Dean's POV

"Round three?" His voice says lazily, yet playfully in my ear and I resist the urge to roll my eyes as a smirk appeared on my lips.

"No."

"You said no the last time."

"And I meant that."

"But you didn't seem to mind when your mouth was on-"

"Will you shut up before Kevin hears you or something?" I whispered loudly as I rolled over a short distance to hit him on his chest.

Seth chuckled as he pulled me closer to him, placing a kiss on the back of my head, "First of all, Kevin's asleep in the living room. Second of all, he doesn't care. Third of all, stop worrying about Kevin and worry about me."

"I've done enough worrying about you lately." I spoke softly as I leaned into his touch,"I deserve a break."

"That's why I'm trying to treat you well." He protested as he kissed the back of my head again, "So let me love you."

"If you love me so much then make me breakfast."

"It's 2 in the morning, Dean."

"Well my stomach thinks it's 9 A.M." I responded, "I'm starving. Eggs, sausage, and toast sounds really good right now. Ooo, with some of that jelly your mom makes too."

Seth was silent for a moment before sighing, "Are you really that hungry?"

"I'm starvin like Marvin."

He groaned a bit and pulled me a little closer, "Well... we could go out to Waffle House."

"But I don't want Waffle House." I told him, "I want you to cook."

He groaned again, "At 2 in the morning?"

"At two in the morning." I confirmed, "Come on. It really empathizes your love for me."

He was silent for a moment before groaning and pulling the covers off of his bare body, "Fine, but you owe me round 3."

"That depends on how well my meal is." I commented as he rose out of the bed with a groan, "Get to it Bubble Butt. My stomach is eating itself. And don't burn my toast!"

He gave another small grunt as he quickly slipped on his shorts, then exited the room in the direction of the kitchen.

I smile to myself as I laid my head back down on my pillow and hugged the sheets closer to me.

Though it had been nearly 24 hours since I had been dragged into a pond against my will, I was freezing. Despite having taken a shower hotter than the pits of hell, putting on warm sweatpants and socks, and using Seth's body heat as a personal heater. I guess the water had frozen my bones, if that was even possible.

Despite being cold, I had found myself being able to relax. To say the least, I was happy for things to be somewhat back to normal with Seth.

Nothing was perfect, but neither of us liked perfect.

At the sound of my phone chiming, I lazily roll over and lazily grabbed my phone off of the night stand.

Renee: hello best friend. I figured you'd be in the middle of f*cking Rollins, so I decided to interrupt like an iconic best friend would.

I smile softly as my fingers swiftly tapped against the phone screen.

Dean: only thing you interrupted was my silence.

Renee: hmm, I appear to have shown up late to the party. How are things?

Dean: fine.

Renee: the f in fine stands for FUCKING FABULOUS. it mainly stand for fucking.

Dean: ha ha, you're a comedian.

Renee: I try I try.

Renee: so why are you up at 2 am?

Renee: or have I already answered that question?

Renee: f u c k i n g ? ? ?

Dean: The real question is why are YOU up at 2 am?

Renee: I'm out looking for loveeee.

Dean: your at a bar aren't you?

Renee: yeah in some sorta male strip club.

Renee: I like it here.

Renee: I also like half naked men.

Renee: that's the real reason for why I work with this company.

Renee: naked. men.

Dean: your a mess.

Renee: be nice to me. Hell, I'm lonely. You're not here. Roman's flew out to go see Randy. I'm all by myself. I look like a depressed asshole.

Renee: oh wait, I am.

Dean: I'm sorry Nae.

Renee: oh don't pity me. Maybe I was made to be all alone.

Renee: all by myself.

Renee: this is really sad.

Renee: I want a man ☹️

Renee: I want some zick ☹️☹️

Dean: you need a Bible to the face.

Renee: I KNOW YOUR NOT TALKING ABOUT ME. YOU HAVE NO ROOM TO SPEAK.

Dean: don't you even start with me. I'm in a good mood.

Renee: I wonder why 🤔💭🍆

Dean: RENEE

Renee: BLah, I'll leave you to your silence. I'm about to head back to the hotel anyways.

Dean: if your drunk don't drive. Call a cab.

Renee: will do Ambrose-a. Good night. Or good morning. Wtfever.

I gave a small smile as I tossed the phone back on to the nightstand, then yawned and pulled the covers back, immediately wincing at the cold air against my bare skin.

I stumble around in the moonlit room as I feel around on the floor for my sweatpants. When finding them, I waste no time slipping them on, then grab Seth's jacket and hugged it close to me instead of slipping it on.

I take a right down the hall and find myself walking into the living room seconds later. There, Kevin slept soundly on the small bed that Seth had purchased for him as the TV silent flashed pictures that illuminated the entire room.

After walking a short distance through the living room, I soon entered the kitchen and immediately heard the sounds of pots and pans being shuffled around.

As I entered the kitchen I spot Seth at the fridge twirling a pan in his hand as he peered into it.

"I'm scrambling the eggs hard." Seth stated, not even turning around to face me and I frowned slightly.

"But I want soft eggs." I complained as he grabbed something off the top shelf and closed the door.

"I hate soft eggs." Seth commented with an overdramatic shutter, "They're runny."

"You're thinking of sunny side up." I commented as he set butter and his pan on the counter and began to approach me.

"That's gross too." He commented as he placed a kiss on my forehead.

"You have no good taste in food." I commented as I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah I only have good taste in men." He commented as he wrapped his arms around me.

I hummed slightly, "Yeah. Styles was quite the looker."

His body immediately tenses and he remains silent for a moment, then sighs, "You're still mad."

"Seth just because I forgave you doesn't mean I'm not mad." I confessed, "I can't just get over this sorta thing quickly."

He sighed, "I understand that. I respect it too."

"Good." I said as I turned my head to give him a quick peck on the cheek, "So get to cookin."

"My lips taste better than toast." He commented as he walked in the direction of the stove, "Just saying."

"I don't think so." I commented with a shrug and he immediately turned around.

"Is that so?" He commented as he crossed his arms, slowly stepping towards me.

"Get away from me." I commented as I backed away slowly, a smile tugging at my lips, "I'm serious Seth. Go make my food."

"Why make a meal when I can eat you?" He commented before taking off in a sprint in my direction, causing me to jet out of the kitchen and hit my knee on the island in the process.

"Seth!" I shouted as I darted around the couch in the living room, causing Kevin to immediately lift his head with a single bark as Seth chased me back to the room, "Leave me alone!"

I let out a small laugh as I entered the room and immediately tried to slam it behind me, but he quickly pushed against it as I tried to hold it in place.

At some point, Seth managed to push a bit harder than I was and I soon found myself running further into the room only to have his arms around my waist seconds later.

"Stop!" I laughed as he carried me over to the bed, practically tossing me on to it before climbing on stop of me and pinning my hand above my head.

"You brought this on yourself." He laughed and placed a small kiss on my cheek.

"I did nothing of the sort." I spoke in a softer tone, the smile I wore never fading, as he placed another kiss on my cheek.

He was silent for a moment, then placed a soft kiss on my lips before speaking, "I really do love you Dean. A lot."

"I love you too shit head." I mumbled as he smiled, "A lot."

He smiled for a moment more before smirking, "So does this mean round three?"

"I haven't gotten my breakfast bastard."