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Cecilia unhooked Juliet's car seat and gently lifted her baby girl into her arms. She grabbed the diaper bag off of the floor of Wilson's car and he closed the door for her. She turned and looked Wilson in the eye and he rubbed his hand over her cheek. Cecilia looked at the house and then back at him. This, not sleeping with Simon, was probably the stupidest thing she'd ever done.
Cecilia went first- up the driveway, down the walkway, and onto the front porch. Their shoes made clomping noises and they stepped up and stood, waiting for something to happen. Wilson, in keeping with his need to protect all females, placed his hand on her lower back and reached out to ring the bell. Cecilia was on the verge of hyperventilating.
The door opened a few moments later. Martin stood before the couple; Cecilia cringed. She didn't' have a preference as to anyone answering the door, quite frankly they all would have been a bad choice, but she hated to hurt Martin again. She left him for Simon, and for him to answer the door to see her with another man- that was cruel on her part.
"Hi," she said, not knowing what else would be appropriate. He didn't answer her, just stared back at her cruelly. "Is Simon home by any chance?" Martin walked away and went back up the stairs. Wilson and Cecilia stepped inside and closed the door behind them.
"Simon, you're whore's back!"
Wilson smirked and so did Cecilia. If it were anyone else, she would have taken offense, but she brushed it off because she knew how hotheaded Martin could get. The next sounds they heard were Martin's door slamming and another door opening. Cecilia prayed that it was Simon and not someone else coming to see about Martin's comment.
Simon walked to the head of the stares, with every intention of going down them, but when he saw Cecilia's face he froze. There weren't words to describe what he was feeling. Simon couldn't even describe it to himself. His eyes went over all of Cecilia's features. He started at her eyes, then followed the length of her nose down to her lips. He'd missed those lips, but at the same time he hated them. Those lips were what started everyone's troubles. He continued his descent down the stairs and stood next to her. Everyone was quiet, even Juliet. All three of them were thinking up a safe sentence, something that they could say if the silence got to be too much that wouldn't start any problems.
Simon was the first to use his. "You dyed your hair."
"Yeah," she said, "the night before I left her. I went down to Piel's and picked up a bottle of 'Winter Chestnut Brown' and got this." She picked up some of her hair in her hand.
Wilson smiled to himself. He already knew that Cecilia was not a natural brunette.
"Well, I think it looks great on you," Simon commented.
"Thanks."
Simon pulled himself out of his stupor long when the conversation stopped to notice the man standing next to Cecilia. "Who's this?" he asked, small amounts of anger rising from within him.
Cecilia sensed his volatile nature, so she decided to overlook some of the truths she had found out en route to GlenOak- truths that Simon obviously didn't recognize at the moment. "M-my boyfriend." Silently, she cursed herself for feeling ashamed of Wilson.
"Figures. You always were the type of girl who needed a man in her life."
"Excuse me?"
"Never mind," he said as he lowered his head in shame. "I'm sorry."
"You should be Simon." She sighed. "So do you want to go out back and talk?"
"Sure, that's fine." He made a few steps toward the kitchen and then stopped. "He's coming with us?" he asked pointing to Wilson.
"Yes, I want him with me." She got defensive of Wilson. "Why else would you think I brought him with me?"
"Fine, fine," Simon mumbled.
The trio walked out the back door and sat on the step of the back porch in a Cecilia sandwich. Juliet had been god up until then, but she was starting to get antsy. She pulled on Cecilia's shirt, but she got not response out of her. Next, she turned to Wilson. She put her arms out to him, signaling she wanted him to hold her. Wilson was not about to take Juliet off of Cecilia's lap, so he grabbed one of her hand and started to jiggle it gently. She responded happily and vocally, which grabbed Simon's attention.
"Hey, that's my kid you're playing with."
"OK Simon, calm down."
Simon stared at the man sitting next to Cecilia and cocked his head questioningly. Something in his voice has struck a cord with Simon. Upon closer inspection, Simon realized Wilson and Cecilia had already figured out a few hours prior. "Wilson?"
Cecilia sat up a little straighter and Wilson turned his body more toward Simon. "Hi Simon."
