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Chapter 2.

Unlocking the front door, he whizzes off his sweater, throws his keys onto the nightstand and kicks off his shoes. It's been a long night, it's now 2am and would kill for a shower.

He gets undressed, throws on some clean pants and slides into bed. She's there sleeping, her long brown locks tossed effortlessly over the pillow. He loves how no matter what time he gets in, he never disturbs her sleep. His arms cuddle round her belly and he joins her in her slumber.

"I made you a coffee. I guess you'll be needing it" she wavered in a tone close to mockery. He laughed ironically as he swept the curls from his eyes and tugged on the shirt he'd thrown on that was ruffled around his waist. He accepted the drink as he took a seat in front of her, his arms resting on the island.

"Good night?" she smiled his way "I know you got in late. I waited up to 1 for you but….I couldn't wait any longer." Up until that moment he had almost forgotten about the events of the previous night...he didn't know if it was because of the alcohol or the fact it was so out of the ordinary it almost felt like a dream. He shifted in his seat as uncomfort swept through him. He had no choice but to tell her what had happened. They were married. It just was not an option to keep it to himself, even though it meant nothing. It would mean more if he kept it a secret.

"Yeah it was um….." he pondered over how to tell her. "...the band, they were….really great." She could tell he was distracted.

"What's up, babe?" She was so nonchalant about it it caused a strong current of guilt to wash through his stomach.

"Domino, listen.." he reached for her hand, cementing it between the pair of his. Concern ran through the lines of her face, erupting like a volcano. "It's nothing okay, I need you to hear me when I say that. I promise you." He was firm in his speech now. Looking deep into the green pools of her eyes, his thumb rubbing slowly over the surface of her hand.

"I ran into Blake. She was there with a friend, we...ended up catching up over a few drinks. It was nice, that was it."

"Blake….Lively?" She wasn't sure she'd even heard him mention her name before. Not at least in passing conversation.

"Yes." He was still firm in his tone and with the stare to her eyes. She was silent. Her eyes explored his face. She trusted him but she was looking for signs of deceit. Her eyes squinted briefly as the cogs of her brain made sense of the information. She was okay with it. He had told her, straight away. She wasn't worried.

"That's okay." She breathed, smiling in acceptance.

A huge grin poured over his face. "Thank you." Relieved was an understatement. He leaned over the island to kiss her, grabbing her cheek in his palm in unison.

She tipped a few extra berries onto her waffles whilst turning the page of the glossy magazine she was reading. It wasn't often she was engulfed in silence, the house completely to herself. No screaming, no shouting. It was delightful. She continued to munch on the sweet waffles and glaze her eyes over GQ that to be honest, she wasn't really reading until she arrived on the 11th page. It was undeniably him. His deep brown curls framing his tanned complexion. His stubble only enhancing the sharpness of his cheekbones. His light blue shirt only made his warm gold skin tone more prominent. There he was, smouldering at her through the page. A sense of unease washed through her. She'd done so well at not thinking about him since they ran into each other two months ago. She could swear she had thought about him only a handful of times since then. Her eyes with a mind of their own swooped over to his lips. Images flashed through her mind from that night in January. His lips in a tangled smirk, pressed forwards, smouldering. She blinked furiously. Hoping each time she did her memory would fade. It didn't. She snapped the publication shut and threw it onto the floor. Perhaps, a little dramatic in hindsight but, out of sight, out of mind.

The weeks flew by and what was March was now April. It was a warm 54', the sun was shining, taxis were hooting and shopping bags banged against each other as their owners moved swiftly along the sidewalks.

Hand in hand, Blake and James walked slowly through the streets, admiring the first few signs of Summer. James had been dressed in a cute coral dress with pristine, white Dior sneakers. Her curly blonde locks resting gently on her shoulders. Blake had placed her hair in a high ponytail that swayed calmly in the wind. Her orange tartan vest top was covered casually by her black linen jacket. Her white jeans clung tightly around her thighs, as her tank did her boobs.

"Mom, can I wear your shades?" Blake chuckled as she reached for her bag. Her daughter sprung to her tiptoes to look into the compartment. Huddled over the bag, Blake rooted around for the Guccis, neither realising there was a presence looming inches away. He coughed lightly. Both looking up, James almost looked as puzzled as her mother.

Blake's mouth parted open ever so slightly as her face exposed all kinds of emotions.

"Hi." she murmured. His company had made her nervous.

"Hey." he smiled. "Again."

