Back To You

Part 7

Warnings - amnesia, crying child, self-doubt, mentions of sex, divorced couple

Fucking Timothée had not helped in the least. In fact, it had made everything worse. I thought about him constantly. He was pretty much on my mind 24/7.

This couldn't be happening. What sort of idiot fell for their ex husband? Plus he was incredibly famous now. He'd dated fucking Lily Rose Depp for God's sake. I didn't have a chance in the world. It would be an idiotic decision anyway, a step backward.

It happened all at once, while I was preparing Julian for bed with Timothée. A howl sounded from the bathroom. We rushed in to see Julian full on weeping.

"You're liars," he sobbed.

"What?" I asked.

"You're divorced," he wailed.

"Baby," I said cautiously.

"Why were you lying to me?" He sniffled.

"Because the doctor said it would be best," Timothée explained.

"Is it because of me? Was I too bad," he asked. Tears still coursed down his face.

"Angel, no, never," I said.

"Daddy just had some issues," Timothée said, picking him up.

"I don't like this!" He sobbed. "I want to be a family again." His words broke my heart.

"That's good kiddo," Timothée smiled, because me and mommy are actually talking about doing that." I whipped my head to him, what in the world was he talking about.

"You are?" He sniffed.

"Yes," he nodded.

"Pinky promise?" Julian asked. Timothée linked pinkies with him and promised. I was flabbergasted.

"Do you think you can go to bed?" He asked.

"Yeah," he nodded, a small smile on his face. I was hurrying Timmy out of the room as fast as possible.

"Why would you say such a despicable lie to him," I demanded.

"I didn't lie," he said earnestly.

"Yes you did, you said we were talking about getting back together," I told him.

"Fine, I didn't lie on my end then," he said.

"What the Hell does that mean?" I asked in exasperation.

"I love you, y/n, I never stopped loving you," he said plainly, as if he hadn't just rocked my entire world.

"You, what?" I panted because he'd stolen all the air from my lungs.

"Just hear me out okay?" He asked. I nodded, that wouldn't be hard, I could barely speak as it was.

"I was a stupid, asshole, who didn't know what he had until it was gone. If I could turn back time I would pick you over my career every time. I was such a big dreamer, I didn't see what was right in front of me!"

It felt like the world had stopped spinning. It was just us, under a huge spotlight. This felt like a dream, and I couldn't yet tell if it was a fantasy or a nightmare.

"I never stopped loving you, I know you stopped loving me, and that's okay, but nothing changed for me. Y/N, I've spent nights I'm supposed to be out at big parties in a hotel room, crying so hard I can't catch my breath, over old pictures of us."

"You, you didn't delete them all?" I asked in a small voice.

"No, I have every single one," he said, eyes radiating honesty.

"You have to believe me. When I told you, you have my favorite body type, I was being 100% honest with you. You have my favorite everything. You're my standard, and I got to be honest, no one I've met has lived up to it. When I asked you if you missed us, I asked because I miss us, with absolutely every fiber of my being. I've enjoyed this time with you, more than I've enjoyed any of the movies I've worked on. When interviewers ask me who I wish I could meet, all I can think is I wish I could see you. Seeing you is better than seeing any celebrity or director. I am willing to give all this up, I will get a nine to five at a grocery store if that makes you happy. But what I'm not willing to give up is any shot I have with you. I am helplessly in love with you, and I really, really, want to be a family again."

I placed a hand on my heart. I still couldn't breathe properly. This couldn't be real. Surely, this was a dream. He was saying everything I wanted to hear. But getting back with him would be stupid, and a set up for disaster. Wouldn't it?

"What do you say?" He asked.