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Okay so first we are sorry that the update took this long. In our defence though I had exams when I got back from holiday and then I was away visiting Jen so I was a little distracted. But here it is now and we hope you like it.
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Peter couldn't tear his eyes away from the page, well specifically that massive, bold black ink that burned a hole in his mind. Slowly his hand moved to his forehead which seemed clammy before it travelled almost cautiously through his dark locks of hair until he released a breath that he didn't realise he was even holding. He felt like he couldn't move, his best attempt was to sit himself down, right there on the floor in the middle of the hallway, his hands and eyes glued to the deceit before him.
After a very long while he managed to tear his eyes from their capture and move them further down the page, past the small image which held some cheeky caption that he didn't even bother to take much notice of, and finally settling on the opening word of the article...
"Canadian actress Kelly Rowan destroys happy family without a second thought"
LA. Who hasn't heard of the hit-series „THE O.C."? It's been famous for its interesting storyline and Josh Schwartz who spoke for the hearts of many fans all over the world, called it "a mix of different genres- it's something for everybody".
The cast members themselves described it as "something special that is so fun to film together. It's almost like being the real family instead of just acting like one".
This very statement leaves us wondering now: How close are certain actors and actresses? We especially focused our attention on Canadian actress Kelly Rowan, known for Lifetime movies like "A Crime of Passion" or the blockbuster "187" next to Samuel L. Jackson, and her colleague Peter K. Gallagher- the 52-year old is especially known for his famous guest roles in Broadway-musicals like "Hair" in the early 80s. Both actors' careers had their final breakthrough with the roles of "Mr. and Mrs. Cohen" on "The O.C.".
Although both live as secluded as possible, someone's whispered to us that Kelly Rowan, who got engaged to the richest man in Canada, David Thomson (they had met only six months before Mrs.Rowan agreed to become Mr.Thomson's wife), broke of the engagement and, yes you're reading right, dear readers, leaving the wedding to be with someone else.
Now open your eyes: David Thomson himself verified the information we got last Tuesday from an anonymous person: Kelly Rowan, LA's latest run-away-bride, admitted in front of the wedding guests that she is in love with her old colleague and family-father Peter Gallagher, who appeared to be her "knight in shining armour".
However romantic this modern fairytale might have seemed at first, the reality looks different. Left behind are two broken families just because a cheap affair didn't seem to end.
Kelly Rowan, who had never been mentioned in the press for scandals or any sort of negative news, is now officially the mistress who destroyed a family without a second thought.
What do his poor teenage kids think who didn't have a clue of what was happening until they got a mysterious call? What does David Thomson say about the heartless woman who he had given everything for but who simply betrayed and lied to him in return?
Read the exclusive interviews on page 27-30.
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Peter was overtaken by a wave of different emotions. Rage: yes, Hurt: yes, confusion: yes, fear: yes, disappointment: definitely. He felt them all. He had almost thought they had gotten away from the press with the whole affair, that what had been written in small columns of magazines was all that they would have to defend themselves against, but this, this was the front page of one of the most widely read papers in LA. What were they going to do?
He sat there scanning over the painful passage one last time before flicking to page 27 and the so called interviews Kelly suddenly entered his mind. She would be devastated if she saw this, her name on the headline of the front page along with an appalling accusation. Worse actually she would be heartbroken. He couldn't see her like that, he had witnessed it on only a few occasions before and he hated it. The difference now was she was his to protect, he had the power to keep her safe from the wicked outside world, and he was sure as hell going to try. It seemed like his only option.
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Kelly was getting a little impatient, normally it didn't take that long to lock the door and check all the windows were closed, I mean yeah there were a lot of windows but they had only been in a few of the rooms today so it shouldn't have taken that long to check them, i mean what was he doing? Bolting and padlocking them? Her impatience got the better of her as she finally decided to go and see what was keeping him from her.
Kelly began her descent down the stairs while tying her silky robe around her claiming all the warmth it would offer her. Silently she gazed for a moment at the shadow form that was on the floor. Why on earth was Peter sitting on the floor? The thought that something could be drastically wrong barely crossed her mind as she decided to sneak up behind him and surprise him.
