Forget.

Chapter 10

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<<<<<<<<<PART TWO>>>>>>>>>

🎫We are going back to just Lilly's POV. I honestly don't care if you guys think this chapter is sexual. To me, it's not. It's just nice and romantic. Alright? Alright.🎫

I'm in the meadow once again.

I look up at the blue sky with light misty clouds shadowing it.

My hand lays upon my swollen stomach.

I realize a large hand rests upon it as well.

I turn my head and my eyes it take awhile to adjust to the new light.

Soon though, I see the silhouette of Deans face and body.

His large nose appears first, and then his chin and chest, working itself down his structure.

He wears his black leather jacket.

His left hand lay over his body holding my hand, the other on my stomach.

He stares at the clouds for awhile, but soon slowly turns his head to mine.

"Hey." He says cooly.

"Hello." I whisper gently.

"We did it. We are going to be okay. Just you and I." He whispers, as he turns his head back.

"I love you." He sighs toward the sky.

"I'm in love with you." I respond, shifting myself out of sleep.

I awake on the airplane.

Dean's head leans on my shoulder.

I have the window seat with Seth and Roman in the row next to us.

My head was rested against Deans and I replaced it there.

I look at the front of the seat, and slowly drift into a dreamless sleep.

Once again I faze up, exiting the airport in Seth's arms, while Roman carries Dean.

"Why...?" I ask drousely.

"He needs sleep. He hasn't slept since you've left." Seth answered simply.

"Oh... Okay..." I mumble, drifting back into sleep against his chest.

Lastly I awake going into the hotel, Dean stumbling around drousely.

Seth still carries me, Dean unsuitable to.

"I-I can walk." I mutter.

"Alright." Seth groans, gently dropping me to my feet.

I stumble at first and Seth grabs my hand, but regain my feet soon.

I slowly pace over to Dean to hold his hand as we walk into the hotel.

Several people hoot at us at first, coming to greet us happily.

"She made it! We told ya Dean, she was going to be alright!" Many wrestlers say.

"Oh... But she..." Dolph Ziggler whispers sympathetically, tracing my neck, down to my collar bone.

I look down, ashamed of Brays marks.

Dean swats his hand away and lowers his hand down to the curve of my back, only covered by Brays shirt.