London lashes

Gavin

                         When I heard him call me papa, I wanted to kiss Hillary. We have so many differences and we fight and don't get along easily, but she let him know me. When we started talking, he wouldn't stop, he had so many things to tell me and I so desperately wanted to hear them, hear every single marvelous word he uttered. "Papa, do you like football?" He asked excitedly smiling, even with his tired head resting on my shoulder "I adore it" "I love playing it" "when we get back to England we can play together" "papa I live in America" oh... Bloody hell, Hillary's going to kill me "your mama and you are staying in London for a while with me" "ok" he yawned wrapping his arms around my neck. He looked so much like her, the smile, his personality, although much cheerier than her outer exterior now a days...
"Evan, I'm going to go talk to mama, why don't you talk to uncle Isaac" he nodded smiling as I passed him off and went to find Hillary. She was looking over the edge of the fencing at the valley town below "what do you think about him?" She asked before I even reached her "he's perfect, and wonderful... And from the moment I saw him, I loved him... It's odd to say but..." "The first time I saw him and his little baby hands grabbed my finger, I fell in love" "I would of been there in a heart beat you know" "yes I do know..." "I can't even imagine what you went through..." "I wouldn't recommend it to anyone, if they had the choice" "Hillary, I wish..." "I don't care about your wishes... And the only reason I'm being civil towards you is the fact that we have to live together, and now our son is in the picture and he is not getting hurt... Ever... Do you understand me?" Her words were meant to be threatening, but I was mesmerized by sparkle in her eyes, the way her hair shinned in the light, and her perfect lips that I once wished to forget. "Gavin, do you understand?" The anger in her voice contradicted the smile in her eyes "of course darling" "I'm not your darling" "naturally" she rolled her eyes at my awkward word choices, and walked away.
"I'm in love with you" her face showed shock, and that scared me "really... I thought you just tolerated me" she seemed amused and this was suddenly turning into one of our worst dates, and we've had some pretty bad dates... "No, it was more than toleration" "well I'd say so, if you love me... Are you sure" "well I was.." "Gavin... We need to talk" oh god, she's breaking up with me "about?" Try not to panic "well... I think that if we are to continue this relationship, you ought to know..." She looked away dramatically "that I was joking... And you should seriously brush up on your sarcasm... Because I love you too" I burst into a smile but she remained serious "Gavin this will turn into a travesty, if we don't work on your sarcasm skills, because I'm afraid they will be detrimental to my health" I started laughing and she cracked a smile "this is exactly why I love you Hillary"
Where did that woman go? Somewhere in between us breaking up after graduation, and the 7 years she studied culinary arts... She turned sour... Maybe it was the lack of love, or our parting words... Or the constant stress and ridicule that one receives as a chef. I have hope that maybe the same Hillary I first fell in love with is still there... It's just finding her that will be the challenge, but I'm determined... No matter how much flirting, seducing, and trickery I must use, I will break that shell and release her into the world.
"I think the little family should drive back together, as a little bonding" Bebe suggested and Hillary looked ready to strangle "I want to go with papa" Evan spoke up and you can't say no to his face, so that's how we ended up arguing over directions on which was a faster route to get home. "Look how peaceful he is" I smiled at the sleeping Evan "Gavin what are we going to do?" "About?" "Evan, living together, his school, our lives... I mean what if one of us decides that we want to remarry..." "That won't happen for me" I replied rather quickly and she looked at me for a minute "Gavin I'm sorry if I hurt you that much that you don't feel that you can remarry... I never meant for that to happen..." "That's not why, but thank you for your apology" "so why" "because... Well it doesn't really matter, I've just decided that marriage isn't for me" "please tell me, that your not going to sleep around... it would be a bad example" I scoffed at her, the audacity of her kills me, it feels as though she is repeatedly stabbing me in the back and all I can do is laugh at the absurdity of it all.