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Dylan sighs as he sits on a cot in the Pinecrest county jail, his elbows resting on his knees as he flexes his left hand - it aches dully, bruises covering his knuckles and a little bit of that *fuckers* dried blood. Just thinking of that bastard causes another flare of anger to rise up his chest.
Dylan couldn’t help it, not when it came to seeing some strange fucker get too close to *his* spouse. you was too sweet and kind to tell anyone to fuck off, so of course Dylan had to take matters into his own hands - or fists. Guilt suddenly replaces the anger when he remembers Jacob had seen the whole situation and he groans, covering his face with his hands as he presses his fingertips against his eyelids. *no matter how hard I try, I’m still just like my old man..*
“Walker, you’ve got a visitor.” The soft and strict voice of Deputy Sutton brings Dylan out of his self loathing and he looks up, throwing the Deputy a quick smirk. “How many times do I gotta tell you, Charlie? We’re on a first name basis by now.”
“Yeah, okay.” Deputy Sutton laughs lightly, shaking his head as he moves to unlock the jail cell, his expression turning serious. “look, Dylan, you know I don't like arresting you-“
“I know,” Dylan interrupts him as he stands, shrugging his shoulders as he offers a small smile. “Things don’t just change overnight, man.”
Deputy Sutton gives Dylan a small nod, gesturing for Dylan to move out of the cell and towards the small meeting area - it’s truly small, a few tables and some natural sunlight, but none of that matters to Dylan as his eyes land on you and their son Jacob, who sits happily on their lap.
“Hey, baby.” Dylan says softly as he approaches, and he smiles at Jacob, gently ruffling the toddler's hair. “hey there, Ducky.”
“Thanks for coming, babe.” Dylan murmurs as he takes a seat next to you, his hands laying flat against the plastic surface of the table. “I…I’m sorry, for beating that fuc- guy up.” His blue eyes flicker over you’s face, trying to gauge their emotions.
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