Who am I - London Grammar
What a Day - London Grammar
-- Justin's POV --
"Sophie, I'm sure they're fine!" I sooth Sophie as we head back to the house.
"I know, we just are coming back later than I thought. You know how Hadrien gets when were not around to put him to sleep." Sophie fidgets with her jewelry -- something she does when she is anxious. I squeeze her hand for a moment.
"It's going to be fine. Eliza is a good person." I remark.
Sophie bursts into laughter, "Oh, that's funny, Justin. That really is." She rolls her blue eyes.
"Okay, Sophie, you know what I mean...." I realize my mistake. I feel the heat rise up to my cheeks.
She imitates my voice, "The woman I'm sleeping with is a great person. Highest moral standards."
I don't even know how to respond. Everything she said is warranted. For hours it feels like we ride in silence. Then Sophie speaks up, "What made you do it? You never bothered to give me an answer." Her voice small and timid.
I open my mouth to speak, but I can't seem to come up with an answer that won't destroy Sophie. She turns to me and looks straight into my eyes, "Tell me, I'm a big girl. I can handle it."
I take a deep breath and gather my thoughts. What really made me do it? Why? I try to figure out myself, "I-I'm not sure exactly." I inhale as I gather my thoughts for round two, "After I took office, you have to admit, we fell apart. Our schedules pulling us apart, our relationship started to feel like a forced smile. When I met Eliza, there was a spark I hadn't in a very long time. It drew me in, and by the time I realized what was happening...I loved her." I confess. I didn't mean to spill that much, but it sort of came out all at once. I stare into the teary eyed Sophie.
"Sir, we're here." The driver says as we pull up to the house. For a second longer Sophie and I stare at each other. She is the first to get out of the car. I follow behind her. Before I open the door for her she stops me with her thin hand.
"I still love you, I'll always love you." Sophie removes her hand from mine, leaving my heart feeling heavy and sad. When we walk into the house it is silent except for the quiet volume of the TV. I see a figure emerge from the shadows. The lean figure of Eliza and the small body of Hadrien. I stop for a moment to catch my breath. She looks...natural. Hadrien curled up perfectly against her waist, and his head nuzzled in the crook of her neck. This is the prettiest she's ever looked. Her face bare, her toned stomach peeking out of the top. A light smile on her face. I take a deep breath.
"Hello?" I whisper quietly. I hear her light footsteps come forward. "I can take him from you." I suggest before my heart bursts from all the emotions I've felt in the span of 20 minutes.
"Justin, they're great. Every single one of them. I could've held Hadrien for hours!" She whispers lightly. I give her a sweet, telling smile. I hear the "click-clacking" of Sophie's heels behind me. The two of us are already far apart, but there's an unspoken tension between Eliza and I that tends to be very obvious, so I back off anyway.
Sophie smiles at Eliza, "Thank you so much, do we need to get a car for you?"
Eliza wraps her arms around the small amount of midriff showing, "Oh no, it's okay, I got an Uber a little while ago. Thank you, though. Have a nice night!" She says in a timid tone. Eliza quietly shuts the door behind her.
"See look they're alive." I joke as Sophie turns around and give me a "Don't push it" look. At the sound of my voice, Hadrian's head of blond curls shoots up.
"Papa!" His big, tired eyes light up. My heart melts.
"Hey, lil' guy. How was the night?" I ask as his head meets the crook of my neck. I begin walking to his room.
"Good." His tired little voice replies as I lay him down in his crib. My eyes linger on him for a moment before I kiss his forehead and leave the room.
"Love you, Hadrien." I say as I get to the door. When I get to the kitchen I see Sophie sitting at the table with a glass of wine.
I sit across from her...in silence.
"So, what do we do now?" Her tone is apathetic, emotionless, but at the same time pain is written on her face. I can't bring myself to look at her. This is the first time I've seen it really effect her.
"I don't know." I mumble.
"You better figure it out. You have three years left of this." Sophie takes a sip. "Nothing can stay hidden for that long." She stands up and pours the remains of her drink in the sink. "We can talk later, maybe. I'm going to bed. Can you get the kids in the morning?"
I nod, Sophie turns down the hall to our bedroom. "I'll sleep on the couch." I suggest. She doesn't protest, or look at me for that matter. I stare off into the distance thinking of all the ways this could end. After finding out that there really isn't a happy ending to this, I try to stop thinking about it.
To: Eliza
Will you text me when you get home?
I see three little dots pop up, and I await her response.
From: Eliza
Yes! How was the dinner tonight?
I begin typing.
To: Eliza
Productive, for once. :) Sophie was a little tense the entire time, but you understand why.
I turn down the brightness on my screen
From: Eliza
Yeah.... Next time just tell me Sophie isn't comfortable! I felt terrible putting her in that position. However, babysitting your kids was a joy!:)
I pray Eliza doesn't bring up the situation again, I really don't think I can deal with it again.
To: Eliza
I know, she's already told me.... I'm sorry I wasn't thinking at all -- for either of you guys' feelings. That's on me, okay?
I put my phone down and run my fingers through my hair. I loosen my tie and take off my jacket. Part of me hates that I did this. That I dragged myself into this mess, that I dared to ever get involved with Eliza. But there's a part of me that says it is all worth it, the feeling I got earlier - seeing her with Hadrien, proves that maybe it is worth it.
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HAPPY CANADA DAY! Y'ALL ARE DOING SO GOOD AND FOR 150...Y'ALL ARE LOOKIN GOOD! Also, above, that's my tattoo! I really like it!:) I'm already saving up for my next one lol. Also I have a couple question for my canadian fam, so do a lot of people really not like Justin Trudeau/Liberal Party right now? If so what are they doing that is making people so mad? I just figured they'd be happy considering the shit show we have down here. I'm not trying to start anything, I'm just wondering. Also, What are some good medical schools up in Canada? I plan on practicing in Canada, so I wanted to go ahead and start looking so I know what classes to take!:)
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FanfictionEliza Norwell, a intern for the Prime Minister's office, a 21 year old in college has a rough start to her internship by running late. Maybe running late was the best decision she could have ever made.
