Prompt: #25, Placebo Effect
Warnings: None besides the fandom.
Summary: A list of things unsaid.
Spoilers: Spoilers for S1, although it takes place before.
Word Count: About two hundred and fifty.
You had your doubts. About many things.
Doubts about him being a cop. Doubts about the stories he told your daughter over dinner, even as you knew he was sugar-coating them to make her sleep better when he worked the night shift. Doubts about the nights he came with empty eyes, and you almost hoped he was thinking about cheating on you.
You never told him any of them, just as your mother had never told your father any of hers. You weren't sure either about the wisdom of that lesson, but silence was always the safest choice.
And he's your husband.
You almost protested when he brought the kid home. It was one thing to bring back the pain and violence of his work, the always-present possibility of having to raise your daughter alone, but this was something else. He had brought the kid from a place so bad he had refused to speak about it, and had asked, no, he had needed you to be a mother for him.
You aren't sure you understand why. By the time you think of him as 'Dexter' instead of 'the kid', it no longer matters.
Pretty soon his 'A's make you as proud as Debra's. He's bright, and polite, and he tries so hard.
You still have your doubts about his smile and his reluctant hugs, and about the way he sometimes looks at other people, but you never tell anybody about them. He's bright, and polite, and he tries so hard.
And he's your son.