Who's the real you?

Chapter Sixty- Eight

Belle...Hannah...Belle...Hannah found Alytain down in his studio, he looked refreshed.

She noticed the stacks of notebooks scattered over the floor, lounge and coffee table of the home studio. She stopped and watched him as he hunched over a notebook with his back turned to the door.

"Hi, Alytain." Her voice barely squeaked.

Alytain twisted in his chair, he jumped to his feet. He pulled Hannah into his arms, tightly holding onto.

Hannah couldn't let herself sink in his arms as she wrapped her arms around him.

She couldn't find any words to speak, nor could he as they stood in silence with their arms wrapped around each other.

It felt like eternity had ticked over before Alytain finally moved one of his hands up to his face, he brushed a strand of hair away from her face before kissing her lips.

Hannah couldn't let herself sink into their kiss; she lowered her gaze to the ground.

Alytain refused to let go of her, he wanted to keep his wife in his arms forever and ever.

"We need to talk." Hannah could barely find the courage to look at the man she once idolised.

"Can it wait? I'm just trying to finish something."

Hannah lifted her eyes up to Alytain's face, he looked different. She couldn't tell what had changed but there was something in Alytain's face that seemed different to her. Maybe it was the fact she had spent so much time with Channing that she had almost forgotten what Alytain looked like.

She placed her hand on his bearded jawline, she smiled a little "What are you working on?" Hannah could feel Alytain's smile against her hand.

"Albums. Plenty of them. After you told me about the twins, I thought we could organise something. Something in their memory. Maybe even start a charity or something? All this time alone, it showed me what I really wanted. I want you. I want the kids. I want to grow our family. I just couldn't stop writing." He beamed with excitement before pulling away from her, he let hope filter through his walk as he stepped over to the chair at the mixing table. He picked up the notebook "Every book in this room, filled with everything over the past.." Alytain had felt like he had lost track of time.

"I want a divorce." Hannah wasn't sure where that sentence had come from.

Alytain stopped in his tracks, thoughts thrown out the window as he looked at his wife.

"Shit." Hannah breathed heavily "I've been lying to you, Alytain. I've been lying to you for too damn long, I can't lie to you anymore."

Alytain didn't understand.

"The twins." She wanted to hold her words back but failed to "Are alive."

Alytain tried to process what she had just said.

"They aren't yours."

Alytain could feel his heart shatter "That's okay, we can work something out. The press thinks we don't have the twins anymore. So,..we..Can.."

"Alytain, you aren't listening."

"Belle! You can't leave me!"

Hannah watched him thrown down his notebook.

"You can't leave me. I need you."

Hannah lowered her head before slowly looking up at Alytain "But I've been lying to you."

"And? I've lied to you. I've cheated. How many times did you stay when I partied my way around rehab?"

Hannah felt his words stab her heart "Alytain, I'm not Belle."

"Yes, you are. Your Belle Winchester. Your my wife. Belle, you can't leave me. Please. Don't do this."

Hannah knew this was going to hurt but she didn't believe it would hurt her this much.