Incredible

Dean strapped me in my seat, and I had a hard time trying to act like I was not attracted to him. Truth was, that if we were alone right now, I could imagen all the kind of things I would want to do with him.

When he finished, Dean accidently touched my fingers, and I pulled back immediately. With his back at my mother, he smirked at me. He was so hot.

Dean came to sit across from me and I did not know if I was glad or disappointed. He sat next to my mother. "Have you ever flown in a helicopter," he asked her. "No" she half-smiled in return. Then she glared at me again.

I looked away from her. Zion sat next to me. "There we go," Dean announced when we were taking off. "Momma look, we are going up," Zion's eyes grew wide and I hid my trembling fingers between my legs. "Yes sweety, we are going up," I gulped.

The first hour, the boys we busy looking outside of the helicopter windows. Dean had indulged them with fresh fruits; strawberries and watermelon. How did he know those were their favorite? Maybe it was a coincidence. After a while the boys became restless and Dean easily solved the problem by playing a Disney movie.

Mom was sleeping, when the pilot started to initiate the landing. "First stop; Disneyland Paris," Dean said smug. "You weren't kidding," I breathed. Dean winked at me. He woke my mom and unbuckled us.

Disneyland was marvelous, I had never been there before. "Thank you," I whispered when we were standing in line at a Toy Story ride. He came to stand closer to me, almost touching and whispered back; "Anything for you." My whole body shivered.

"But why?" I said almost inaudible, thinking of my mother's words. "Because you deserve it all," was his only reply.

I thought about that for hours. Like I requested, Dean did not let my mother on about whatever was going on between us. He mostly spend the time in the amusement park, catering to my mom and sons.

When we landed back at the estate, Dean guided us to the back of the property, to where the two houses stood.

Still, now and then he granted me a smile that turned my world upside-down. "The garden cottages," Dean waved his hand. I blinked my eyes a few times.

"Dean," I breathed. "Those are definitely not garden cottages," I disagreed with him. The largest cottage was made of grey stone and was almost one with nature. Gorgeous purple wisteria, rained down from several sides of the house.

It had a lot of windows, my mom noticed the same thing. "We will be cleaning those windows until we die," she commented. I frowned at her. "Of course they will be cleaned by the staff," Dean nonchalantly mumbled.

Staff? The two cottages were connected by a massive grass lawn. But I was glad that there were a lot of bushes and trees to provide some sort of privacy from my mom.

"Melissa" Dean smiled at me. "Take the boys around the house," he instructed me. "I will take your mother inside her new home," he added. I hesitated, but my boys were curious and ran off, wanting to see what was around the house.

The both wore Mickey Mouse ears and looked incredibly cute. When I walked around the house, I came to a stop. The boys were already climbing into the massive treehouse in our back yard.

There were two slides; one small and the other was higher. There were climbing elements and two sets of swings attached. I did not know why, but I started crying as I heard the kids cheer.

I went to sit down on a picknick bench near the treehouse, and watched the boys play, when Dean appeared out of thin air behind me. "Do they like it," Dean breathed against the skin of my neck.

My heart stuttered and my words faltered. "You're back," I managed to say. Dean whistled on his fingers and the boys immediately responded and ran to him. He caught them both in his arms. My heart melted.

"Are you guys ready to see your new bedroom" said Dean excitedly. The boys ran before us and neither of us said a word.

The inside of the house was absolutely darling and so me. "I didn't have much time, but I did as much with the time I got when taking you to Disneyland," mused Dean. How and when?

"If you want, we can change it all," he went on. I placed my hand against his chest, remembering that we were not alone, I immediately retrieved my hand.

"It is beautiful Dean," I whispered to him. It was so incredible cozy. There was a white big carped on the dark wooden floor of the living room. The four big couches around the carpet were a pretty shade of blue, and there were all sort of patterned cushion's and blankets on it.

"Let's follow the boys up," Dean offered. "Sure" I replied. We walked up the solid dark wooden stairs, that spiralled in the hallway, and Dean led me into one of the rooms. I heard the sound of Edan and Zion booming out of another room.

"This is your bedroom," he told me. There was a wooden canopy bed, with white side draped. There was also a white dressing table. I had never had one. I walked up to it and let my hand glide across all the colors of nail polish, lipsticks, eyeliners and what not.

"Dean…" I croaked. "Mhh… " he mused. "To be fair," he smirked at me. "You are much prettier without make-up," he said and the corner of his lips went up.

"Don't look at me like that," he warned me with a hint of a smile. I bit my lip. Dean cleared his throat and turned around. Still snickering, he walked into a walk in closet. "My staff has collected your stuff, are these your only clothing?" Dean raised a brow at me.

I glanced around the room. My stuff seemed to only take up one percent of all the space. "You brought all my things here," I said not answering his question.

"Are these all you possess," Dean questioned again. "I mean… to be honest… I have never really paid much attention to what you are wearing," Dean grinned, letting his eyes glide over my body. I felt like I was on fire.

"Well…" He pressed, when I was sidetracked by his last comment. "Yes" I simply told him. "Mhh." Dean frowned, but said nothing. Little Edan walked into the room and hung around my legs. Momma, have you seen how cool my room is." His eyes glittered. Edan took my hand and dragged me across the hallway.

The room was jungle themed and there were large stuffed animals across the room. A two meter high giraffe, an elephant, which was so large that Edan could almost ride on it, a tiger of the same size, and several snakes hung from the decorative branches across the room. There was even a swing.

"Look momma…" Edan said as he jumped on his bed. "Even my Hugo is here," he said and tossed his favorite monkey in the air.

I looked at Dean and he winked at me. I came to sit on the side of his bed and patted his hair. "Your room is really…" I trailed off, "Cool huh momma…" he finished my sentence. "It is pretty cool," I agreed and kissed his cheek.

"Shall we check up on Zion," I offered as I took Edan's hand. I hadn't heard him in a while. What was he up to? Zion's bedroom was solar system and science themed. The walls were filled with formula's, maps and gears.

The sealing displayed our solar system in 3d. Zion sat behind his desk, studying something in a microscope. On his desk were several bell jars, with different types of flowers and butterflies. Beside his desk stood a torso, that could be used for learning to understand the human body. A little creepy, if you would ask me… But that was absolutely something Zion would enjoy. He was such a little nerd.

"What are you looking at sweety?" I asked him. "I am looking at a leaf. I did not know it looked like that from close by," Zion said.

I studied the leaf with him for a while and then I got them ready for bed and walked down the stairs. Dean was waiting for me in the kitchen with something to drink. "Where is my mom?" I asked him.

"In her own house," he stated. Dean grabbed me by the waist and pulled my against him. I looked up at his face and stared into the depth of his blue eyes.

"Dean… this house is… " I took a deep breath and said; "incredible."

"You are incredible and so are the boys," said Dean against my lips, but not yet kissing me.

I felt something in my stomach, something unsettling. "Dean… although I am so, so so…." I said holding his gaze. "Happy" I told him. "But I mean… what will happen when you get bored of me?" I questioned…

"I will never," he announced.

"I mean… "

"You can be my always. If you stay here, we can be just fine," spoke Dean full of hope.

Dean took my hand, and walked me to the garden, at the back of the house.

"I don't know…" I sighed heavily. "It's just that…" I trailed off. I looked at the sky, trying to straighten my thoughts. Dean approached me slowly. I could feel his eyes burning on me. I bit my lip. Unable to stop myself, I looked at him. His hair seemed almost golden in the already shimmering moonlight.

He stood before me now. "It's just what?!" asked Dean as he tilted up my chin with his index finger.