never get used to those three words. Or the melancholy looks that were bestowed upon me when they are spoken.

Those melancholy looks are exactly what I am receiving right now. Jensen and Danneel Ackles look at me with sorrowful, remorseful gazes. The anguish and grief on their faces is staggering.

“I’m so sorry, Drea,” Dani says, reaching across the table to take my hand. “We had no idea.”

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Arriving at the address that Dani had given me, I sit in my vehicle, mentally and emotionally preparing myself for the conversation about to take place. My new friends have no idea what I am about to tell them. They have no idea that my young life, the one that had really just begun, was ripped from me in the blink of an eye. With one too many sips of a drink, the future I had dreamt would never come to fruition. I will myself the energy to step out of the car and walk into their home. I have to do this. My presence with them at a stupid party has already caused them trouble. Their marriage was suffering because Dani had briefly held my hand and someone snapped a photo. How stupid is that!

Dani opens the door as soon as I make it to the top step of the patio. She welcomes me with a hug but it doesn’t calm my nerves. The simple move actually causes my anxiety to heighten. But I know this needs to be done before those silly gossip magazines and gossip entertainment programs that are all the rage right now digs the information up and work it to their agenda. Other people, and the truth, be damned!

“Drea!” Dani exclaims, smiling brightly. “It is so good to see you again.”

“Good to see you too Dani.” I paste a smile on my face, hoping it is believable.

“C’mon in. Jensen is firing up the grill. Figures we could eat and then talk. That sound okay?”

“Sure. I could eat,” I lie. The knots in my stomach and the lump forming in my throat aren’t going to let my body have any comfort.

The burgers were cooked to perfection and Dani had every type of condiment known but I just couldn’t enjoy the food. I took small bites of my sandwich and chewed until the morsels were basically non-existent before swallowing. The beer Jensen sat in front of me aided in the consumption. I watched as they devoured their food, waiting with bated breath to tell my story.

“I’m a widow.”

The melancholy looks I am receive from them are expected. As are the sorrowful, remorseful gazes; the anguish and grief on their faces is staggering.

“I’m so sorry, Drea,” Dani says, reaching across the table to take my hand. “We had no idea.”

“Why would you?” I say. “I was just some helpless person on the side of the road that you two took pity on.” “Don’t say that,” Dani criticizes. “You, Drea, were not and are not helpless. You’ve been dealt a shitty hand. But, you and I have talked these past weeks everyday and I know you are not helpless.”

“Thanks,” I smile at her. “I guess I just am down on myself because I never pictured my life to be like this.” Jensen stands up and walks around the table to me. He pulls me up and embraces me in a hug. “I’m sorry, Drea. But Dee and I are both here for you. Whatever you need. Believe that, okay? “ He lets go and I look up into his face. I can see the sincerity in his eyes.

“Do you mind if I ask to tell us about him,” Dani cautiously asks.

“His name was Chad; Chad Tyler Murphy. He was just 23 when he was on his way home and a drunk driver passed over the median and hit him head-on. They said the collision killed him on impact.”

“Oh, that’s horrible!” Dani says.

“Yes, Chad and I began dating when we were 15 years old. He was my everything from almost the beginning. It was just me and my mom. My mom got sick when I was 12, cancer. She was diagnosed after finding unusual looking spots on her arms and legs. It was in the early stages but the doctor wanted to try and get ahead of it so he immediately started her on treatments and medicine. Mom took more pills in a day than I’d ever seen. She was doing really well too. The day after my 14th birthday, we got the news that she was in remission. We celebrated by going to the movies and eating as much junk food as we could. It was a great day!” By this time, my cheeks are painted with tears. Jensen hands me a box of tissues and I dab at the moisture. “One day about six months later, I wake up to Mom sick. She’s bent over the toilet, vomiting. The bowl is splattered with blood. I rush her to the emergency room and hours later they tell us that between the therapies and the drugs she had been taken her intestines and stomach were destroyed. She died in surgery, trying to fix a hole in her lower intestines.”

“Oh god, Drea!” Dani has now joined me in the weeping. “You were 14 when you lost your mother? Did you have other family members there with you? Friends?”

“No one. Never knew my father. Mom said he knew about me but skipped town when she was six months pregnant. Guess he didn’t want me. It was just me and Mom.  I was alone in the waiting room when the doctor informed me that my mother had passed. Someone called a counselor in and social services showed up and took me to a kids’ home. That’s where I met Chad. He was a ward of the state also. His dad had abused his mom and Chad had witnessed his dad killing his mom and his dad is in prison, serving life.

“He befriended me almost immediately and we became close. We hung out every day after school and on the weekends we had movie days and would just lounge around. He held me as I cried for my mom and I held him as he cried, telling me what he had seen and heard as his dad beat the life out of his mom. On my 15th birthday, he bought me a cake and a present. This little locket,” I pull the locket away from my neck and show them. It just a little silver oval-shaped locket but it’s empty. “We didn’t have any pictures to put in it but that didn’t matter to me. It was special because my best friend gave it to me. That might we snuck out onto the roof of the building and was stargazing. He told me he loved me, he was in love with me. I gave him my virginity that night and we never looked back.”

Tears are once again streaming down my face so I grab another tissue to brush them away. Dani does the same. I dry my face as well as I can and continue.

“Chad and I were together. When we were both 18 we moved into our own apartment. Life was hard but we endured. He got a job at a local engineering agency and I was working as a clerk at the grocery store down the street. We were happy. We started saving as much as we could. We both wanted a big family. Kids, at least 4. When I turned 20, I took a home pregnancy test. It was positive. We were excited. We got married a week after that. Nothing fancy, just a justice of the peace. I went to my doctor’s appointment only to find out that it had been a false positive. Chad had had to work and couldn't go with me. I told him that evening and we both cried.”