"Mommy, who is this?" James' face was still screwed into a distorted shape, confusion mixed with intrigue.

"Um.." Blake was never one to be lost for words but in this moment she wasn't really sure what to say. "Sweetie this is...um…" Penn's almost bemused. "Jess' friend. You remember Jess, right?"

The girl may only be six years old but she could tell her mom was a little uncomfortable and above all that, acting weird.

"And his name is…" James' sentence was drawn out and rich with sarcasm.

Blake's eyes had barely moved from his. He could see her eyes twitching.

"I'm...Dean." he announced. Blake was more relaxed now, she smiled.

"Yes...and um Dean" this was weird… "...this is..James. My daughter."

His gaze averted hers as he stretched out his hand to greet the child. "Hi."

"Well hello Dean." This girl was not short of confidence. Their hands shook and Blake watched in wonder. She surveyed him. His stubble had gone from the night in January. He was clean shaven, his hair a little messier than last time but those dark brown curls were still noticeably visible. He wore a loose black tank and blue gym shorts.

"You've got your mom's eyes." he said matter of factly. Turning his attention from the girl to the woman. She was looking visibly distressed and he could see it straight away.

The pair stared at each other for a little too long, which was broken by the outcry of Blake's sister.

"James!" Robyn was waving at the girl from the store across the street, arms wandering crazily in every which way. James ran to her releasing the grip of her mother's hand.

Blake smiled weakly at him, "Do you want to...go and say hi?"

He shuffled on the spot, feet twitching. He wasn't normally a nervous guy.

"Uh, no. I uh, I probably shouldn't. Would be weird."

She looked disappointed. He could see it on her face. She grinned reluctantly, an almost fake smile as her eyes fell to the floor.

"Okay, well um, in which case I'm gonna go make sure my daughter doesn't start buying her own Gucci sunglasses." His eyes screwed in confusion.

"She was um, wanting mine, when you - never mind." She laughed, he smiled.

"Mom!" James was now repeating Robyn's actions from outside the store, her tiny hands wobbling maddly. Robyn was there too. Even though Blake and Penn were a good ten or so metres away, Robyn knew exactly who was standing close to her sister. She knew from the second she saw him standing there, shaking hands with James.

The pair had turned to face Robyn and the frantic child.

The ex boyfriend and the sister shared a genuine smile and a small wave from across the street.

He looked back at Blake, "I decided it wouldn't be weird." She chuckled, he'd always been able to make her do that so effortlessly. The two parted ways with lowly smiles. Their shoulders a mere few inches away from touching.

She was half way between their point of meeting and where her sister and daughter were waiting. She turned, somewhat reluctantly to look back at him. He scratched his head as he dispersed into the crowd. She gulped as a slight feeling of sadness washed over her.

Blake ambled into the store, spotting her daughter in the corner of her eye. You couldn't miss her. The only kid in the shop hanging an adult's dress over her body. Blake giggled at the sight as she made it over to her. "Hey.."

"Hi…" Robyn screwed her eyes at Blake, trying to make sense of the situation that had taken place only minutes before.

Blake shot a brief, half smile her way and looked straight to the floor, playing with the dress her daughter was holding.

"What was that all about?" Robyn was inquisitive. Blake wasn't in the mood.

"Nothing" her eyebrows screwed as her head shaked submissively.

"Mommy, can I try this on?" James tugged at the hem of Blake's jacket, throwing her eyes in the direction of the kid's changing rooms.

"Sweetie, I think that's gonna be a little big for you...what about…." Blake stepped quickly in the kid's section of the store and pulled a little turquoise dress from the rail. "...this one?" Blake grinned at her daughter suggestively.

James ran into the changing suite and drew the curtain. Blake was alone with her sister's prying eyes. "What?" she quizzed in response.

"What? You're asking me, what? Tell me that wasn't your...ex boyfriend!" she hushed "I just saw you talking to!?"

"Shhhh" Blake whispered. "And yes...it was….but we just ran into each other, that's all."

"Then why are you getting all funny with me?" Robyn grilled.

"Because...you're asking me about this while my daughter, who hates him by the way, is only a few inches away!"

Robyn was starting to buy it. "Okay, I'm sorry." She said defeatedly. "But wow, I mean weird?! When was the last time you saw him?!"

The curtain threw open, where the pair found the curly haired monster standing bravely in front of them, posing and twirling in her new dress.

"We'll get it!" Blake cheered.