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Peter was literally about to flip the pages over to read the rest of their public humiliation when he felt something soft and moist on the rear of his neck and two small things circling his waist. He had been completely oblivious to her presence until now.
"What are you doing on the floor?" she asked before placing another kiss on the back of his neck and resting her head on his shoulder.
Peter suddenly realised that he was sitting there holding the paper in a position that she could see it, that wasn't being protective he told himself.
"Umm, nothing important." He stumbled while trying to casually put the paper aside.
"So you kept me waiting for nothing important?" she asked in a semi-seductive tone trying to let him know she wanted him to come back and join her in the bedroom, little did she know he was anything but in the mood.
He didn't have a reply, well one that would end her wondering so instead he twisted his head to the side tilting it slightly and placed a few brief pecks on her lips. Kelly however wasn't content with the lack of passion and indication in them. All of a sudden she threw herself to her feet whilst grabbing the paper from his hands and began to fold it up as she spoke.
"This...you can read in the morning, but for just now...please lock up and come back to bed?"
Peter didn't reply, he was too busy watching her hands, hoping that she wouldn't fold it up in any way except the correct way, the way that would make the revelation stare her in the face.
"Honey?" her voice this time interrupted his daze.
"Huh? Sorry, what?"
She looked at him with a slight grin of amusement at his disorientation.
"I said, this..."
As her eyes descended and her face fell he knew she had seen it.
Peter released a small breath as his eyes fell closed for a moment of anguish.
He wasn't sure what to do. How should he play this? What is she thinking? Should he get up and take her in his arms and tell her that they will be alright? That they will get through this? Yes. Get up Peter. Get up off the floor. Get up!
Kelly felt the world crash around her as her eyes came into contact with the darkness that the paper held for her. She could see her name, scrolled on the page next to "destroys" and "happy family." Then soon after she was a "mistress" a "cheap affair" and thoughtless.
Didn't they know this was true love? Couldn't people tell that she didn't mean to hurt anyone, that Peter's marriage was anything but happy? Did they really think she was a scheming and heartless family wrecker? Did she really come across as being that shallow? These were people who didn't even know her...right? She couldn't help but feel a single tear trickle down her cheek as her eyes continues to well up.
"It's okay, don't panic, We'll get through this." Were among the things she heard being whispered into her ear from the only other person who knew that this was a complete and utter disgrace, that it was one hundred percent untrue, the only other person that understood the tragedy she felt like she was experiencing.
But what if she did ruin a happy family? What if she had successfully broken a solid family? Could it be true? Was it a possibility?
"Baby, these people don't know you, have no right to judge you."
She felt his hand smooth over her back and his lips meet the side of her head, she let her eyes flicker shut for a moment and almost allowed her tense figure to accept his embrace. Then she realised what he was doing on the floor, why he had been so distracted from her and how he knew what she was reading when he wasn't even looking at the page that was before her right now.
She moved herself from his embrace and turned to face him, still gripping the paper.
"You read it?"
He nodded slightly as she continued.
"You read it and then you tried to hide it from me! Tried to tell me that you weren't doing anything, that it was nothing!" she shouted at him.
Peter knew that a large part of her talking was pain, but why shouldn't she be angry? He felt rage too when he read it. But he regretted that she was angry with him. He only wanted to protect her, to prevent her from suffering, to make her happy. He looked at her. Wiping a few stray tears off of her cheek and all he wanted to do was hold her, comfort her.
"Baby..." he took a step towards her, "Baby, please" he reached out for her as his fingers met her shoulder, for a moment her thought she was going to give up her defence and let him in, but she couldn't.
"Don't..." she barely made eye contact with him. "Don't touch me." She begged weakly before rushing past him and up the stairs.
All he could do was watch her go.
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Peter wandered around down stairs, locking the doors and closing whatever open windows he could find. He knew he had to follow her, eventually, but he also knew to give her a few moments alone so that her mind could process what was happening. He sauntered around attempting to take as long as he could but secretly he just wanted to run at the stairs and then all the way to their room, make sure she was alright.