"You…you're dating Cecilia?" Wilson nodded. "How? How did this happen?"
Cecilia took it from there. "We met at a grocery store and then we started dating."
Simon stood up and started to walk away, toward the side of the house. "He's too old for you!" he screamed as he turned back around.
"That's none of your business. I'm my own person and I can date whomever I choose to."
"He's the same age as Matt, you know that? He was in college when we were only in the seventh grade!" He started pacing back and forth. "Do you know he and Mary almost got married? But he – he broke her heart when he broke up with her. He has a kid. He was a father at sixteen!"
"S-"
Some of the family had heard Simon yelling and came outside to see what was going on. Martin, Annie, and Lucy came out from the kitchen. Kevin came from the garage apartment. They all stood aghast at what they saw before them.
"You know, I'm sure Mary would love to hear about this. 'Hey Mare, guess what? You're ex-fiancé is dating my ex-girlfriend and the mother of my daughter.'"
Wilson stood up. He had had enough of Simon's antics. "Speaking of your daughter, isn't that who this whole thing was about?"
Simon got right in Wilson's face and stared into his eyes, panting. "You know, I never liked you. You always had this 'holier than thou' attitude about you." He started to use his hands to portray his anger. "I'm sick of you and people like you. I'm sick of everyone thinking that I am less than them just because I'm not perfect."
One thing that Wilson hated was when people judged him. He had been through so much in his life and had learned the hard way that you can never judge a book by its cover. "Hey-"
Before Wilson had a chance to finish his comeback, Simon snapped- and had every intention of snapping Wilson in half. Simon was never one to be violent, but he hadn't been himself in a long while. Simon took half a step back and clenched his fingers into a fist, and punched Wilson as hard as he could. Wilson, with his quick reflexes, dodged the blow as much as possible. Simon hit him in the jaw rather than in the temple.
Wilson lunged at Simon and they both fell on the grass. The wrestled each other, but it was a losing battle. Wilson was about twice the size of Simon and could take him easily. Mostly, he was trying to pin Simon down, but Simon's arms and legs continued to flail with an intention to hurt Wilson.
"You're dating my girlfriend!" Simon screamed as he rolled on top of Wilson.
The Camden and Camden related spectators never thought twice about what was going on in front of them. No one cared that there was a fight going on their backyard. Kevin finally went over and peeled Simon off of Wilson easily. Kevin asked for Martin's assistance and he held back Wilson. Wilson removed Martin's arms from his body and went back over toward Cecilia as he held his bleeding lip.
"Guys like you make me sick Simon. You give all unwed fathers a bad rep. You leave your girlfriend, you child, you assume no responsibility…and you resort to violence the second your pride is threatened." Cecilia put her hand on his arm and he quieted. "He started it."
"I know Wilson," she said, "but now you're going to stop it."
Lucy, who had been standing quietly in the corner, recognized the familiar face. "Wilson?"
"Hi," he said. He still had not completely calmed. Lucy approached him and then went inside disgusted. Annie and Martin followed her; Wilson's heart sank. Now he knew how Cecilia must have felt.
Kevin went to Wilson to offer his assistance. After all, it was his civic duty. "Come inside. Let me get you some ice or something."
Wilson looked to Cecilia and she nodded. He knew that she wanted to be able to talk to Simon alone. Wilson went in with Kevin, leaving only Cecilia, Simon, and Juliet in the backyard.
Cecilia sat back down on the back step and Simon sat next to her. "Are you still interested in meeting your daughter?"
He half smiled at her. Her beauty far surpassed everything else. "Yes. Of course."
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A/N: Well, we finally got them to GlenOak, in the Camden house, and had that inevitable fight. But that was just the fist fight my friend. Just wait for the verbal prowess that will be shown. Or, at least, I hope it will come off like that.
Also, I am awful at writing fights. I really, really stink at it. Physical, verbal, whatever. I hear the emotion in my head but I know none of it comes across nearly as strong on paper. I'm actively working on it, though.
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Next chapter'll be Cecilia/Simon talk, and Wilson will also have a conversation with someone.
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One of two more chapters are left.
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I think this was kind of anticlimactic. What about you? Did you like it?
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