New Story! This is a continuation of Pretty Woman. This is a song fic, so all of the song lyrics in here are owned by their respective artists and writers. This is about 5 years in the future (so set around Season 20). This particular song is from P!nk's latest album Hurts 2B Human and is called 90 Days. Enjoy
'Cause you made this shit so easy
And I told you my secrets
So I don't know why I'm tongue tied
At the wrong time when I need this
I'm here, but I'm in pieces
And I don't know how to fix this
And I don't know how to fix this, no
Olivia lay in bed sleeping when she heard a knock on the door and the small voice of her 5 year old daughter. She opened her eyes and saw Naia standing next to her bed. "What's wrong, my love?" she asked, sleep still present in her voice.
Naia rubbed her eye with the hand not holding her stuffed animal, a rabbit that Trevor's mother had given her two years ago. "I had a bad dream."
Olivia moved the blankets. "You had a bad dream? Come here sweetheart," she whispered and felt Naia climb into bed and she held her tight. "Tell me what it was about," she whispered.
Naia curled into her mother. "Daddy died," she sniffled. "Where is he? When is he coming home?"
Olivia felt the emotion rise up in her throat. "Daddy is okay, baby girl. He's okay. He's just... He's in his new apartment, remember how we talked about that? That Daddy needed to live away from us for a little while, but that he and I love you so much."
Naia nodded. "But when is he coming back, when does he get to come home?"
Olivia rubbed her daughter's back. "I don't know sweet girl, maybe soon. But until then, you have me and your brother right here. And you can call Daddy whenever you want, and you get to see him after school on Friday and the whole weekend," she said gently. "Okay?"
Naia nodded. "I miss him, Mommy."
Olivia nodded and fought the tears. "Me too, baby. Me too." She kissed her daughter's forehead. "How about we get some more sleep, my love?" she held Naia close. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, remembering the night her marriage fell apart.
Olivia spun around and glared at Trevor. "What did you just call me?"
Trevor moved so their faces were millimeters apart. "You're a porn star. All you want to do is fuck," his voice was low and menacing.
She physically took a step back. "Get out," she said seriously. "OUT!" Her chest was heaving. "I've given you chance after chance and it always comes back to this. You keep telling me that you never want to hurt me, but no matter what whenever we get into fights like this, you go back to the one name you know hurts me more than anything. You don't love me, because if you did you'd never continue to hurt me." She went into the bedroom and put his things in a garbage bag and pushed it into his chest. "Take your shit and get out." She seethed and opened the door, waiting for him to walk out.
He looked at her as he moved closer to her. "You love me."
Olivia shook her head. "I do, and you know I do, and I always will, but I will not, will not, stand here and be disrespected in my home with my kids asleep in their beds. We'll figure out custody, but right now you need to get out of this house. I don't want to see you right now."
Trevor looked at her as he left and she closed the door behind him and locked it. He took a deep breath. "What did I just do?"
Trevor lay in his tiny three bedroom apartment in Hell's Kitchen. His bed was tiny and lumpy. He groaned and looked at the clock. 4:45. They'd been separated for a month and a half and he still couldn't sleep without her. He needed to do something, he needed to fix this, but he didn't know how. He'd barely spoken to her, the only time he spoke to her was when the kids called, and that was for all of thirty seconds. He hadn't seen her for more than a few minutes at a time when he'd drop Noah and Naia off after their weekend.
He rolled over and picked up his phone and opened up a text message. Hey, Liv. I know you probably don't want to talk to me right now, but I need to try to fix this. I don't know how, but there has to be something. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. Just tell me.
Olivia heard her phone go off and she picked it up, expecting to be called into the precinct, but she saw Trevor's name instead. She opened the message and she sighed, holding her daughter close. She closed her eyes and thought, before responding. I don't know, Trevor. I don't know how we fix it when you continually promise me you won't hurt me again, and then in a few months, I'm being called a porn star again. I don't know how we fix it when you keep breaking the one promise you made to me when we first started seeing each other.
Trevor looked at his phone and sighed. He had a feeling she was going to say that, but she was always so much better at these things than he was. He was hoping that maybe she knew what to do. He ran his hands over his face. Can we think about it, maybe? I love you, and this is killing me, being away from you and the kids.
She read his text and she shook her head. Trev… I love you, too. You know I do, and we can brainstorm and try to come up with a solution, but I truly don't know what to do here. Maybe we did things too fast? Maybe we moved from sex to married too quickly, maybe what we think is love is really just… lust?
He saw her text message and he started to cry. Olivia, you are more to me than sex, and maybe we did move too fast, but this was in no way just lust. Not when we started and not now. And you know it.