Ordinarily they wouldn't pay any attention to what the press had to say to them or about them. They wouldn't even waste their time reading it, but somehow this was different. When he had seen the most important person in his life accused in the most obvious line of the page it really got to him. He couldn't ignore the article and pretend it didn't exist, he couldn't make himself believe that it wasn't a big deal and would blow over in no time. In fact, it was serious and could persuade the public quite easily that they were in the wrong. Well okay maybe they were in the wrong but it wasn't like it was a...what phrase had they used..."cheap affair." They were more in love than ever, they had made out like they had a few rounds of sex and that was it. For goodness sake they had just bought a house together, they had found happiness together, but typical press...they was no implication of that.
When he stood at the bedroom door a few moments later he could see Kelly sitting at one of the chairs, the paper sprawled out on the table before her as her eyes glared at it, though they seemed empty.
"I only wanted to protect you." He whispered.
He knew she had noted his presence but wasn't providing him with her attention. He made his way half cautiously over to her and crouched down at her side.
"Sweetheart," he tried to capture her eyes, "Let me comfort you." His hand gently moved the hair from her face as he spoke "Talk to me."
Her head turned and she looked at him, though very blankly.
"Talk to you?" she asked in slight disbelief. "Talk to you! What do you want me to say?" she was practically shouting at him now. "Sorry? Sorry that I tore apart your happy family, that I turned your kids against you? That I have given you some bad publicity?"
As she shouted it at him it was as if she was admitting it to herself. Like she was telling herself she had done all these horrible things and she wasn't sure she could handle that. She , once again, stormed past him, however this time remained in the same room as she hovered on front of the window, staring out into the almost dark sky. All he bowed his head, this was why he wanted to hide it from her, hoped that she wouldn't ever have to read this paper. To protect her from the pain she was experiencing.
"No." He whispered after a moment, though it was loud enough for her to hear, "because you know that none of that is true."
"Isn't it?" she scoffed without looking at him.
"NO! Of course it's not!" he raised his own voice as he stood up, in an attempt to get through to her. "You know perfectly well that my family was not happy when you and I got together!"
"Your kids seem to think you were. You two appeared to have the perfect marriage they claim. Did you read that bit Peter? Did you make it that far before I interrupted you?" She turned to look at him, all the pain and anger in the world could be reflected from her eyes.
"Well they are lying!" he shouted back being suddenly angry with his kids, and with Paula.
"Really?" she asked sceptically.
"YES!"
"The interview is packed with comments about how much they love you and how they blame me for taking you away from them. How they feel like they have lost their father and don't feel like they are as important to you as they thought. How do you think that makes me feel? To know that I have cause pain to two kids, to know that they resent me for taking your love away from them. If that's what I've done." By the time she finished her ramble the tears were flowing freely down her cheeks, she had just found her new low.
"You haven't done anything of the sort! I love my kids!" he was still shouting but mostly just to make sure she was hearing him. "But I also love you." He finished in a quiet voice, as if it was his last hope at ending their argument.
Kelly didn't reply. She just stood there, breathing harshly and staring at him, realising for the first time since her discovery of the article that this was hurting him too. She was hurting him by taking her own fury out on him. It wasn't his fault, this affected him too even if the paper focused most of the blame on her. She loved him too.
As he watched her expression change he hoped that he had gotten through to her. She inhaled a long staggered breath as she attempted to calm herself.
"I'm sorry." She wept.
"Oh baby," he stepped forward and closed whatever gap lay between them, he pulled her into his embrace, a little relieved when she wrapped her arms tight around his middle and buried her face into his chest.
"I'm so sorry, I know it's not your fault." She sniffed into his shirt.
He allowed his hands to run over her back for a moment as he tried to calm her maybe even relax her a little. When he heard her weak voice apologising he pulled her head from his chest and cupped her cheeks using his thumbs to dry her tears.
"And it's not your fault." He told her as their eyes met.
