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Wilson walked Cecilia across the hall and to her front door. She leaned against the painted white wood and stared lovingly into his eyes, just as she had been doing for the entire night that she been with him. They'd been spending so much time together lately that it was weird to say goodbye and have him not be there with her.
He stared back at her with those same puppy dog eyes and reached out to rub his hand lightly over her cheek. She smiled as he did so. It made him feel so good to see her smile. Cecilia always seemed to be angry or depressed over something, especially lately. She'd gotten better since she moved into the apartment, but something still wasn't quite right with her.
At the moment, though, she was perfectly content. Her daughter was fast asleep inside and Wilson was standing in front of her. What more could she ask out of life? In a brazen but much thought out move, she stepped up onto her tiptoes and leaned in to kiss his pouty, model type lips. His tongue entered her mouth hers went into his, probing his orifice like there would be some prize involved.
When they finally pulled away, Wilson looked into her eyes for a second. The vulnerability that she often had was gone; she appeared to have it all together. He hugged Cecilia tightly to make sure that she knew how much he cared about her and her wellbeing. Much to Wilson's knowledge, she got the message. After patting him on the back, she released him and kissed his cheek.
With a smile on her face that was much more genuine than her hair color, Cecilia went into her apartment alone at midnight. She'd been over at Wilson's since 6:00, a little after he came home from work that Friday night. She'd only left once- to put Juliet to down and to grab the baby monitor to be able to hear her resting daughter while spending some quality adult time without her.
Cecilia put the baby monitor down on her kitchen counter and went into the bedroom to check on Juliet in her crib. She was still sleeping like a little angel. With that taken care of, she went back into the kitchen to get a drink of water before getting into bed herself for the night. Before she got to the drink however, the blinking red light of the answering machine caught her eye. She hadn't left a very resident specific greeting message on the tape- maybe they were wrong numbers. She turned the volume down as to not wake her sleeping child and hit the play button.
"Cecilia, this is your mother again. Just calling to check in on you, but either you aren't answering or you aren't home. I really wish you'd talk to me. Your father and I are so worried about you. But since I don't think you are going to talk to us, ever probably, I'll just have a conversation with your machine until I get cut off. Everything here is fine, still the same as always. That Martin kid you used to date, he moved to Chicago the other day. Simon's still gone, too." Chills ran through Cecilia's body at the mention of his name. "Your father talked to him the other day. You know he drove an entire hour just to talk to find out how you were doing? Your father said that he was really depressed and kind of acting crazy. But of course Dad couldn't tell him anything since you haven't spoken to us in eight months, so his visit was for practically nothing." Her mother sighed heavily into the phone. "Well, that's it. I think I'm finished. We love you and we hope that you are well. Bye sweetie."
Cecilia's machine beeped at her and the tape ended. She put her head in her hands and sighed heavily; she should have expected this. He was asking about her. She laughed sadly to herself as she stood. It was ironic how when she asked about him, he wanted nothing to do with her, and now it was the reverse. Cecilia went into her drawer next to the silverware and pulled out two envelopes- one was from when she had first started to date Wilson and the other from just a week ago.
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Cecilia,
Just writing to check up on you. I wanted to call you, but I figured it would be too weird to have a conversation after everything we have been through. A letter seemed much more appropriate to me.
Anyway, I doubt you'll get much farther than this if I do not apologize to you. I'm sorry. From the bottom of my heart I apologize to you honey. I love you, you know that. I'm sorry that I freaked out over your news and that my recklessness got you shipped out of GlenOak. But, in my own defense, I didn't do this alone.
I'm sure you're a busy girl now so I'll make this short and sweet and end it now. Be brave and please don't be afraid to call me- the number is still the same.
You're still my golden ray of sunshine,
Simon
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Cecilia scoffed. Sunshine. He always used to say that to her in reference to her pretty blond locks. That was why the night before she moved out to Buffalo she dyed her light tresses a deep shade of chocolate brown. Simon never saw her off and never saw her new hair. She didn't just do it to spite him, though. All of the sunshine was gone from her life and she didn't want to be the one to provide it for anyone else. That Cecilia was long over with. At least she didn't regret doing that. She liked the color and the new attitude she had embraced. They were both more her than she had ever been in her entire eighteen years of existence.
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With a deep breathe, she moved onto the second and last letter.
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Cecilia,
It's exactly ten months today since we had sex so I'm sure you've had the baby by now. Thanks for telling me- I really appreciate it. I know this has to be a lot for you, but the least you could have done was phoned me and said our baby was born.
I'm anxious to see it, and you. I bet we have a beautiful baby girl or a wonderful baby boy now. Maybe now that you've had the baby you can come home. I could see you and take care of the kid when I'm on break from school. That sounds like a great plan, don't you think? Well, I do. That's the best thing I have come up with regarding you in months.
I miss you so much. Your kisses, you lips, your cute little butt. Everything about you was so perfect. That's what I love about you.
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Cecilia had had enough. She folded up the paper and put it back into its envelope. This was ridiculous. Simon was such a…guy. So unlike Wilson it was astounding. Wilson was a real man, a gentleman, mature. Simon…well, Simon was an immature kid from a small town with no life experience who didn't care as much about her as he said he did. In short, Cecilia had long outgrown him and moved on.
She couldn't even imagine what she had ever seen in Simon. Maybe it was all the empty compliments that made her feel good. Her mother always received countless praises from her father, and you often try to model your relationships after your main "love" role models. Now she was old enough to realize that Simon thinking she had a cute butt meant nothing other than that he was a pig. No one who was worth her time, who knew her at all, would have said those things to her. Not when she really didn't want to hear them.
One thing stuck out in Cecilia's mind, though. Her parents called her. They, obviously, had her phone number. She didn't know how they had gotten it, but they had. Simon went to talk with her parents. It was only a matter of time before he called her, too. She wasn't ready to talk to him, or to anyone for that matter. She was still too angry and too ashamed for that.
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Cecilia went into her bedroom and picked her sleeping daughter up out of her crib and held her closely to her body. Juliet had never, ever reminded her of Simon before that night. She never should have read those letters. She never should have listened to that message. And, for that matter, she never should have left Wilson's comforting embrace. He was a down pillow in a world of nails- a pillow that would do her and her daughter right. Right now, that was all the mattered.
She put Juliet back down into her crib. She stirred, but luckily didn't awaken. Tears rolled down Cecilia's cheeks as she struggled in the darkness to make out Juliet's face. Simon was correct in saying one thing; she was the most beautiful baby girl Cecilia had ever seen. What she felt for Juliet was true, unconditional love. Simon could have learned a thing or two from Cecilia and his estranged daughter.
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A/N: Cecilia's mother is not mine, either. They've showed her on the show but she was always kind of a ditz. A tried to give her at least half a brain. Plus, I used her because you always saw interaction between Cecilia and her father on TV; I wanted to spice it up a little.
I liked this chapter kind of. It was strange but in a good way. Not all that sappy- darker and plot moving. Good.
Next chapter the rating might go up. What is the rating on this? If it's PG-13 then maybe not but PG definitely. So…yeah. I'm excited now.
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What do you guys think of this more developed Cecilia? Review and tell me about it.
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