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Grown Ups: Dean And Kyla
Kyla Sommers walked out of the library and smiled looking at her phone. She had a message from her boyfriend, well she was pretty sure he was her boyfriend. She listened to the message.
"Hey, Ky, it's me, I guess you're studying. You wanna know what's not a fun place to be? A hotel room in Glendale, Arizona, after you get spanked by the Coyotes. I miss you. I guess that's all I wanted to say. Call me later."
She smiled and called him waiting for it to ring.
"Hey you," Dean Portman said answering it.
"Hey," she said, "I'm sorry I missed you. And the game. Did you at least play well?"
"Nah," he said. "I sucked. How's your paper?"
"It also sucks," she said. "Do you think anyone in Glendale has any insight into the way television journalism shaped the way the US public viewed post Vietnam conflicts?"
"Mm," he said, "no, but I can ask the guys if you want." She laughed. "I come back in two days."
"I can't wait," she said. "Do you mind if I stay at your place tonight? I need cat and TV free sleep." He smiled.
"Go for it," he said. "I'll call you tomorrow."
"Thanks," she said softly, "I'll talk to you then." She hung up and smiled and got into her car. She drove to Dean's apartment and parked and got out. She used her key and walked up to the fourth floor. She plopped on his couch. She loved Dean's apartment, well, she was starting to, now that he'd started buying things for it because she was always here. It was nice. She stretched and walked into the bedroom and got one of Dean's old tee shirts out to sleep in. She crawled into bed and fell asleep quickly.
"Hey, Ky," she stirred and woke up and saw Dean.
"Holy Shit!" She said and sat up. "I slept for two days?"
"No," he laughed and lay down with her. "I came home early." She smiled and kissed him. "Well, actually, the team came home early, because we're awful and need to practice, but I thought of you." She smiled.
"I'm glad you're back," she said and stretched, "you guys are at home next series right?"
"Right," he nodded and kissed her again.
"What are you doing?" She laughed.
"Well, I haven't seen you in a week, and I miss you," he laughed. She smiled and he climbed on top.
"And what are we doing?" She asked. He looked at her.
"Um, well, I thought that was obvious," he said. She laughed. "You mean in the larger sense?" She nodded.
"I mean, if we're just having fun, that's fine," she said, "but well, I stay at your apartment, even when you aren't there," he laughed. "And you call and say that you miss me." He nodded. "And you brought me to your best friends' wedding and," he kissed her. "And I think I'm falling in love with you, but," he smiled.
"Kyla, I'm not just having fun, OK? I mean, I thought I made this clear, I'm not the guy who just has fun." He brushed her hair off her face. "I'm crazy about you."
"OK," she nodded. "Good, now get off me, I have to get to class." He groaned. "Now," she pushed him. He sighed and sat up.
"Can't you just like, cut and have sex with me?" He tried. She laughed.
"No," she said and kissed him. "I can't, but I'll come over after."
"After?" He said, "I'll be at practice."
"Well, I'll need some time to settle in," she laughed. He raised his eyebrows. "Now that I'm your girlfriend I'm not sleeping in your old tee shirts and going back to my place to get changed, I'm going to have stuff here."
"I see," he nodded.
"So," she kissed him, "I'll be back after class and get settled in."
"Sounds good," he kissed her.
Kyla sat on Dean's couch typing and watching him flip through the channels. What she liked best about her relationship with Dean was the pure comfort.
"Dean," she said.
"Mm," he nodded.
"Um, I was thinking the other day," she said. He nodded again. "You and Tanya," he looked at her. "You slept together?"
"Yeah," he laughed. "In high school."
"But never after," she said. He looked at her.
"You're not worried about me and T, are you?" He frowned. "I mean, she's having my best friend's baby."
"No," she said, "no, I was just wondering."
"OK," he said, "no, we didn't. We almost did." She looked at him. "After graduation, Fult and T decided to take a break, before he started the academy, and she started law school." Kyla nodded. "He went home and we all knew that meant he was going to see Tammy and she was really upset and asked me to come over, so I did. We talked and we kissed, a lot and I stayed the night, but we didn't have sex."
"Oh," she said. "Did he?" He raised his eyebrows. "See Tammy?"
"Very much so," he nodded. "They slept together. She was in a really bad place apparently and he loves helping her out of those places." She nodded.
"So do you have any illicit affairs?" She asked. He laughed. "Come on, I'll tell you mine."
"OK," he nodded. "Yeah, I slept with Janet Lane last year." She raised her eyebrows. "I'm serious."
"Fine, keep lying," she shrugged and put her legs over his lap. He sighed and pushed them off and stood up and walked into his room. "Where are you going?"
"Showing you this," he said and tossed his sophomore year of high school yearbook down. "Look at the cheerleaders." She rolled her eyes and opened and flicked through the book.
"Oh my God!" She said. "That's Janet Lane, supermodel Janet Lane."
"Yeah," he said, "when I was fifteen she took my virginity, and we ran into each other in Miami and we slept together." Kyla nodded. "She's married and that's why it was illicit. Plus I think she's gay."
"Hm," Kyla quieted.
"Oh what?" He said.
"Well, you lost your virginity to a super model," she frowned, "I thought Tanya was intimidating." He laughed. "So it was Janet, and then Elena?"
"Uh huh," he nodded, "and then Tanya, and then Elena again, and then Kelly," he said. She nodded. "Are you OK?"
"Yeah," she said. "I was going to tell you about this professor I had an affair with in college. But he wasn't a married gay super model, so you win." He laughed and kissed her.
"I'd take you over Janet any day and twice on Sunday," he whispered. She smiled. "So one of your professors? Really?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "It was so cliché." He laughed.
"I love you," he said. She looked at him.
"Seriously?" She said. He nodded. "I love you too."
