This Isn't My Idea of Love

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Fight for This Love

Naya pursed her lips as she watched Viola get ready so that she could meet Lionel, she knew that the brunette was trying to protect herself with this separation but she wasn’t going to win Lionel if she allowed this to continue.

“So what are you going to do about you and Leo?” Naya asked as the brunette brushed her hair, she didn't want her friend to lose her husband to someone like Antonella; she knew what the other woman wanted and she wasn’t going to let Viola be a doormat anymore.

Viola had just turned twenty-nine weeks pregnant and it was now early May, the approach to her due date had made Viola start to focus on what she was going to do after her son was born and today she was meeting with Lionel to spend the day with him.

“I don’t know what you mean,” the brunette said as she looked at her friend, she knew that her friends wanted her to go back to Lionel but she wasn’t sure that she could with Antonella in the picture.

Naya frowned as she looked at the brunette as Heather walked into the room carrying Rachel; the blonde looked at her wife before handing her their daughter.

“You can’t let Antonella win Lala and by doing this, this separation then you are letting her win,” Naya snapped making Viola look down at her hands.

She knew that she was allowing Antonella to get what she want but she didn't want to be hurt when Lionel choose the other woman and her daughter over her and her son.

Viola shook her head as she turned back to the mirror and looked at herself; she was dressed in a maternity T-shirt in rose print and maternity skinny jeans in black acid wash paired with black leather studded flat sandals.

“Fight for him,” Naya said as she stood from her seat on the bed and walked towards Viola, she didn't want her friend to regret not fighting for Lionel when she had the chance; she wasn’t going to allow her friend to mess this up.

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Ignoring the paparazzi as they shouted to him with questions that he didn't want to answer and some that he didn't know the answer to; Lionel hurried into the café where he would be meeting Viola.

The footballer sighed relieved when he spotted his estranged wife sitting at a table, he quickly moved towards her knowing that the media were having a field day with the fact that the couple had arrived separately; they were already spreading lies about the two because they lived apart.

They had even gone as far as to blame his hamstring problems on the brunette; something that had occurred when he had played against Paris Saint-Germain.

“Viola,” Lionel greeted making his wife look up at him, he had worried about how she had been coping with the media glare that surrounded their separation.

It had been seven weeks since Viola had moved out of their home and the media were trying to find out why the brunette had done so; they hadn't missed the fact that Antonella was back on the scene and were looking for someone to blame for Lionel’s injury.

“Leo,” Viola said smiling at him softly, she licked her lips as she thought about what Naya had said to her; she knew that her friend was right about losing Lionel if she didn't act now.

The brunette set down her book as Lionel sat down in front of her; she tilted her head as she watched him curiously for a moment.

“How are you?” the brunette asked making Lionel look at her confused as he wondered why she had asked, he knew that his injury had been keeping him from matches lately but he hoped to be playing again soon.

“I’ve been good,” Lionel replied as he watched his wife, he hoped that she wasn’t about to hand him any divorce papers; he didn't know how he would cope if she asked him to end their marriage after seven months right now.

“How is he?” Lionel asked as he eyed her bump, he wanted to be involved in the pregnancy but was finding it difficult since they no longer living together and he barely saw her anymore.

“The midwife says everything is going well,” Viola said softly as she watched Lionel nod his head, she knew that if she wanted to save her marriage then she was going to have to make the first move and show Lionel that she wanted him.

“I’ve been thinking… and while I can’t move back into the old house, maybe you could move in with me,” Viola said making Lionel stare at her.

He could understand why she didn't want to return to their first martial home; it had been the house that he had shared with Antonella before he had married her.

However the footballer hadn't expected his wife to suggest that he move in with her; he had expected that she would more likely to end their marriage than to suggest this to him.

Viola shifted uncomfortably as Lionel stared at her, she knew that her words had surprised him; she had made no signs that this was coming; she licked her lips as she carefully collected her triple compartment shoulder bag with scarf.

“Sorry just forget that I said anything… I better be going,” Viola said after a few moments of silence, she felt her heartache when he didn't give her an answers straight away; she moved to stand before Lionel stopped her.

“You want me to move in?” Lionel said as he looked at his wife, the shock of her question finally wearing off as she stood before him; he licked his lips as he watched her for a moment as she bit her lip and nodded her head.

“I thought we could give things another try… but I was being silly, never mind I’ll just go,” Viola said as she looked at him, she started to make her way out of the café before Lionel stopped her again; he looked at her hopefully as he drew her close.

The footballer hadn't thought that he had heard her right when she had asked him to move in with her; however seeing her fluster at him not responding had made him realise that she was being serious.

“Yes, I’ll move in with you,” Lionel said as a smile filled his face, he was thrilled that she was finally allowing him back into her life.

Viola tilted her head as she watched him for a moment, it was clear that he had been waiting to hear those words since she had moved out of their home.

Lionel brushed some hair from her face as he smiled at her, he had hoped that she would come around and he knew that things were still very delicate between them; Viola smiled as she realised that they were going to get back together.

The brunette nudged her nose against Lionel’s, he furrowed his brow as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss; the footballer froze for a moment before he kissed Viola for the first time in several weeks.

Pulling apart, Lionel linked his fingers with the brunette’s; he wanted to get things settled before he did anything else.

“I thought we were having lunch?” Viola asked curious as he led her towards the door, she tilted her head confused as Lionel paused for a moment before he looked at her.

“We are... just back home,” he said before leading them out into the media storm that had gathered, it left no doubt in anyone’s mind that the couple were back together.