Cecelia shrugged into one of Jimmy's shirts the following morning as he continued to sleep soundly on the sofa bed. She pulled it onto her body and buttoned it up before grabbing her pencil skirt. She tugged it onto her body and fastened it up before grabbing her heels. She slipped them onto her feet and looked to Jimmy's desk. She picked up a pen and a piece of paper, scribbling on it quickly and telling him that she would be back soon and was only going to pick up coffee from the drive thru diner.

Closing the door softly, Cecelia adjusted her bag on her shoulder and wandered out through the salon, grateful that it didn't open till late on the weekend. As she came to her car, she unlocked it and jumped in. The drive down only took her five minutes and she clambered out of her vehicle and went inside instead of using the drive thru. She hardly trusted those things after last time she had just managed to get her car round. She didn't know if it was because of their tight roads or her bad driving.

"Cecelia, isn't it?"

She had barely gotten out of her car when she heard someone speak to her. She ran a hand through her hair, hoping it didn't look too mussed up as she saw two people looking on at her. The man wore a neatly coiffed suit, his white hair neatly brushed back on his head. The other was a kindly looking woman, her body covered in a smart blue dress. Her hair was soft and hung gently down to her shoulders. She was smiling while the man looked rather stern.

"Yeah, it is," Cecelia said. "Sorry, do I know you?"

"Oh…yes," the woman said with a soft laugh. "I'm Rebecca. We met a long time ago at one of my concerts."

"You play the violin, right?" Cecelia asked, pointing to her gently for a second.

"Yes," she beamed and then Cecelia realised who she must be talking to.

"I am so sorry," Cecelia said. "I should have known. Of course, you're Jimmy's brother and sister in law. I am so sorry, I didn't mean to come across as rude."

Rebecca smiled widely and nodded her head once. She held onto her coffee cup in her hand while Chuck remained stood tall, one of his hands holding onto his coffee. It took a moment before Cecelia looked between them and wondered what they knew about her and Jimmy. Of course, she doubted they would know about what had transpired between her and Jimmy last night.

"It is perfectly alright," Rebecca said. "I just thought that it would be rude not to say hello."

"No…yes…of course…that's fine," Cecelia blabbered on before taking a deep breath and looking between them. "I know that Jimmy might have told you some things about us-"

"-You would do well to stay away from Jimmy," Chuck informed her, interrupting her from speaking as Cecelia looked slightly perplexed and Rebecca looked angry. "He has had his heart broken too many times and he does not need it done again. Besides, he is Jimmy. How long do you think it will be before he does something to anger you and make you leave him?"

"Excuse me?" Cecelia asked, wondering if this conversation could be happening. "Jimmy and I are fine."

"I can tell by the way you're wearing his shirt and have forgotten your bra."

"Chuck," Rebecca snapped and Cecelia almost felt slightly conscious, wondering if it was that obvious that she hadn't bothered with her bra as she folded her arms over herself.

"Jimmy is prone to making mistakes," Chuck continued. "He has tried to turn his life around, but he now lives in the back of a salon. He takes shortcuts. He gets things wrong. All of his career choices say that alongside his relationship choices. He will either mess this up or he will do something to make you leave."

"Chuck," Rebecca hissed.

"I am thinking of Jimmy," Chuck said. "You have already broken his heart. If you fix it and he falls for you more than he already has then it will just end up broken again."

"Jimmy is old enough to make his own decisions in life," Cecelia snapped back. "I never meant to hurt him and I have no intention of hurting him again. We are fine…and…what you said about him…yes, Jimmy might have a past. He might have a record. He might have done things he regrets, but he is not the person you think he is."

"Do you think that you know Jimmy?" Chuck asked from her, sipping on his drink. "No one knows Jimmy better than I do."

"Perhaps so," Cecelia said, "but I am not leaving Jimmy alone. I am not staying away from him out of fear of one of us getting hurt. I did that before and it didn't work out for us. If we are happy as we are then why is that not enough?"

Chuck shrugged. "Because I know Jimmy."

"I think that is enough," Rebecca said with a shake of her head. "Cecelia, it was lovely to meet you."

"Likewise," Cecelia said, managing a smile for Rebecca before looking to Chuck. "Jimmy loves you. He adores you. He would be crushed if he knew what you have just said."

She didn't give Chuck a chance to respond. Instead she spun on her heel and walked away and into the coffee shop, her eyes wide and wet as she wondered what Jimmy would say if he knew what had just happened. She could just imagine his face and that was enough to make her keep quiet.

…

Returning to the salon, she saw Jimmy was already sat up on the sofa bed with his notebook in his lap. He was making notes, no doubt on a case he had picked up from court. Cecelia closed the door and slipped her heels from her feet as she locked it and glanced to Jimmy.

"Working on a weekend?" she asked of him.

"The law never sleeps," he informed her.

She rolled her eyes. "What a cliché," she responded. "Anyway, I have a variety of pastries, plus coffee and maybe I added in a couple of donuts."

Jimmy moved from the bed, placing his notebook and pen down before he picked up a coffee and Cecelia moved to perch on the edge of the desk, picking up another coffee and then opening the bag of pastries. She pulled one out and Jimmy leant across the desk, picking up his own donut and taking a bite from it.

"Is this what dating you is going to be like every morning?" Jimmy asked from her. "This donut is divine."

