Page 16 of Scoring Chance
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“I should’ve known,” Sydney put on the last roller skate and struggled to tie it, “I knew you were going to have me fall on my ass in a public setting once again.”
“I got you, babe,” Dean kneeled down and helped Sydney tie her roller skate. “Are you sure it’s nice and tight?”
Sydney softly blinked at her boyfriend. “I don’t know. You tell me. Is it?”
Dean caught the smoldering look in Sydney’s eyes and grinned. Their sexual banter was always playful with the right amount of spice to it. Nothing was ever taboo for them, no matter where they were. “Are we still talking about roller skates?”
“No,” Sydney shook her head, “but yes, my shoes are nice and tight.”
Dean held out his hand and Sydney grabbed onto it as she struggled to maintain her balance. Her legs felt wobbly and weak, and Sydney was scared to death someone with a great angle in their camera phone was going to upload her infamy for the rest of the world to see.
Dean wrapped his arms around her as he led them around the rink. Disco music played in the background as other skaters zoomed past them. Sydney was amazed that a toddler, no more than five, skated past her with no difficulty.
“Okay, this is embarrassing,” she whispered, “a little kid can kick my ass at rollerskating.”
Dean chuckled as he held onto his love. “I’ll teach our kids how to skate, don’t worry.”
Sydney relished in the comfort of his arms. Going platonic and waiting to consummate the relationship seemed to be working in their favor. She felt closer to Dean than ever before. “Our kids not named Bobby or Betty?”
“Where in the hell did you come up with those names?” Dean glanced at her. “Just…no.”
“I thought about their full names – Robert and Elizabeth. I thought those names go with Winchester.”
“Those names do go with Winchester just fine,” Dean replied as they continued to skate, “just not Betty and Bobby.”
“What other names do you like, then?” Sydney asked. “I mean, when we get to that point.”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged. Dean never thought about names for their future children. He always hoped they were a perfect combination of he and Sydney. “Something strong and masculine.”
“Like Abel?”
“Not necessarily Biblical but hey, if that’s what you like?”
“I liked Bobby and Betty but you said noooooooo….” She teased.
Dean skated in front of Sydney and grabbed onto her arms as her eyes filled with worry. “Don’t worry, I got you, babe. I got you.”
“This is scary, Dean,” Sydney looked around her and felt her stomach churn in knots as everyone skated past them again. “I’m afraid I’m going to fall.”
“And you might,” he replied, “but when you fall, you get up and try again.”
“Like Aaliyah!” Sydney’s eyes sparkled.
“Okay, I wasn’t thinking Aaliyah but she’s a good example,” he added, “you’re going to have a crazy next few weeks and we need you to be focused on your show, honey. Everything else is just small apples.”
“And what about you?” She sincerely asked. “You have a new season and there’s a target on your back.”
“There’s always a target on my back,” he rolled his eyes, “people don’t know if they love me or hate me.”
It was true. The criticism Dean’d received was just as loud as his praise. “How do you handle it?” She asked. “The pressure must be monstrous.”
“It is and I usually silence everyone and everything. You have many people pulling you in different directions and it’s hard to keep up.” Dean thought about his upcoming deal with Nike. “I need to have a lion mind.”
“Lion mind? What’s that?”
“It’s when you focus on the goal directly in front of you and not be distracted by everything else around you.” He replied. “Not everyone has it. The truly successful ones have it and you can always point them out.”
“A lion mind, huh?” Sydney nodded. “I like that. I need to have a lion mind.”
“You already have one, honey,” he mentioned, “I’ve never seen anyone so focused on her art and goals like you are. You inspire me every day.”
Sydney chewed her lips and blinked back tears. “I’m nothing. I’m nobody.”
“Hey,” Dean slowed to a stop and Sydney crashed into him. “You’re everything and you’re somebody to me.”
Sydney looked up at her boyfriend. His light green eyes sparkled with love and desire, while the dimples in his chees formed from the smile on his face. “You did that intentionally so I would bump into you,” she whispered.
Dean cupped Sydney’s face and softly kissed her lips. He gently sucked on her bottom one before moving his tongue inside. She tasted like coffee and cinnamon. He briefly pulled away before he spoke. “I’ll do anything to kiss you.”