Kyla sat in Tanya and Fulton's living room and two year old Kevin reached up to her.
"Kyla!" He said. She laughed and picked him up. Tanya looked at her.
"You're good with him," Tanya said. Kyla smiled.
"Well, I try," she shrugged. "You wanted to talk, what's up?"
"OK," Tanya said, "so you know that senator that I worked for last November?"
"Sure," Kyla nodded.
"He read your piece about the way the stimulus plan was hitting Boston Democrats, and showed it to the Washington Post." Tanya said. Kyla looked at her. "He said he could probably get you an interview for a desk."
"At the Washington Post?" Kyla said. Tanya nodded. "Seriously?"
"I know, it's a really big deal," Tanya laughed. "Do you want me to call him?"
"Of course I," she stopped, "but that's in Washington." Tanya nodded. "I'd have to move there."
"Yeah, probably," Tanya nodded again.
"Dean's in Boston," Kyla whispered.
"Oh," Tanya said softly, "right, yeah." She took Kevin from Kyla. "He'd probably move for you. He kind of likes you."
"I can't ask him to do that," she shook her head. "I mean, he love playing for the Bruins."
"Kyla," Tanya said, "Ow, Kevin no," she took his hands out of her hair. "Dean loves you, he'd go for it." She shook her head. "And even if he didn't, I mean, he hasn't even asked you to move in or anything, you shouldn't give up this kind of opportunity."
"Wow," Kyla nodded. "You know two years ago I would have taken that as a very clear try to get rid of me."
"I don't want to get rid of you," Tanya said. "I love you, and I love how he is with you." Kyla nodded. "But you're one of the smartest most talented people I know. And I know Dean and the way things are now works for him, so he won't change it unless you make him." Kyla nodded. "So why aren't you two living together, or talking about marriage, or whatever?" Kyla bit her bottom lip.
"I don't want to have babies," Kyla said. Tanya looked at her. "I don't want to have babies, and I don't want to talk to him about how I don't want to have babies, because like, Dean loves babies."
"Dean loves you," Tanya said. "And maybe you'd change your mind."
"That's not likely," Kyla shook her head.
"You have to talk to him eventually," Tanya said. Kyla nodded. "This might be the way to start it."
"Sure," Kyla whispered.
Kyla was standing cooking in Dean's apartment. She'd taken the job at The Post. She couldn't not take it, the opportunity was too huge.
"Hey," he walked in. "That smells good." He kissed her.
"Thanks," she said. He sat down and looked at her. "What?"
"You're being weird," he said. She shrugged. "Ky, what's going on?" She turned around and looked at him. "The cooking should have been a dead give away. You've been cooking a lot." She laughed. "What's going on?"
"OK," she poured two glasses of wine and sat down.
"Wow, wine," he said, "this is serious."
"Please stop being charming," she said. He nodded. "I got this really great job offer." He nodded. "In Washington."
"Oh," he nodded, "well, that makes sense, you want to be a political reporter, Washington would be the place to go." She stared at him.
"Seriously?" She said. "That's it? That's all you have to say. I mean, I took the job. I'm moving to D.C." He nodded.
"I know," he nodded. "But I always kind of figured you'd move there. Why are you freaking out about this?"
"Because it's eight hours away!" She stood up and stamped her foot. "And we've been going out for two years, and why aren't you more upset about this?"
"Because I didn't think that we had that kind of relationship," he said softly. She looked at him. "Kyla, I love you, of course I don't want you to move away, but I was always prepared for the possibility." She frowned.
"Is that why you and I have stayed in the same place for two years?" She asked. "You were just waiting for me to move?"
"No!" He said, "but I didn't want it to be harder than it had to be if you got a job someplace else, or I got traded or something." She stared at him. "Kyla what is this really about?"
"Do you not want to be serious with me because I don't want to have babies?" She crossed her arms.
"Wait, what?" He said. "I didn't," he stared at her, "you don't want kids?"
"No!" She said. "I mean, I love Kevin, and David's a sweetheart, same with Dean and Lizzie, but no I don't want to have kids."
"Oh," he said and stood up. "Well, that's OK. I don't really want kids either." She looked at him.
"But you're so good with kids," she said.
"Yeah," he nodded. "But you try being fourteen and changing diapers at 2 AM, that'll turn you off to parenthood real quick."
"Right," she said, "David." He nodded. She kissed him.
"So are we done with this now?" He said. "Are you done freaking out?" She looked at him. "You're not done?"
"No!" She said. "No, I want you to freak out too! I love you! This is like a huge deal." He sighed. "I'm going home and starting to pack." She marched out. Dean groaned. This was going to be bad.
The next morning Dean showed up at Kyla's door. She opened it and looked at him and crossed her arms.
"I brought donuts," he said. She rolled her eyes. "Ky, come on," she stepped aside and walked in. "When was the last time you even slept here?"
"I sleep here all the time when you're traveling," she muttered and crossed her arms. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to talk to you," he muttered. She nodded. "I'm sorry." She nodded. "Kyla, I don't want you to move, but I also know that I have no right to ask you not to." She kissed him softly.
"I love you," she said, "really."
"But?" He tried.
"No but," she shook her head, "I love you, that's it." They kissed again. "I hated sleeping without you."
"I hated it too," he said. "Don't move." She laughed. "I'm serious."
"I um, talked to the editor," she said softly. He nodded. "Said I didn't want the job."
"Kyla," he whispered.
"Listen," she said, "I said that I wanted something where I could stay where I was, and he understood and I sort of leveraged the offer to get my own column here in Boston." He looked at her. "I'll still have to go down there sometimes but," he kissed her.
"Marry me," he said. She looked at him.
"What?" She whispered.
"I want to marry you," he said simply. "Do you want to marry me?" She nodded.
"Of course," she kissed him.