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Wilson and Cecilia both did a final sweep of their apartments before exiting into the hallway and down the elevator with their respective children. They entered Wilson's SUV when they reached the street and made sure everyone and everything was secured tightly to the vehicle. Cecilia sat in the front next to Wilson in the passenger's side and Billy grudgingly sat in the back bench seat next with a babbling and happy baby Juliet.
Cecilia looked at Wilson one final time before they left Buffalo. "Are you sure you want to do this? You can still back out. I don't want you to think I am forcing you into this."
"You're not forcing me into anything," he said soothingly. "I offered; I want to come. I have to make sure you're all right."
She smiled. "You don't trust me to take care of myself?"
"I trust you; I don't trust anyone else."
"Can we leave now?" Billy piped up from behind them.
"One moment," his father responded as he picked up a sheet of paper off the dashboard. "We have directions until I-105 in California. We're stopping tonight once we get over the border into Illinois and we have the number of plenty of hotels as well as AAA. Cell phones are charged; we have snacks, bottles, diapers, and one working radio. Good?"
"Good," Cecilia answered.
Wilson started up the car and they were off toward the west coast of the United States.
Cecilia sat with her hand on Wilson's knee for the first hour and a half or so. Whatever the outcome of this trip, she knew she was meant to take it- take it with Wilson and Billy. This overwhelming calm came over her that helped her not to be so nervous. Events like this happen for a reason. This trip was part of someone's master plan.
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The driving was long and monotonous, but luckily they hadn't hit any real traffic, save the minor slowdown as they were leaving the state of New York. After that, they stopped at a rest area and Wilson drove straight through until they crossed over into Illinois. There they stopped at a fast food joint for a quick and cheap dinner and then went to the motel they had planned on stopping at prior to making the trip.
The room was average, with two double beds and one tiny bathroom. Cecilia didn't feel like showering that night, but Wilson and Billy did. As they did that Cecilia sat and played with her daughter. Juliet was so full of life that she made Cecilia happy just to be with her.
Since she was alone, Cecilia's mind began to wonder about her life in regards to Juliet. Everything would have been so different if it weren't for her. She probably never would have found herself in Illinois without Juliet. She wouldn't have met Wilson or Billy either. She never would have gone to Buffalo. This trip served had such a gigantic purpose for her. It was her awakening that life was all right. She was strong enough to go back and face her past, knowing her future with Juliet seemed fine. She was a mother- untouchable.
The boys finished up, and with damp hair everyone sat around talking and watching the basic cable that came with the ten year old TV that furnished the room. Billy spent a lot of time by himself that night. He still wasn't too keen on Cecilia after all this time, so he used the television as his escape. She was taking his father from him and never included young Billy in anything, which only added to the shaky relationship.
The only thing that made Billy happy was when the beds were divvied up. Being that there were two beds, Wilson and Billy got one, and Cecilia got the other to share with her daughter if she so chose to do so. There was no way she was going to interfere with his bonding time that night.
At least, that was what Billy had thought. Ever since that fateful night of promiscuity, Wilson and Cecilia had shared a bed. They were used to each other's company and both wanted the attention and affection from their significant other. This would be the first time in a very long while that they would be sleeping alone, and that in itself was for Billy's benefit more than anyone else's. Still, the necessary separation was killing them.
After the lights were out and everyone was relatively settled, Juliet asleep and Billy well on his way to joining her, Cecilia got up and went into the bathroom. She closed the door, turned on the light, and arbitrarily ran the water for a few minutes. After she deemed enough time had passed, Cecilia opened the door. "Wilson, could you help me with something for a second?"
He was still clueless when he got up to "help her." All that changed, however, when Cecilia practically slammed the door behind him and jumped his bones. He was surprised, but happy nonetheless. Cecilia probed his mouth with her tongue violently, needing the physical connection. She hadn't been this hands-off since before she met Wilson and it was killing her.
They continued to kiss and Wilson picked Cecilia up, sitting her on the sink counter. They both grinned devilishly. Wilson's hand started to move under her shirt and she let him advance however far he felt like going. With Wilson she was game for anything.
Wilson however, had more of a conscious than Cecilia did. He how wrong this was for the time and setting. Reluctantly, his mind pulled his body away from her. "We can't do this," he whispered, his breathing labored. "The kids- it's not right."
She sighed and leaned her head against him. Her shirt was bunched halfway up her torso. "You're right."
Cecilia hopped off the countertop and left for the bedroom. Wilson grabbed her arm and stopped her.
"Hey. Don't-don't," he kissed her lightly. "It's not that- but we- I…"
She laughed and kissed his cheek chastely. "Good night Wilson."
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A/N: I know it's been a while, and this chapter wasn't that great or the realization chapter that everyone wants, but I am getting there. This is a start. To be perfectly honest, though, I don't know how I am going to do the big Camden realization. Everything beyond now is kind of fuzzy. It could be a while.
Oh, and sorry about the length. I hand wrote it, and when I do that length is a bit deceptive. I apologize. I also did a little MapQuest for this trip, so that I-105 is real and would be on the route, according to these directions, from Buffalo to Los Angeles.
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Goodnight moon. Goodnight lovebirds. Review.
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