In his eyes she saw his sincerity. He was talking about everything, not just the article, the whole basis of their relationship, the fact that some people were hurting over what had happened. It wasn't her fault. She would believe anything he told her, because she loved and trusted him. She felt him kiss her forehead and allowed him to lead her to the bed where he sat her down and then faced her.
"We can't let this get between us baby, that's exactly what they want." He had to move his head slightly to make eye contact.
She nodded in agreement.
"I'm sorry that I wanted to and tried to keep it from you...I just wanted to...protect you I guess, prevent you from getting hurt." Now it was his eyes that fell to look at his hands as he realised his obvious failure.
"I know." She whispered and stroked his cheek. She waited until he looked back up into her eyes again before she spoke some more. "We'll get through this together, right?"
"Of course! Together we are strong enough to do anything. We are unbreakable baby. Because I love you. He paused to allow her to add her bit.
"And I love you."
"Exactly." He finished and that's all that matters."
She shared a small smile with him before she allowed him to place a delicate but sweet kiss on her lips.
They lay together in the darkness, tight in each other's arms seeking the comfort and safety that it always brought them. For now it was peaceful but they knew that tomorrow they would have to face the music and stand up for themselves and each other.
"Oh my God." Kelly startled him slightly as she sat upright and ran a hand through her hair.
"What? What's wrong?"
"That's why you didn't get that job isn't it? I just realised. They turned you down because of me, the article. Oh Peter I'm so sorry honey."
He was slightly surprised that the thought had just seemed to cross her mind. He knew somewhere in his head that the paper was the exact reason why they sent him packing, but Kelly shouldn't be taking the blame for that.
"No, don't you dare apologise." He sat up bringing himself up next to her. "We don't know that they refused me because of that, however if is is the reason why then I wouldn't want to work with people like them anyway."
She looked a little unconvinced but let it slide for just now. "What are we going to do? How are we going to resolve this...mess?"
"Well, right now we are going to sleep..." She went to interrupt but he wouldn't let her, "we are both exhausted and need to rest, then in the morning we are going to pack a bag and leave L.A. for a little while until this all blows over."
"That sounds like a plan" she conceded. "Where will we go?"
"Anywhere."
She pondered the thought for a moment before looking at him in hopes of him having an answer.
"What about your place in Canada?" he asked.
"It's only a small apartment because David made me sell my house." She warned him.
"That's all we need."
"That and each other?" she half joked.
"Yeah, that and each other." He agreed as he placed a lingering kiss on her lips. "Now come on let's get some sleep and I will phone the airline first thing in the morning.
They fell asleep wrapped safely in each other's arms, forgetting their troubles for a few hours and regaining the strength they had lost during the course of the day.
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"Baby are you ready to go?" Kelly shouted up to Peter from the kitchen where she drank the last couple of gulps from her coffee mug.
Since waking up this morning Kelly had been feeling that getting away from the misery and the press in LA for a little while was a fantastic idea. In fact right now she was just anxious to get going, the quicker the better as far as she was concerned. Peter had phoned the airline and managed to book them on a flight, first class, up to Toronto. She only hoped that they could make it onto the plane without drawing too much attention to themselves.
"Ready when you are." He smiled slightly as he hovered in the door frame watching her.
"Okay, then we should get going."
He stopped her as she went to walk past him. Taking her by the hands he turned her around to look at him.
"Are you sure you're alright? You seem a little nervous."
"I'm fine." She tried to assure him, "I'm just anxious to get away from here for a while. Away from all the speculation." She released herself from his grasp and headed for the door and her packed, waiting bag.
"Me too, but you seem especially on edge." He joined her at the door watching her assemble her jacket on her body.
"Peter, I'm fine." She said sternly as her hand met the door handle and she swung it open.
They both blinked ferociously as flashes went off from the cameras that now appeared before them. Men and women holding notepads and pens stood mere inches away from them, practically blocking their way and shouting questions at them. Kelly started to freak out at the sight of the paparazzi on their lawn and reacted by slamming the door shut again, anything to make it go away.
"Yeah, I'm not okay." She shook her head as she looked at him helplessly. Hoping he had a plan.