"Probably not," Cecelia said as he took another bite. "Some mornings I might want morning sex instead."

She heard him almost choke on his donut as soon as she said it and she laughed softly.

"Of course, if that donut is better then I could always reconsider," she responded.

"I can compromise," he said to her.

"Good to know," Cecelia said to him, putting her coffee back down and dropping the rest of her pastry into the bag. She moved off the desk and stood in front of Jimmy, stretching on her toes and kissing him slowly as he placed his own food and drink down. He moved his hands to her hips, tugging her shirt from her skirt before he pulled back and noticed what she was wearing.

"That's my shirt," he said to her.

"It is," she agreed.

"So you're going out in my things now?" he asked from her and she shrugged.

"Only your shirt," she said to him. "The skirt is mine…plus I might not have bothered with underwear."

"Really?" he asked back to her and she kissed him.

He pulled back after a second and turned her around so her back was pressed against his front as she laughed softly, trapped between him and the desk as she turned her head over her shoulder to look back to him.

"What are you doing?" she asked of him as she felt his hands tugging at the bottom of her skirt, pushing it up her thighs as his fingers trailed along her skin.

"Examining the situation," he answered nonchalantly as she laughed loudly and revelled in the moment.

…

Jimmy kept hold of Cecelia's hand as they walked through the supermarket. His free hand held onto the shopping basket as Cecelia picked things up and threw them into it. She had told Jimmy that they were going to spend the night at her place where there was a stove and a microwave, alongside a fridge that actually chilled her wine.

Spinning on her heel, she walked backwards down the aisle as she kept hold of his hand as their arms stretched between them and she looked to him.

"Should we get dessert?" she wondered from him.

"You mean food?" he asked and Cecelia rolled her eyes.

"Get your mind clean," she urged from him, spinning back so that she was walking by his side and they turned down the freezer aisle. "I'm serious. Do we need dessert or will the lasagne be filling enough?"

"You can always save the dessert for later?" Jimmy said.

"Fair point," Cecelia said. "Anyway, I was thinking that we should go out tomorrow instead of just sitting around the apartment."

"What were you thinking?" Jimmy asked from her.

"Movies…restaurant…something like that," she said to him.

"Sounds good," Jimmy responded, wondering if this was how normal people dated. He hadn't done it before. His ex-wife hadn't exactly been normal, just like him. But things with Cecelia were different. Well, they certainly felt different anyway.

…

Cecelia had no idea how she found herself in this position. She was determined that they spend at least one normal day together, but somehow she had agreed to go with Jimmy for coffee to meet Rebecca. She mentioned that she had seen Rebecca the previous day with Chuck. Jimmy wondered why she hadn't mentioned it until that evening, but he didn't dwell on it.

As they entered the coffee shop, Jimmy kept hold of Cecelia's hand and led her to a booth. Rebecca was already sat down with a coffee and she had two more cups in front of her for Jimmy and Cecelia. Sliding into the booth first, Cecelia managed a soft smile for Rebecca as Jimmy slid in next to her, his arm going over the back of the seat.

"Hi Rebecca," Jimmy said. "What's up?"

Rebecca let out a deep breath. "I take it that he hasn't told you?" she asked of him.

"Chuck?" Jimmy guessed.

"Yes," Rebecca said. "I suspected he might not have and that is why I wanted to come here and tell you myself. I am fond of you, Jimmy. We have known each other a while now and I didn't want to go without saying goodbye. Besides, after what happened yesterday I felt as though I should apologise for him."

Jimmy's brows furrowed as he noted Cecelia look down for a moment and chew on her bottom lip.

"What happened yesterday?" Jimmy wondered from the two women.

"Nothing," Cecelia said with haste, shaking her head back and forth as Rebecca looked to her. "Your brother just seemed off with me. I think it was because I might have…well…said that I didn't want a relationship with you."

"Just ignore Chuck," Jimmy shrugged and Rebecca was about to correct her, but she said nothing, choosing to keep silent and wonder why Cecelia had kept that hidden. "But what is going on, Rebecca?"

"I've…we…Jimmy, it has been like this for a while. We argue constantly and Chuck just…things just aren't good between us," Rebecca admitted. "I'm going away for a while. I think we need some time apart from each other."

"What?" Jimmy snapped back. "But you guys seemed so happy."

Rebecca let her lips quirk for a moment. "Things can seem anything, Jimmy," she told him. "But we haven't been the same for a long time. I just need sometime apart from him."

"Do you think you can work it out?" Jimmy continued to wonder. "And why did Chuck not tell me this?"

"I don't know is the answer to both of those," Rebecca said and slurped on her coffee. "You will have to talk to Chuck, but I need to go, Jimmy. I'm going to stay with a friend for a little while in NY. I have a flight booked for three hours from now. I need to get to the airport."

"Of course," Jimmy said to her. "Just…stay in touch, alright? I hope things work out."

Rebecca smiled and nodded, slipping from the booth and grabbing her bag. She looked down to him and chewed down on her lip for a second.

"Thanks, Jimmy," she said. "You're…you're a good guy, alright. And I hope that you two can be very happy, whatever happens. You look good together."

"Thanks, Rebecca," Jimmy said and watched her leave, knowing that he would have to go and see his brother sooner rather than later.

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A/N: Do let me know what you think!