Dean, Jackjack, and open
There were a lot of firsts he had missed with Mary Ellen. Firsts he was seeing through his son, which better enabled him to imagine he'd had with her. Dean loved his children. Loved them with everything he had to offer. Sometimes he felt like there wasn't much room for him to love anything else, and then he was reminded that there was even more to love. He'd always thought, unless he was in his sixties, that he would feel weird about being a grandfather. But Mary proved him wrong on that point. He actually loved the idea. He couldn't wait to meet his grandchild.
But that wasn't why he was spread out on a nice soft blanket with his son. No. Everychild needed Disney in their life. Every child needed that patch of innocence. Even he looked back on his. When life was in Lawrence Kansas. And shadows were just shadows. It was nice to share that little bit of innocence with his son. Jack was bundled up to make sure he was warm. There were bottles, and diapers, and things to chew on, while Dean leaned back into a good pile of pillows.