And I said Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story baby just say yes

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"What in the hell you mean you and Matt are getting divorced?," Dad said as we sat around the dinner table. Mom sat staring at me, shocked, her fork halfway to her mouth. Gracie kept her eyes on her plate, her hands shuffling anxiously in her lap. I could see she wanted to speak up, but she bit her tongue, which I know was torture for her.

"I don't understand," he continued, his voice raising. "We saw you two at Christmas and ya'll seemed just fine." Mom set her fork down and set her elbows on the table after pushing her plate away and crossing her hands on the table.

"What I think you're father is trying to say, honey," Mom said trying to diffuse Dad ".. is you all seemed so happy. How did this happen?" Gracie looked between my parents and rolled her eyes. I couldn't seem to find the complete thoughts needed to explain, but Gracie Bell was never short with words and it appeared as if she had bit her tongue enough.

"He's a scum bag, that's how it happened," she answered for me. "He's been unfaithful. She's the victim and you guys are questioning her like she's the one that did something wrong here."

"No. No. Now that's not what's happening here," Mom said as Dad gritted his teeth. "We were just trying to figure it all out is all."

"He cheated on you, Julie?," Dad questioned, his tone somewhere between angry and unbelieving. I lowered my head and tried to keep the tears at bay. Maybe I was just being defensive, but something in his voice seemed accusatory, and the idea that he viewed it as my fault hurt something fierce. "That why you think it's okay to go running around with Tim Riggins?" I shot my eyes up to him. I just told him my husband was a cheat, and his first thought is what I'm doing with Tim? Typical!

"This has nothing to do with Tim, Dad," I said quickly, my defenses rising a little more every second. "This has to do with me and with Matt and with the fact that he decided that everything I did for him meant nothing. He decided that I wasn't enough for him and strayed outside of our marriage while I was the dutiful, faithful wife. That was him. Not Tim. Not me."

"Did you confront him? Did you get his side of the story?," my Dad dared to ask me.

"His side of the story? You have got to be kidding me! I walked in on him screwing some girl in my bed, Dad. Is that what you wanted to hear? You want to hear all the dirty details? You want to hear how he was so into her that he didn't even hear me come in? Didn't hear me leave? You want to hear about how I spent days afterward crying and moping around the house and he didn't even bother to notice? Do I deserve that? Do I?," I screamed, throwing my napkin down on the table and standing up.

"Now, Julie, you just hold on one second. You know I didn't mean…"

"No. You hold on. I'm too old to sit here and get the third degree about a decision I made in regards to my life and my marriage. I refuse to be the kind of woman that allows her husband to cheat on her and just turns a blind eye. And I refuse to sit here and listen to your judgment about my choices with Matt or with Tim or with anything!"

With that, I turn and grab my keys off of the counter and stormed from the house, not daring to look back but looking forward to where I was headed.

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One Week Later:

There's never been a more beautiful sight then the image of Julie Taylor as she's sleeping. I have woken up before her every day for the last week, and I always get stuck just watching her dream until she can feel my eyes on her and she wakes up.

When she showed up at my door a week ago, her cheeks red and her eyes swollen from crying, my first thought was that I was in way over my head.

This girl came with a lot of baggage, a lot of history that was going to definitely cause complications for us. Part of me wanted to tell her to go home, work it out with her parents and her husband, and just leave me be. Avoid any complication that could fuck up my previously quiet and boring life.

But a much bigger part of me, a part of me that I was completely unfamiliar with but getting to know each moment I spent with her, wanted to comfort her and offer her a place of peace to gather her bearings and get her mind right. So that's what I did. And she hasn't gone home since. And strangely, I was just fine with that.

It took her a little longer that morning to feel me watching her, but she did. Her eyes opened slowly and she smiled at me sleepily.

"Hey you," she whispered huskily. I pulled her closer to me and pressed a kiss into the top of her head. It was getting pretty hard to sleep next to Julie every night and not 'sleep' with her. We had talked about it. We'd gotten uncomfortably close. But she just didn't feel right going there knowing that she was still married to Seven, and I admired that about her.

"Anyone ever tell you that you look absolutely stunning when you wake up, Jules?," I asked with a smirk.

"Only you, Tim. Every morning for the last 6 mornings," she replied tilting her head up toward me. I kissed her softly on her lips, my hands running up and down her back gently.

"You going to go to that lunch today with your Mom? Get things straightened out?," I asked as I rest my forehead against hers. We had been talking about her parents off and on over the week, and we both knew she had to get things right with them. I understood her anger, and her hesitance though, I suppose. She needed them to be supportive about her divorce, instead she felt as if they were on Saracens side, and that couldn't have been easy for her.

"Trying to get rid of me, Riggins?," she teased gently, knowing that wasn't the case.

"I just want you to be happy. Where ever that is."

"I'm pretty happy right now," she said seductively, as she nuzzled into my neck and nipped the tender skin there gently with her teeth. I laughed lightly and squeezed her side.

"Keep that up, Taylor, and I don't know if I'm going to be able to maintain my gentlemanly status for long." She laughed and rolled over, sitting up and peeked at me over her shoulder. She leaned back over and kissed me quickly before jumping off of the bed.

"I'm gonna go make us some breakfast," she said with a grin. "Wanna help?," Julie asked excitedly as she threw on my robe over my oversized t-shirt and tied it around her waist. Girl looked damn good in my clothes.

