It must be true; we're falling in love
They got off the elevator and into Allison and Chris's apartment where Allison changed her sleeping son into his pajamas and put him to bed.
Remy walked to the door, but Allison stopped her, "You're not leaving already are you?"
"Well… I mean…" She gestured to Chris's door.
"Oh, I see… I'm good enough to pretend to be your girlfriend, but not good enough to actually spend the evening alone with." She crossed her arms and grinned.
Remy swallowed, "No!" She rushed, "No…" She put her hand to the back of her neck and looked around, "That's… No. That's not what it's like."
Allison cocked her head, "Then what's it like?" She asked softly after walking over to Remy and getting in her personal bubble.
"It's… You know… And… You know?" She looked at Allison desperately, "And you got a kid… And there's two husbands alive… And the one dead… And… I… I… I can't… I wish…" She turned away and paced frustrated, and with a determined sigh, she turned back to the blonde, "I'm gonna go back to my place."
Allison cocked her head to the side, "I wish you wouldn't." She swallowed the lump in her throat that formed as Remy tried so very hard to tell her what she was feeling.
"But…"
"Listen." Allison took Remy's face in her hands, "You are not alone. I made that choice a long time ago. This is a decision we make together. Nothing is going to happen unless we both decide for it to happen. But, I won't lie to you; I'm falling for you, Remy Beauregard Hadley. Chris already has. He asks me when we're going to get married. If I had known six years ago that I was going to feel like this, then I never would have left Princeton…" She knit her brows in thought for a moment, "Of course I wouldn't have Chris, and that makes me very, very sad because he is the only thing in my life that I've done right, but if I had known how this would feel…" she gestured between them, "I wouldn't have let you out of my sight."
"You would have stayed through all of it?" Remy asked.
She knew she was rather vague, but she also knew that Allison, her best and only friend of the last six months—possibly ever would know what she was talking about: The test, the storming out of control, the loss of appreciation for life, the realization and want of life, the trying to gain control back etc.
Allison smiled, tears in her eyes, "Yeah."
Remy shook her head; she took Allison's hands from her face and held onto them as she brought them to her sternum, "I don't want to put you through what you've had to live through once… I don't—" She looked to Chris's door once more, "I can't do that to him."
"Didn't you tell Foreman that you wanted kids?"
"That was six years ago, that was long before six months ago when a kid entered my life…"
They had a staring contest, and dropped their arms but kept them clasped before Allison started speaking, "Nothing has to happen tonight, but I'd like it if you stayed…"
Remy looked at the blonde and nodded, "Okay."
"Okay?"
Remy nodded again in confirmation and they walked to the couch. Then, like two emotionally stunted women would do, Allison reached for the remote and gave it to Remy before she went to the DVD cabinet to pick out a movie. They settled on Hocus Pocus because it was the only Halloween or scary movie of any kind Allison owned.
Then, after watching the classic, Allison stood and offered Remy her hand before walking back to her bedroom. Remy curled behind the blonde as if holding on for dear life, but, in the morning, when they heard the excited pitter-patter of the toddler coming to wake his mother up, they found that the rolls had been switched and Allison was the one holding onto Remy.