Ok. Its me again. With my awful writing. But yeah, we established that one ages ago.

THIS IS A FILL IN CHAPTER. I kind of wanted to change the emotion in this but I could just do it from the negative I came from, so I slowly had to twist it. Here is the result... Its shorter because of this. And it is rather long-winded and wishy washy so I do apologise :/

Once again, sorry for any errors, I have tried my best to get rid of them!

Hope this isn't too dull to read...


He looked at her with pleading eyes, a single tear slipping down his cheek as he looked deeply into her beautiful green eyes for eternity.

"I will tell you that I love you, ask you to marry me, buy a house and move in together, everything, before you can do that…"

Shock. It was plastered across her face at what she had just heard.

"Oh right Jonny. So that's the game you want to play. Hurt me and scar me and make out like you care just so that you can have both your children. I have already told you, you can have them. Take them. Take them from me now. I won't fight you. I thought you would have realised that. Or are you really as stupid as you look? As stupid as seem? Are you really that dumb, to not realise what not wanting to hold the children, not listening to their cry means?"

Every word was chosen carefully by Jac. Daggers. Daggers to pierce his heart and soul in the hope he would leave her alone. Take his children and go. For she wanted an easy life. A solitary life. For she had always found it easier that way. But he changed all of this and it frightened her to the core.

She remembered him saying that to her once. He wanted an easy life. But she wanted an even easier one. No attachments or responsibilities. No commitments or ties. She simply wanted her simple life. And her successful job. She didn't want this. She couldn't do this. Or at least that's how she felt in that moment of time. Her emotions and thoughts never did run constant and straight. They changed their mind more often than a heart beat.

But she wasn't going to let him know how scared and weak she felt. How she had been feeling since the day she met him and he stole her heart. Stole her soul. Stole her everything. Everything that she had been, what she was then and would be in the days, weeks, months and years yet to come.

She continued, again talking with such portrayed authority, even though she was simply playing a confidence trick. "Don't patronise me with your half-hearted comments that you constantly use to make me feel nothing but guilt. Did no-one tell you not to say things that you don't mean? To think before you speak? That you can't take back what you say when you have said it?" Jac spoke with a seemingly sarcastic voice that did however have vile and sharp undertones laced throughout.

"No Jac. That's you." Jonny was serious, although there was a tone in his voice that he found he words rather humorous and ironic.

"You're the one who doesn't think before they speak. You're the one who seemingly doesn't care about hurting people with your vile words. You're the one who doesn't want to be seen to love. You're the one who likes to scar and hurt, to patronise and guilt-trip." Jonny was angry. No angry was an understatement.

Yet still he was playing the long-game. Speaking with definition and dominance but treading carefully as he went. He knew what he wanted. He thought he knew how to get it. He just had to play Jac's game. Twist her words, like she twisted his. Try to be dominant, like she had to be. Win her heart, like she wanted to him to.

And now he was sure that was what he wanted. To take her in his arms. Hold her there forever. Never let her go. Though only a matter of minutes before he had been adamant to himself that when she left her children to cry, he loved her no more. He could not love that, he thought. How dumb he had been. And he did not know what had really changed. From the hate he felt in that moment; to the love he felt now. He could not be sure, so he just had to assume that the hate was never there. So nothing had changed. It was hate induced by shock. But that did not matter anymore. He knew how he felt, how he wanted to feel, and he knew he could trust this; for he had felt it for long enough.

Jac opened her mouth to speak but all that came was a squeak. It was small and fragile. Quieter than a mouse. Like he was slowly wearing her down. So Jonny undercut her, determined to take this advantage he had just been granted.

"Jac. You will listen to me. I am not going to ask you to listen, I am just saying that you will. Because you will want to hear what I have to say. And I might lecture you and this might be long, but as you sit there with you two darling babies, our two miracle children, you need to hear this. I mean every word that I say. I am not drunk, on drugs, on cloud nine or mentally insane." He thought for a moment before he face turned into a smile. "Well, maybe I am slightly insane if I am going to say all this, but I mean it. I mean deeply in my heart of hearts every word that I will speak. Even that!" He gave her a wink to which she replied with a small, innocent smile. The one he loved to see on her face. The one that looked perfect on her.

"Do you understand Jacqueline Naylor?" He felt formalities may help his case in that he was being serious. After all, full names were only ever used for serious, formal situations.

"Jonathon Maconie… You told me not to speak. You told me to listen. I am beginning to question if you understand your own words. And if you even know my name is Jac. You idiot…"

And with this sarcastic banter, this flirtatious remark, Jonny began…


Ok. There you go. If you are reading this, you survived that waffle. Well done. You deserve a medal and sweetie!

Review please. I honestly don't know if anyone wants me to continue this... It isn't great so I don't want to just write endless rubbish for nothing...

Thanks

Hayley x