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I felt damn sexy in Tims clothes, his eyes raking over my body with every move I made. There was no place that I would rather be right then than standing in Tim Riggins kitchen while we cooked up breakfast together.

We had fallen into a bit of a routine over the last couple days. We would wake up and talk a little before we made breakfast together. Then he would usually go to work, although I had talked him into taking Wednesday off, which had turned into an remarkable day. We had spent the whole day lounging in his bed, making out occasionally, but behaving for the majority of the time. Mostly, we just talked, watched old movies and snacked on whatever we could find without having to leave the house.

On typical days, I would meet him at the high school after he left the shop and I would watch football practice. Then, we would come home and we venture out to sit on the deck and watch the sunset. He would wrap me up in his arms, we would stare at the sun as it set on his garden, share a beer and discuss our days. It all felt so…right, I guess the word is. Normal. Like it was the life we had been and should've been living forever.

We would make dinner then. We went out once or twice, but it was easier to enjoy each other without the whispers of the nosey town folk. Tim had made it clear that he didn't care what everyone else was saying. That was all he said on the subject, but we didn't really bring it up too much either.

Matt had tried to call me a million times, it seemed, and Tim was always polite enough not to mention the calls I had to ignore while we were together. I made it clear that he knew that I would've ignored them whether he was with me or not.

Our nights finished usually with us sitting up in his bed. He would watch game tapes or go over the playbooks, and I would read through the gossip magazines that he was kind enough to pick up for me. Then, we would cuddle until we fell asleep and the whole day would start over. It was perfect.

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"So, you're going to lunch with your Mom and we'll meet back here for dinner tonight, right?," I asked as I stood leaning in the front door frame of my house. This had become a small and sweet part of our new arrangement, her kissing me goodbye as I left for work. A man could grow used to a beautiful woman kissing him goodbye every morning. Just sayin'.

"That's the plan. If anything changes I'll definitely let you know." I smiled at her and bent my head toward her, caressing her lips with mine gently.

"Have a good day, Taylor. I look forward to hearing all about your lady lunch," I said, surprising myself that I actually meant it.

"And I look forward to hearing all about what malfunction Old Man Henry has with the Honda today," she replied with a small chuckle, referring to the half-senile old man who was always convinced that his 91' Honda was going to quit on him. Truth of the matter was, with all the work we've put in on it, that truck was gonna outlive us all.

I smiled in response, always amazed that she actually listened to me when I talked about nothing important. She reached up, cupped my face and kissed me one more time before stepping back and closing the screen door, leaving me standing there wanting more of her. This had also become a little ritual of ours. I was always happily wanting more of her.

"Go to work, Tim," she said in a phony, serious tone. I rolled my eyes and stepped off the front step, walking backward toward my truck, our eyes locked the entire time. I waved once before she blew me a kiss and closed the front door. I sat in my truck a minute and stared at the door, sighing deeply with a stupid, shit eating grin on my face, as I realized that my life would never be the same again.

I let myself get comfortable. A week ago, I was all in, willing to see where this thing with Julie would take me. Now I couldn't imagine a day when Julie Taylor wouldn't be waiting for me on the other side of those walls. I couldn't imagine a day with out Julie Taylor in general. And to honest, that fact both scared and thrilled the life out of me.

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"Hon, now you know how your Daddy is. He was just taken by surprise, is all. We didn't see it comin'." It was the first time I had seen my mother since the horrible dinner a week before. Gracie had sadly gone home to her girlfriend the previous Monday, but we had been talking daily, giving each other updates and such. Yesterday, however, was the first day I had answered my mothers calls. That inevitably led to this little luncheon. I nodded, not really wanting to talk about it, but knowing she wouldn't just drop it either.

"So what's next?," she continued as the waitress delivered our food.

"Well, I was thinking about moving home."

"To Dillon?," she responded with wide eyes, seemingly surprised.

"Yeah."

"With Tim Riggins?," she asked, causing me to blush in response. "We've been hearing things from around town. A lot of people are seeing you two together, and I know you haven't been staying in the local hotels because I called them all trying to reach you earlier this week." I didn't say anything as I picked at my salad. "Are you staying with Tim, Julie?," she asked softly. I looked up at her and nodded.

"I just want you to be careful, is all. You know that boys reputation and you're in a vulnerable state. I just don't want you doing anything you're going to regret."

"Mom…," I started with a warning tone in my voice.

"I'm done, I'm done," she said throwing her hands up in surrender. We sat in silence for a few minutes. "Oh, Jules!," she said, picking up the conversation. "I just bought the prettiest new curtains for the living room and dining room. Wanna come see after lunch and help me hang em' up?"

"Where's Dad?," I asked, not wanting to run into him just yet.

"Don't you worry, hon. He's in Larabie with Buddy for the day. Won't be back til dinner time."

"Okay then."

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I wasn't prepared for the sight that awaited me in my parents front yard. He sat there on the front steps, a suitcase at his feet and his head in his hands. He looked up as we pulled into the driveway. I could tell that he'd been struggling with himself and with his decisions. A few days worth of hair had grown in on his face, and his clothes were disheveled like he'd been sleeping in them. His eyes were red, like he'd been crying or not getting enough rest, which one I wasn't too sure.

Mom nodded a brief 'hello' toward him before walking into the house, leaving me standing in front of him angrily, my arms crossed over my chest.

"What in the hell are you doing here, Matt?," I asked angrily as he stood to face me.

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