-Shall I start?
The man in front of her and Timothée, who sat in a chair next to her as well, nodded:
-Okay, um... -y/n sighed, looking at the paper in front of her.- What I love about Timothée is that he's always doing something new. He wakes up on Sunday morning and the first thing in his mind is: What should we do today? Let's watch some DIY's about whatever and try them... Even if he fails, he always keeps his smile and tries his best to improve things, even if it's a failed attempt of a DIY. -she laughed softly.- What I love about him is that he's passionate about the things he loves. He's also great with kids and he always makes me... used to make me smile when I was sad and... -she sniffled.- I'm sorry, erm... He always knows the right thing to do when it comes to household things. Broken sink? Don't worry, he'll probably fix it or have someone's phone number that can help us. He likes our neighbors, which is weird but amazing because sometimes they are annoying, but he's always helping them and inviting them for lunch. He's very close to his family and he's always made me feel part of them, which is nice. -y/n looked at him.- That's all.
y/n sighed, folding the paper and putting it in her pocket:
-Yout turn, Timothée.
-Yeah. -He looked at the paper in front of him and coughed.- What I love about y/n is that she always wakes me up with breakfast ready and she's always so proud of her cooking. She should be, she makes the best cakes out there. She's also listens to everything a person had to say and makes them feel comfortable even if they are telling a story that may not interest her. She cries a lot when we are reading together or we are watching movies because she's passionate, emotional and empathetic. She swears a lot but tries to stop it in the cutest way possible, covering her mouth and muttering a little sorry. She's the best teacher out there, she spends nights working on resources to make her kids learn and play at the same time because she feels that they should be having fun at school. I love that she hangs out with my mum when I'm working or my dad is travelling so my mom can feel loved by people. She has a lot of clothes and sometimes when I walk into our closet they are clothes all over the floor but when she comes in and asks me if I like her outfit with that big smile, I don't care at all about the clothes because she's still the prettiest girl I've ever seen.
y/n sniffled and looked at the mediator in front of her. They have been going to couple therapy for a few weeks now. Their marriage was going through a rough path:
-That was good. I'm glad you have decided to participate and express your feelings in front of the other. That's a good exercise to do at home, if you are willing to work on your problems, of course.
***
y/n closed the door behind her and saw Timothée walk into the living room. She sighed and entered it as well. Everytime she saw Timothée pillow and blanket there her heart stopped:
-Hey, I was wondering if you'd like to sleep on the bed tonight? I know our sofa isn't that comfy...
-And where are you going to sleep?
-In the sofa.
-You just said it isn't comfy.
-I know but I don't think is fair that I always take the bed, so...
-Whatever you like, y/n. I don't mind sleeping on the sofa.
y/n was about to leave the room but she looked at him:
-Did you mean everything you said today?
He took off his coat:
-What?
-Did you mean it?
-Of course I did, why would I lie? Did you mean it?
-I just... -she cried.- I'm sorry.
-y/n...
-Sorry, I just... I'm not feeling well. Good night.
-y/n.
She entered the bedroom and closed the door. She took her clothes off and put her pyjamas on, getting into bed.
Timothée on the other side, was still in the living room, wondering what he could do. He didn't want to lose everything he had in his life only because they've been going through difficult times. He truly loved her and he knew that the feelings were mutual. He took off his shoes and sighed, looking at the ceiling. For a few minutes, he closed his eyes, thinking about what he was about to do and the possibilities there could be to the thing he was about to do.
He stood up and walked to the bedroom, knocking softly and opening the door:
-Are you awake?
-Yes...
Timothée sat on the bed net to her and she turned around:
-You forgot to take your makeup off.
-Shit. -she closed his mouth.- Sorry.
-Do you want me to take it off for you?
y/n nodded and Timothée walked into their shared bathroom, taking some makeup remover pads and walked into the bedroom again. y/n was now sitting, back in the headboard, sheets covering her body. Timothée sat again and pressed the pads softly into her skin, moving them in circles to take the remaining makeup off her face and eyes:
-I'm done.
-Thank you.
-I want us to talk. -y/n looked at him, her eyes and nose red.- y/n I want this to work. We are the dream team, you and me. And I mean everything I said and more. I love you even more and this won't make me fall out of love with you. I can't imagine not being with you my love. I promise you that. Even since I met you I dreamt of marrying you and let me tell you that I will never feel something similar with another person. -Timothée placed his right hand on top of hers and his free hand on her wet cheek, scared that she would push him away but she didn't.- I love you. I'm willing to go to therapy a thousand times if that meant that we are going to be together forever and that we are going to be okay at the end. I understand this last few weeks maybe you don't love me as much as before.
-I love you.
-What?
-I love you. I love you so much, I don't think you understand.
Timothée kissed her hand, looking directly into her eyes:
-The fact that you think I don't love you as much as before, God, are you stupid? -she giggled, making Timothée smile.- I love you and I want to make this right and I mean everything I said on that letter. Listen, I... I'm sorry if I've hurt you.
-You could never hurt me.
-Don't lie... I've done things that are wrong as well, like leaving you on the sofa and not helping you when you also needed help. I know it's not easy for you to express how you feel and... -Timothée opened his mouth but she placed a hand on it, giggling.- Let me finish. I want us to go to therapy, we need help to recover from this but I want us to make changes around the house and help each other. Will you sleep with me tonight?
Timothée smiled:
-Of course I'll sleep with you tonight. And I'll even cuddle you if you let me.
She smiled, hugging him, finally feeling his skin against hers for what it felt like forever:
-Can I kiss you?
-Of course you can, silly.
Everything was going to be okay.
