A/N: I really wanted to write something tonight, but nothing would come of it. Then, this happened. I don't usually go for drabbles, but after hours of writer's block, with my planned fic ideas, I'll take it. Haha. And I kind of like this. I'll warn you, it's a little anti-Wemma. I was surprised that I wrote it, actually. Because as much as I love all the Will, Emma, and Terri ships... Emma and Terri bashing drives me crazy. But, it happened. It's late, so I'll try and live with it. lol. I hope you guys like it, anyway! I'm leaving it as incomplete, for now, because I may add some more drabbles that relate to it. We'll see how it goes over! (:
It had been a long and difficult day. You and the kids had your every hope and dream unfairly ripped right out from under you. You'd find a way, though, because with that bunch of emotional teenagers, you had everything you needed.
Emma was a different story. Even a confession of love hadn't really gotten you anywhere. She would keep seeing her new boyfriend and you would keep making mistakes, as a newly single man. You knew she blamed you, for all of that, but after a fifteen year relationship, you really didn't have a clue what you were doing. It made you question if you really loved Emma, after all. Because even if you didn't know how to adjust to such a lifestyle, if you truly loved her, it would have been easier to transition everything you had before, with your wife, to her.
A sigh escapes your lips, cheeks puffing, as you open the door to your apartment. And there she is, sitting on your couch—your couch, alone. She doesn't live there, anymore, but you don't even bother to question why she still has a spare key. But she stands up, not moving but a fraction of an inch towards you, as you place your coat and briefcase on the table.
"You shouldn't be here, Terri," you say, moving into the living room, but keeping your distance. You would rather not know why she is here, so you don't ask.
She opens her mouth, a few times, before words manage to make their way out. "I thought about it, and what would I be saying if I just left quietly? I love you, Will, and I'm not ready to give up, yet."
A few hours ago, you had been willing to fight for Emma, and now, here was your ex-wife, willing to fight for you. You and Terri had been through hell and back. The troubles you encountered with Emma couldn't even compare. Perhaps you'd had your chance, with Emma. So why shouldn't you get a second chance, with Terri?
"We really screwed up, Terri." You move even closer to her.
"I know," she says, standing still.
You don't bother asking her if she thinks it's worth fixing—you already know the answer. You don't even bother asking yourself, because as you grab her face and press your lips against hers, you know only one thing for sure.
You are going to love this woman, until it kills you.