Olivia wiped her eyes. Maybe we start in couples' counseling? Figure out exactly what it is we need to do in order to fix our marriage. She hated this. She never wanted it to get this far, not living with her husband, only really able to communicate by text. She kissed Naia's head and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep.
If I'm just somebody that you're gonna leave
And you don't feel something when you look at me
You're holdin' my heart, mmm, whatcha say?
Just let me down slowly, I'll be okay
If you're just some habit that I gotta break
I can clear my system in 90 days
You're holdin' my heart, mmm, whatcha say?
Just let me down slowly
Olivia sat on one end of the couch, fiddling with her fingers, waiting on Trevor to show up. He finally walked in, apologetic. "I have to relieve the babysitter, can we get this over with?" She sighed. Olivia shrugged away from Trevor when he went to hug her. "Don't."
Trevor sat on the other side of the couch from her. "I want my wife back," he spoke to the therapist. "I want to be able to hold her again."
She rolled her eyes. The therapist noticed and she leaned closer. "Olivia, tell me what Trevor just said makes you feel."
Olivia took a deep breath. "We're in this position because he continually broke the one promise he made to me from the beginning. I love him with my whole heart and that will never change, but I'm not going to stay in a marriage where every time we get in a fight I'm called the one name that he knows hurts me more than anything."
Their therapist nodded. "What's the name?"
Olivia looked at Trevor. "Tell her. You're the one who likes to throw it around."
Trevor took a breath. "Porn Star."
The therapist looked at Olivia. "Tell me why that hurts you so much."
Olivia looked away and wiped at her eyes. "It has very little to do with actual porn stars and sex workers. I understand it, and I'm not talking about trafficking, I don't support that at all, but I also know not everyone who is in the sex work industry is there because they were trafficked. I want to make that clear."
Trevor looked at Olivia. "No one is saying that, Olivia."
Olivia glared at him, and then looked at the therapist. "As a kid and a teenager, my mom told me that all I would ever be good for was sex. When I got older…" she cleared her throat. "I slept with my partner in my squad a few times, and he would mock me and laugh at me because I'm vocal when I have sex. And the first time Trevor called me a porn star was in regards to my moaning and vocalizing my pleasure. We got into a fight over it and he promised it would never happen again. And it happened again. More than once."
The therapist nodded. "Okay, so Trevor, tell me why that's your go-to. Why do you want to hurt her so badly?"
Trevor met Olivia's eyes. "I don't know."
Olivia looked away from him. "What's the point of this then? It's never going to stop if you don't know why you do it, you've promised over and over it'll never happen again but it always does. You've broken that promise so many times, Trevor… I can't trust you anymore."
Trevor's face fell. "I can't lose you, Olivia."
Olivia nodded her head. "What do we do?" she asked the therapist.
Their therapist nodded. "Okay, here's the plan. The two of you will only speak to one another about the kids unless you're in this room and there will be no kind of physical contact. Since Trevor has already moved out you're going to keep those respective spaces. No hugs, no kissing, no sex. With each other or anyone. Intimacy is off the table."
Trevor felt a pit in his stomach. "How long?"
The therapist nodded. "90 days. The two of you need a reset. And over the course of the next 90 days the two of you will meet in an individual session with me once a week, and a couples session once a week, so we'll be seeing each other twice a week."
Olivia nodded. "And at the end of the 90 days?" she felt Trevor's eyes on her and she closed her eyes, looking down at her lap.
The therapist took a deep breath. "At the end of 90 days, the two of you make a decision, to reconcile or to make this separation permanent and file for divorce."
Trevor looked at Olivia. "Is that what you want? To break up our family."
Olivia's head snapped and turned to face him. "I didn't want any of this, Trevor. We're here because you can't seem to keep your promises. If we wind up unable to reconcile this it will not be solely on my shoulders." She stood up and got her coat. "I really need to go let the babysitter go home. I'll call for an individual appointment." She glared at Trevor and walked out.
Trevor watched her leave and then looked at the therapist. "What do I do?"
The therapist looked at him. "You need to be honest with yourself here. I think you know why you keep calling her a porn star. I think you know and you don't want to tell her because you don't want to hurt her. But if you don't tell her, you're going to lose her for good."
Trevor looked at the ceiling. "I may have done that anyway. I don't know how to sleep without her, I don't know how to live without her. I have hated not being able to fall asleep next to her, wake up with her in my arms."
The therapist smiled gently. "You may have, but the only way to possibly fix this, the only way for you to have a shot to get her back is to go through this therapy with her and be honest with yourself and with her. Otherwise there is no hope for you two. She doesn't trust you, and you cannot live in a marriage with no trust."
Trevor wiped his eyes and looked at their therapist. "Whatever I have to do. Our life together isn't over yet, not if I get any say in it."
A/N: So, tell me what you think. Leave a review!