"This is ridiculous!" he exclaimed, "They have no right to harass you like this!"
"No! They have no right to harass us like this," Kelly felt the need to correct him.
He reached out to her and pulled her into his embrace feeling her chest rise and fall against his as they breathed heavily.
"Maybe we should wait until they get bored and leave." Kelly suggested.
She was really not used to this. Never before has she opened her door to find paparazzi. In actual fact, never before had there been more than two photographers taking snapshots of her at one time. This was so surreal and unnerving.
"We can't we'll miss the flight. We are just going to have to walk through them."
"Are you crazy!"
"It's our only option."
"You are crazy!" she was almost hysterical and she could feel herself sweating as she slammed her head back onto his chest.
"It will be fine." He made her step back so that she looked at him while he shared his instructions. "Just, keep walking, don't say anything and keep hold of my hand."
She just nodded. This was so absurd and surreal.
As Peter stepped forward to open the door she tugged at his hand with the fingers that were linked through his making him stop and turn to her.
"I'm frightened." She whispered feeling quite stupid.
"I know, me too." He tried to comfort her. "Just take a deep breath and let's go."
He waited a moment until she inhaled deeply and nodded slightly at him. He flung the door open, finding that the cameras and people startled him as much this time as they had the first time. He himself drew in a deep breath before pulling Kelly outside which seemed to cause a rumble amongst their "guests" as they only stopped to lock the door.
The fright on Kelly's face was evident, she was finding this bizarre situation too overwhelming, but then so was Peter. He felt her tighten her gip on his hand as her nails dug in slightly when he began parting the way through them all an leading her to the car. The yelling of questions was hard to ignore, these people were desperate to know more, however they knew whatever they answered would be twisted to seem different that the reality of the situation, and therefore it was safer not to answer at all. Though it was hard.
"Where are you going?" someone shouted.
None of your damn business Peter thought to himself.
"Running away? Been caught guilty and now showing the coward in you?" someone cheekily continued.
Kelly was finding this distressing as they were now about half way through the crowd of unwanted attention. Peter was really angry, first they show up unannounced, uninvited and most definitely unwanted, then they start more accusations and being disrespectful to Kelly, he couldn't take it. He was literally about to snap, as he felt the steam of fury escape from his ears.
"Write this down." He heard one reporter on his left say to his partner. "Guilty actress Kelly Rowan flees her LA home with the word coward written all over her, after the recent revelations of how she tore apart her co-workers happy family for her own gain. There is not a single feeling of remorse for the pain and suffering she has caused others evident about her. In fact she seems almost proud."
On hearing this Peter stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face the two men involved, he couldn't let that was slide.
"Bull shit!" he shouted at them. "How dare you talk about her like that! Like she isn't a victim in all of this! Your lies and deceit will come back to haunt you one day..." he was so angry his face turned red, she had only ever seen him shout like this while acting before and even then it wasn't as scary as this, this was a man completely enraged and wanting to fight for what was right. The only thing stopping him from punching that reporter she guess was that he had a bag in one hand and her clutching desperately to the other.
"Don't Peter" she choked out. "They are not worth it." She began to drag him onwards only wanting to reach the car and escape.
"Is your affair worth it?" Another reported shouted as they were almost at the car, this time a woman.
Peter was so angry by this time that he couldn't stop himself from shouting back once again as he zapped the car open and lead Kelly to the passenger door.
"It's NOT an affair! We love each other!" he didn't care how cheesy they would think it sounded, he was so mad and desperately trying not to over step the mark like they were.
He opened her door and helped her into the passenger seat waiting until she fastened her seatbelt before he even thought about closing the door again.
"Peter, get in the car and let's just go." She begged him, knowing that all he really wanted to do at this very moment was start a fight and defend her.
He just nodded at her as he closed her door and made his way around to the driver's seat.
"You're all trespassing and if you aren't all gone in ten minutes then I will sue each and every one of you!" He shouted before jumping in the car, starting the engine and roaring out of the driveway, taking an unusual route in case any tried to follow them.
