What It Should've Been: Dempeo Crillian

Chapter 5 : jillick fight

"Hi T, how are you honey?" Patrick asked as he entered his living room, threw his keys on the wooden table and headed to the kitchen to grab a beer. He was relieved to see his wife wasn't there, he needed a few minutes before he could confront her.

This is totally something Derek would do, he thought, drown his trouble in beer

"Hmm, I'm fine" Talula answered vaguely, not paying any attention to her father but staring at the huge TV.

"What are you watching?" He planted a kiss on the top of her long blond hair and sat down next to her on the leather couch. Jill had bought it a few years back and refused to change it when he had complained about it taking up way more space then necessary. who needs such a big couch? he wondered.

"The VMAs. Dad, please dont talk, One Direction are coming on soon."

"Oh, well okay, if One Direction is more interesting than your awesome dad then ok"

"Ssshh OMG ITS THEM DAD!"

"Who's the curly haired one? He looks kinda like me"

"DAD OMG THATS HARRY BUT HAVE YOU SEEN NIALL HES GOT LILAC HAIR OMG DAD U DONT GET IT. ITS LILAC! HES SO CUTE WOW OMG I HAVE TO TEXT JAMIE SHE MUST BE FREAKING OUT. NIALL'S HER FAVORITE OMG"

Patrick finished his bottle of beer and stood up reluctantly. He knew he had to go see Jill now, or she would kill him.

"Do you know where your mom is?"

"Umm yeah she went upstairs like 20 minutes ago.. BUT OMG DID U SEE WHAT ZAYN JUST DID I CANT BREATHE THAT WAS SO CUTE !"

"Ok thanks, try to keep the volume down or you'll wake your brothers. Good night Tal, I love you"

"Good night dad, love you too"

He headed towards the stairs scared at what he would have to deal with. He definitely didn't wanna fight tonight. He was exhausted and needed to sleep.

"Oh and dad"

"Yeah?"

"Well, Mom seemed kinda weird when she came home earlier. I don't know if she was sad or mad but she didn't look completely ok.."

"Thanks Tal, I'll see what I can do" he said with a reassuring smile. He turned back to face the stairs and took a deep breath as he pushed the door to his bedroom open.

"Hi" he said awkwardly standing next to the door.

She looked up from her "Vogue" magazine and took off her glasses.

"Hi" she answered in a small voice.

She was lying on her side of the bed and he walked over to her. "Look, about earlier, I.."

"Its normal it's your job" she snapped , sounding a lot colder than she meant to

He gently took off his shoes, got into a pair of pj's and lay down next to her. Only then did he really look at Jill.

"Hey, are you ok?" He said as he realized from her puffy red eyes that she had been crying. He put his hand on her arm but she shook him off. "Are you serious? ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" She tossed the sheets to the side and quickly got out of bed and turned to face him "YOU'RE PRACTICALLY FUCKING YOUR COSTAR IN BETWEEN SHOTS OF COURSE IM FINE!"

Patrick stared at her in shock and came up with the worst answer he could've thought of.

"Jill it's nothing, it's really it's just Ellen we do that all the time, it's no biggie" he regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth and he bit his lip in shame.

"Oh" she snorted "Is that supposed to make me feel better? "I spend all my free time in a bath with Ellen" Oh well great, Patrick! I'm glad you have fun like that at work!"

"I didn't mean that, you know I didn't mean that. We're just friends! We just play that's all"

"Oh well that sounds innocent, "we just play" Patrick you're a fucking grown up, we've already been through this! I thought we were good on the Ellen subject!" She cried, hating him with every inch of her body.

"Oh so there's an Ellen subject now?" He asked, astounded at the stuff Jill came up with.

"Were you even there at the marriage counseling sessions or was that your goody "I'd never cheat on you" twin cuz if it was i'm asking for a divorce and I'm marrying him." She spat.

"Jill, don't say stupid thing like that and stop yelling you'll wake up the twins. And Tal is already worried enough about you as it is without you making a scene! Please" he asked with pleading eyes.

"I was so stupid, how could I have believed you. Of course you'd go back to sleeping with that whore"

Patrick instantly got up and started pacing the floor. "You do not get to call her a whore. You do not get to call my best friend a whore." he said sharply. "And you know perfectly well I never slept with her. Not 8 years ago and certainly not now. How can you accuse us of doing something like that?"

His wife looked away in disgust and slammed the door behind her. He quickly followed her and grabbed her by the arm.

"Where are you going?" He asked in a genuinely worried voice. They had always gotten past their fights. It wasn't always easy but they had always made up. Somehow. And never, in any of their fights had Jill walked out.

"It's none of your business" she answered, tears building up in her eyes. "It's none of your freaking business."