If you missed parts 1-9, you can read them in the links below:
- The Cadillac Lounge – Part 1
- The Cadillac Lounge – Part 2
- The Cadillac Lounge – Part 3
- The Cadillac Lounge – Part 4
- The Cadillac Lounge – Part 5
- The Cadillac Lounge – Part 6
- The Cadillac Lounge – Part 7
- The Cadillac Lounge -Part 8
- The Cadillac Lounge – Pat 9
The Cadillac Lounge
Being the romantic that he is, Dean drove straight to Lorraine’s apartment, he also brought with him a bouquet of sunflowers.
Melissa answers the door, and she’s reluctant to let Dean in, but he holds up a Rice Krispie Treat, “You don’t play fair.”
“She text me, please let me in. I have to…” his sentence trails as he looks up and sees his beloved, her hair a mess, her nose and eyes are red from crying, and he wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around her and show her how much he loves her.
“It’s okay, Melissa, let him in.”
“I’m just going to go ahead and leave then, but if you need anything please call me.” Melissa hugs her friend, giving a pointed look to Dean to let him know she isn’t happy with him.
He bends down so that he’s eye level with her, “Thank you, for being such a good friend to my love. I’m so happy she has you.”
Melissa places her hand over her heart and looks toward Lorraine, who is doing the same thing. Dean sure does have a way with words.
Lorraine looks at Dean, she knows she needs to be honest with him, he won’t judge her, she has no reason to doubt him. Before she could speak, Dean holds out the sunflowers to her. “I know this doesn’t make up for anything, but for what it’s worth I’m sorry.” She nods and puts the sunflowers in a vase. Dean begins to ramble about how he picked the sunflowers yesterday, he wasn’t sure why, he wasn’t expecting her to come home, it’s not like he was waiting up all night, although, he couldn’t sleep. Lorraine touches his arm, hushing him.
“May I speak?” she said.
“Of course, you don’t need my permission.”
“No, I mean will you let me speak, uninterrupted, until I’m completely finished, and I’ll ask you your opinion when I’m ready to hear it? I just have to get all of this out of my head.”
Dean sits down and nods, looking directly into her eyes, intently listening.
“What I’m about to tell you might seem a little harsh, but I want you to know that I think nothing ill of my late mother, I adore her, and I know she was doing what she thought in her heart was right, and it was, I’m not saying she shouldn’t have, but it is what it is. My grandmother, her mother was very sick, so my mom missed a lot of my plays and school performances, she came to a lot too, but she also missed a lot. I was always second to her mom. I remember asking her if we could go shopping or out to lunch, just her and I, and she couldn’t because she couldn’t leave her mother. I get it now, I really do, but from the perspective of an eight-year-old little girl who just wanted to spend time with her mother, well getting shut down hurt. I always feel like I’m second best to everyone and everything. And then you came along, and you made me believe that maybe, just maybe I was your first priority, Not that I constantly need attention, or that I expect you to drop everything for me at all times, nothing like that at all, but maybe you stop and think of me before you make a decision that will affect our lives, that maybe one day you’ll come home from work and share a song you heard that made you think of me, that when I’m feeling exhausted, and my soul is tired and I need some time with Melissa, you’ll give it to me, and when I come home you’ll rub my shoulders and ask me if I enjoyed my time, and even though you don’t really care that we watched Sherlock because I needed my Benedict fix or that I have discovered yet another paleo recipe that I’m dying to try, you’ll listen anyway because you know how much joy it brings me. I just thought that maybe it would be my face that enters your mind when you think of home.”
Dean starts to talk, but she gives him a pointed look, reminding him that he promised he wouldn’t interrupt her.
“I think you do.”
He raises his eyebrows at her.
Those pictures you took, you really cherish those moments, the ones that are just me being me?”
“Of course I do. How do you think I make it through the days where noting seems to go my way? I can look at the photos of you I have on my desk and on my phone, and I’m reminded of how easy things will be once I get home. You make it easy.”
She looks at him, before asking“What did you do before me?”
He has to think about if for a minute, “I don’t know.”
She sits down next to him. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me, it was a moment of habit, you’re sleepy brain couldn’t keep up with what you were actually doing. I remember the horrified look on your face when you realized your error. Honey, not even Benedict Cumberbatch can act that well.”
Dean has tears falling down his cheeks, and he chuckles at her little joke, relief washes over him and he starts to wrap his arms around her, but she puts a hand on his chest to stop him.
“But.” she pauses, and bile, once again rises in his throat. “I remember how heart broken you were all those years ago. I don’t want to hurt you, I don’t want to go through another broken heart, I really don’t think I could take it.” She starts to sob and Dean’s heart breaks as he watches, knowing he is the cause of it.
He places his hand over hers and when he doesn’t pull a way, he brushes a stand of hair out of her eye. “May I speak now?”
She nods, too exhausted to even try to describe her emotions any further.
“Lorraine, please look at me,” He searches her eyes, finding the confidence he needs to continue. “Do you know how many times I debated on not showing up that night we met at the Cadillac Lounge? I almost didn’t go. I almost left you hanging, after the death of your husband, and you look at me like some sort of hero? “
She starts to speak but he interrupts her and sternly states, “It’s my turn to talk now.” which, surprises her, but even more surprisingly, she finds it a little bit sexy.
“But I did show up, didn’t I? You don’t think I’ve told myself those same lines that you just spoke? I knew it then, just like I know it now, Lorraine, your soul and mine have been dancing for centuries, and if you think for one second that I won’t fight for this love, then you, my dear, are sadly mistaken!”
Lorraine stood there, not really sure what to do next, she stared into his raging eyes, almost black with passion, she watched as he clenched his jaw, so perfectly square and lined with stubble, she so badly wants to run her finger across it. The veins in his biceps, standing promptly at attention as he clenches his fist. She finds him so beautifully manly. She looks back into his eyes and she watches them soften at her smile. “I know I’ve hurt you, and that’s a pain I will have to live with for the rest of my life, but, I will spend the rest of my life showing you how sorry I am.”
“What if I hurt you?”
He strokes her cheek, “I know you never intentionally could. Melissa’s right, you are an angel.”
He lifts her chin and brushes his fingers through her “Neither one of us is perfect, my darling, love isn’t perfect, nothing worth having is, but I will fight for this, I will fight for us, I’ve never wanted anything so much in my life as much as I want us.”
She watched as the tears rolled down his cheeks and in the moment she felt more love for him than she knew was possible, she wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her as close to him as he possibly could, hugging her so tightly, as if he was afraid to let her go, like she might slip away from him forever, he cries into her shoulder, and she strokes his back, They stay like that for a long time, before he leans back, pulling her with him.
“Be my baby?”
“I’ve been yours since that night at the Cadillac Lounge”
To be continued….