He had gotten the last word.
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"So much for not saying anything." Kelly tried to joke and break what she felt was an awkward silence in the tense air between them. But he took it the wrong way.
"I'm sorry okay." He said defensively. "You didn't hear what they were saying about you and I lost it. I won't have anyone disrespecting you like that..."
"Peter, honey, It's okay, I was joking, badly, but I was still joking." She reached her hand over claiming his spare on that rested on his leg and linked her fingers through his own slightly plumper ones trying to show how grateful she was that he defended her in such an insanely terrifying situation.
"I feel like everyone is looking at us and watching our every move." Kelly whispered to him later on as they sat close together with her head on his shoulder at the airport.
"Well then let them look." He kissed the part of her head that he could reach before she lifted it off his shoulder so that they could look at each other. "We have nothing to hide or be ashamed of."
Kelly couldn't help but smile at him. She knew that whatever trouble they were being put through, if the world was testing them, their strength, their love, they would get through it. As long as they had each other nothing else mattered. She couldn't stop herself from leaning up and catching his lips in hers. He was slightly surprised but was by no means going to stop her or pull away. With all the craziness of that morning he was glad to get lost in her, kiss, her taste, even if it would only be for a few moments.
He felt her deepen the kiss and again obliged opening his lips and following suit. Their tongues met briefly as they shared a sweet flavour of themselves. Both let it last for a decent length of time without getting too carried away before Kelly finally pulled away and flashed him a slight grin.
"I love you." She whispered.
"I love you too baby." Was the anticipated reply.
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It wasn't until slightly later that evening that they finally made it to her apartment in Toronto. Both shattered from the endless waiting about at the airports they made their way to bed deciding to go to the supermarket in the morning and fetch whatever supplies they felt they might need while staying here. They lay in bed, cuddled together, sharing sweet kisses and loving stares but neither particularly in the mood to take it any further. They just wanted to feel each other's presence and comfort.
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As they walked to the supermarket the next morning Kelly couldn't help but notice how people weren't staring at them. Well most of the people weren't and anyone that was looking in their direction had the simple excuse that they were celebrities and it was an exciting thing to see. Coming here was a good idea, she thought to herself. A good escape. Well almost, her mind was not really at the point of forgetting the article yet, but as long as there wasn't any other ones staring her in the face and laughing at her for the time being she would cope just fine.
She stood in the middle of the shop looking on the magazine rack, she might get bored later and want to read a magazine, she began to wonder just how much of what she would read would actually be true. As she flicked through the pages of a fairly popular Canadian magazine something caught her eye. David.
Peter saw her standing at the magazine stand and knew that she could potentially take a long time to pick an entertaining enough magazine. It was a little ironic actually, that such lies had been written about them and much to their dismay, people believed them, but whenever they picked up a magazine and read about someone else they also believed it. He headed over to her hoping that he would manage to get her to just quickly take a couple and then help him with the rest of the shopping, say for food. He wrapped his arms around her from behind as he let her know he was there, just as he was about to place a kiss on her neck he noticed what she was reading.
"David's got a new girlfriend." She stated bluntly.
"Does that bother you?" he asked cautiously.
Although slightly shocked at his question she decided just to answer it.
"No." She shook her head. "What bothers me is the lovely little paragraph about me."
Peter immediately sensed her sarcasm causing him to take the magazine from her grasp and begin reading at the spot that he finger pointed to. It was going on about David and how his new girlfriend has promised him that he wouldn't hurt him like Kelly had, that nobody should ever be hurt like that and how Kelly doesn't know what she gave up, the line that he noticed most, and guessed that she did too, was the new girlfriend claiming that Kelly had broken his heart and broken his family, especially his relationship with his son.
"His son is a baby, how can their relationship be broken?" He found himself thinking out loud until he looked up and saw her defeated expression.
"Oh baby," he put the magazine back on the shelf, "she's just wanting publicity and trying to make it look like she is a complete angel who isn't just after his money, I mean look, it said she's half his age!"