“ Oh, sweetie! That had to have been devastating,” Dee said. “I can’t imagine thinking I was pregnant and finding out different,” she said, looking over at her husband. Jensen grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it.

“We were heartbroken but getting through that together only made us stronger. We talked that night and both agreed we were going to get through this as one. That was not going to break us. And it didn’t. At first. But then Chad started working more and more. He was coming home late every night and even began working on some weekends. I thought he was having an affair. We actually fought about it. Then, the next day he comes home with a dozen roses and told me he had been working toward a promotion and had actually won it. I’d never felt so ashamed in my life. Here I had accused him of cheating and he had been working to better himself and us. His promotion took us to Georgia, where we moved into a 3 bedroom house that I had fallen in love with. The architecture, the flow, everything was exactly what I had always dreamed of us having.”

I stopped to take a drink of beer and collect my thoughts.

“I was 23 years old when the police knocked on my door to inform me that there had been an accident and my husband didn’t make it.”

Dani was full on crying, along with me, and I could see tears in Jensen’s eyes as I resumed.

“I was escorted to the hospital to rightly identify him. Something inside me broke seeing him laying there, lifeless on that metal slab. I went through the motions of identifying him, collecting his personal items, making funeral arrangements. I don’t remember much of the service, just the image of him laying in the casket as the preacher droned on. I couldn’t watch as they lowered him into the ground. I just walked away.”

A year later, I decided to sell everything and take the trip Chad and I had always discussed doing. Now I’m doing it alone. I sold the house, quit my job and just took off. I was three days into my journey when you two came upon me.”

“Good Lord, Drea!” Dani breathed out. “You went through all that, alone?” I nod at her question, not trusting my voice to actually work at the moment. Having to rehash all that had taken its toll on me.

Dani comes over and wraps both arms around me and hugs tightly. “I’m glad we found you.”

Chapter 8

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The Padackles Link-Chapter 2

Making sure I am safely off the road and not in danger of being hit by one of the many cars traveling this stretch of highway, I push the emergency flashers on and turn the ignition off. As soon as I open the door, I am bowled over by the heat of the day. Even the wind coming from the passing vehicles is hot.

I step out and hit the button on the key ring to pop the trunk. I lift the lid and go to search for the spare. After unscrewing the butterfly bolt and lifting the carpet to get to where the spare is housed I huff in frustration when I come upon the empty holder. The car lift is there, one of those scissor jacks that isn't really secure, but affordable and most vehicles now days only come with them.

Walking around to the passenger side of the car, I inspect the problem only to find a 2 inch nail puncturing the tire. So that's what caused it to deflate, I think to myself as I inwardly scream and kick at the offensive wheel. Wiping the perspiration off my forehead, I open the door and grab for my bottle of water and take a drink. Checking my cellphone, I notice there is no service and I audibly groan. "Of course fucking not! I'm in the middle of a god damn dead zone with a flat tire and can't call anyone. Fucking fantastic!" I scream to the heavens.

During my rant, I fail to hear a vehicle slow and pull in behind me. I only notice once I am finish yelling at my luck when I hear a chuckle and a deep voice say, "Yea this area is known to cause many people to question its existence." I jump and look, but can't see because at that exact moment the sun decides to brighten and shine right into my face.

Holding my hand up to try to deflect some of the light, I can only make out a tall figure. And, when I say tall, I mean tall. Like at least 6'0 or more. I stand at 5’7 and he was towering over me. Even by shading my eyes, I still can't make out any features other than his height. The solar illumination makes him looks as if he has a halo around his body.

I try to smile and speak, "Flat tire. Looks like I ran over a nail."

"Well that's not too bad. Just have to change it out."

"I can't." I tell him.

"It's okay. I can do it for--"

"There's no spare. I can change a damn tire, but can't do shit without a spare," I cut him off, further explaining my predicament. “I could change it if the stupid rental company kept a better check on their car maintenance!”

Holding his hands up toward me, he apologizes, “Sorry. I was just trying to help you out.”

Sighing in defeat, I apologize, “I’m sorry. Thank you for stopping. I really appreciate it.” I genuinely smile up at him as he steps a few paces closer. Now that the sunlight is being blocked by him, I can finally see more of the features of my Good Samaritan. I noticed other than his height he has broad shoulders and bowed legs. He just exuded strength.

Stepping closer and extending my hand, I introduce myself, “Drea.”

He takes my hand, smiles and speaks, “Jensen. Listen, we were just headed to town. We can give you a lift so you can call for a tow.”

“Um, who's we?” I ask, unsure. Although I knew I could handle just about anything, I was still a female in a unfamiliar area alone.

“My wife, Dani. Danneel.”

“Oh, well I don't want to put you out or anything. I could probably walk until I get service,” I respond, trying to gently decline his offer.

“You would rather walk 7 miles on the side of the road in 90 degree weather than travel in a smooth ride with air conditioning?” he chuckled at me. He had me there. I really wanted to get out of this heat as soon as possible.

“Okay, okay. You're right. Stupid idea. But yeah, if you could just take me to where I could get a call out,, I'd appreciate it.”

Reaching into the vehicle, I grabbed my purse, but then something occurred to me. “Hey, uh, Jensen?” I asked. “You sure your wife isn't gonna mind you picking up a hot chick on the side of the road?”

Jensen laughed loudly, “Pretty sure of yourself huh?” I face-palmed when I realized what I had said. “Oh God! I didn't mean it like that.”

“I know, “ he was still laughing, his shoulders visibly shaking. “Come on, let's go ask her."

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One down, two to go!!!

Gonna try making a masterlist for Rescue Me and My Hiatus Story today and work on Chapter 35 of The Padackles Link......look for that by Sunday.

#what happened #to Drea and the babies #answers in ch 35