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Ch. 19: Truths

Darcy's POV

           "Darcy," Charlotte called out. Her voice, pulling me back from somewhere I hadn't even realized I had gone to. I shook my head slightly and turned toward her. Even while upset, she was still beautiful. There was just a softness about her that had always attracted me and made me weak to the knees. She raised and eyebrow and gestured my way. Seemingly wanting me to start talking. "I'm waiting." She added.

        It wasn't that I didn't have things to say, because God knows I had plenty to tell her; so no, it wasn't that. The thing was, though I had a fountain of words ready to be spilled, I just didn't know where to start.

        Anger was the feeling that was radiating from her, blasting hot waves that I knew only very specific things I say could cool it. I smiled at her and said the first thing that came to my mind. "I love you."

        Nothing more than a soft sigh but I knew how much she loved hearing those words from me. I've learned in those two years that we've been back together that only the mention of my love for her was enough to turn her frown upside down. Though this worked mostly on meaningless issues, but I knew I had to try something.

       She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "I'm two seconds away from walking out. And trust me, you don't want that." She could be quite stubborn, this woman. But I knew, I knew that she wasn't willing to hear that because she already had her mind set on being upset. But I also knew that I only needed to make hear me. So I tried again.

          "I love you." This time more firmly and with conviction because that, that was the honest truth. She glared at me.

          "Darcy_"

          "No, hear me, hear this, I love you," I said again because she needed to hear it. "And when you love someone, you're ready to do the impossible to keep that person happy. To have them always smiling because that's where you get your happiness from." I started, before delving deeper in the real matter at hand. I had no doubt that she knew I loved her and would give her the moon, if only to make her happy, but I needed to say those things for her to understand my reasoning and why I made those decisions.

           "I promised you, Charlotte, that I would do anything possible to keep Jemma away and for you to not have to worry about her taking Sebastian from you. And I know you might not see it right now, but I'm doing this for you. Letting her see him once or twice a week for an hour or so isn't perfect by all means, but it's at least a start, if it means no courts and no lawyers." I wasn't nearly done, but I stopped so she could absorb what I had just said.

          She needed to understand that what I was doing was beneficial for us more than anything. I would rather let Jemma see Sebastian for a few hours a week under supervision, than to drag us and the kid through months, if not years of custody battles and court hearings. Sebastian definitely didn't deserve that and now that I knew Charlotte was pregnant, my decision seemed even more justified.

            So I waited for her to say something, anything really, as long as it wasn't the silence that seemed to be dragging toward infinity. As long as she talked, as long as she had something to say, all wasn't lost. With Charlotte, I've learned a few things a long the way, mostly of how her mind works and how she approached certain situations.

           We weren't a perfect couple, we definitely had our moments but we learned to deal with them in ways that were convenient. It was all part of the growth process. You grow both as individuals and as a pair. And through all of that, I've learned that the second she was quiet, the second she seemed like she had nothing else to say, that was when you knew all hope was lost and when that happened, you made sure you fixed it,  whatever it was.