Kelly was grateful for his attempt to make her feel better but it failed to really help. "Yeah and she's using me to do it."
He didn't have any more words to say to her that he hadn't already said without revisiting the LA paper fiasco.
"Let's just go back to the apartment." She gave up.
"But the food."
"We'll order in." And with that she walked out the door leaving him to follow.
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"You wanna tell me what's bothering you?" he asked her later on as they lay together on the sofa listening to music.
"Who says something's bothering me?"
"Baby come on, I can tell, don't try to hide it."
"I was just thinking about this whole thing and yesterday when we were leaving LA and that reporter referred to me as a coward."
"Uh huh?" he had to admit he was a little worried where this was going.
"Well I think that he was right."
"What?"
"I am being a coward. I mean someone writes something about me, about us, in a paper which is totally untrue and negative and what do we do? We run away."
"Are you calling me a coward too?"
"After the way you spoke to that reporter to defend me? Never." She joked back before turning serious again. "I'm being serious. I feel like a complete wimp. I can't help but think maybe we should have stayed in LA and dealt with it head on, as daunting as that would be."
"So what are you saying? You wanna go back to LA?"
"Maybe."
He raised his eyebrows and she knew she had to explain further.
"Today in the shop when I saw that passage in the magazine, I realised that no matter where we are we can't escape the press. Today just proved that. Why leave our home to cower away from bad publicity because it upsets us or makes us angry and go somewhere that isn't home where there is only more bad publicity. Does that make sense?" she was slightly afraid of what he was thinking.
"Yeah." He nodded while processing all that she was saying. He had to admit that she had a point.
"So you want to go back home and face whatever comes our way?" he asked as he ran his hand through her soft hair.
"I think it's necessary." She nodded. "But what do you think? I mean this doesn't only affect me."
"I think..." he paused for a moment to get his word choice right. "I think that first of all that you are making a very brave decision and that if it's what you want then you know I will support you."
She smiled at his sincerity. "Yes, but what do you want?"
"I want you to be happy."
It wasn't exactly the answer she was looking for but it was sweet and she would accept it for now. Leaning down to meet his lips they shared a soft tender kiss.
"So are we going home?" he sought confirmation.
"We're going home." Kelly repeated before kissing him again.
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It was a couple night after that and they were back home and trying to deal with all the crap the newspapers and also now the magazines were publishing in an attempt to publicly shame them. The first thing they did when they got home was phone their friends: the other cast members, and Josh to explain the situation and make sure none of them were judging them like the rest of LA seemed to be. Both had to admit it was hard feeling like they couldn't leave their house for fear of being Photographed and another story being constructed about them, but they had to live through it and be as normal as possible. Most of all they had to try and keep their relationship where it had always been: strong. With their frustration they sometimes took it out on the other but became accustom to not being offended by the other. Neither of them wanted to fight with their other half. Surely the press couldn't get much more on them, would get bored of writing about them or a brand new and exciting scandal would happen and they would be off the hook, but until then they would seemingly just have to wait it out.
They sat on the couch watching the television, enjoying the silent company with each other when a two minute celebrity news programme happened to come on during one of the commercial breaks of the programme they were watching. Of course, once again, they had made the headline. Maybe this was all getting a bit too much.
Peter watched Kelly closely, every time the words, "happy family" and "broken" or "destroyed" appeared in line with her name there was something in her expression that showed him she still felt responsible for what had happened, that she didn't fully believe she hadn't ruined any happiness.
"Your still insecure about that aren't you?"
Kelly was surprised at his question but couldn't say no and lie to him.
"I just...I can't help but think that your kids are hurting and it's because I took you from them."
Peter rubbed his forehead with his palm. What could he do to show her that his kids didn't hate her, that they would accept her if they took the chance to know her, if they saw how happy she made him compared to how he used to be.
"I mean it's kind of hard to ignore when it's in every paper and magazine in the city and now on the telly."
He pulled himself off the couch as he made his way over to the table. "I'm going to put a stop to this once and for all."
"How?" she asked confused at his sudden thought. "Peter, what are you doing?"
"I'm making a phone call."
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