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Emily and David continued living their routine for the upcoming 2 months. The routine remained the same for the past 4 years, so was their behavior. Except this time, they didn’t only behave like a couple. They were a couple. They have yet to have been grilled about David's new status and the option for their on screen relationship to turn into an off screen one, but they knew it wouldn't be too long. Emily often joked about the fact that they were a cliché. David agreed, but reminded her neither of them ever dated a co-star, and neither of them ever will again.
She'd roll her eyes smiling cynically at his cheesiness, when in fact – it moved her. David being so positive of the fact that they were meant to be together, to stick together 'till the end, be so certain that he'd never look at another woman like that again… it excited her, and she couldn’t wait for what the future with him would bring.
It didn’t take too long for David to move in with Emily to her level of the duplex. They already spent every waking moment together, why not spend the other moments together as well? David offered Jamie to come back to their old house and stay there with Jaden, so that they could keep things as normal as possible for him and their unborn daughter. Jamie didn’t know for certainty about Emily and David, but Emily suspected Jamie always had her in the back of her mind.
On one Thursday, Emily got an incredibly rare day off. David found it extremely hard to drag himself out of bed that morning, warning her he'll have a miserable day without her. She in return, warned him he'll have an even more miserable night if he didn’t leave her alone and allow her to continue sleeping.
He wasn’t proud of it, but he rushed his scenes and duties, begging Hart to let him leave earlier. Hart, having suffered his whining all day long, finally resorted, not before letting David know he's really pathetic when Emily's not around him. David didn’t disagree, and tapped Hart on the shoulder before rushing out to the parking lot.
"Em?" he called as he entered the house.
She didn’t reply but he heard faint sounds coming from the living room. When he walked in, he found her sitting on the couch, sobbing to her hands, and Zooey kneeling down in front of her, rubbing her arms soothingly.
"What the hell happened?" he asked worried.
Zooey turned her head to him startled, Emily didn’t even acknowledge him.
"Emily, what's wrong?" he tried again.
He placed his keys on the coffee table with shaky hands, drawing closer to her.
"Did I do something?" he asked Zooey carefully.
He couldn’t remember having done something offensive to her since he left that morning. They've talked 4 times on the phone during the day and ended each conversation on a good note, hell – he even lowered the toilet seat before he left for work that morning!
"No." She shook her head whispering.
"OK, I got it, Zooey. Thanks." He signaled her to leave.
"Don’t be ridiculous, she's my sister and she's upset…"
"Yeah well right now I'd like to see what's wrong with my girlfriend if you don’t mind." He cut her off.
"David, I…"
"Hey, I have a question." He suddenly said.
"What?" she asked confused, standing up to meet his eyes.
"I mean, I think I speak on behalf of the entire male population when I ask – did you really?" he asked.
"Did I really what?" she was getting annoyed.
"Kiss a girl and liked it?"
"Oh my God!" she groaned infuriated.
"Yeah, seriously, thanks for your help. Now please let me speak to Emily." He asked.
She left to her side of the duplex, not before giving him a light shove on the chest. She loved that he was so infatuated with her sister, but sometimes his stubbornness was really irritating.
"Baby…" David knelt down in front of Emily and cupped her face. "Emily, tell me what's wrong, hun."
He lowered her hands from her face and noticed how flushed her cheeks were and how swollen her eyes were from crying this excessively. He'd seen her break down before, seen her cry more times than he'd wished he has, but never like this. She never reached a point where she couldn’t muster out an explanation. She was sobbing uncontrollably, and he was scared.
"Babe, you're scaring me." He whispered to her cheek, kissing it softly. "Please tell me what's wrong… is someone hurt, a-are you…?"
He stuttered, too scared to finish his question. She managed a slight shake of her head and he hugged her tightly, sighing into her hair. She grasped his waist and he felt her sobs subside and her breathing slowing its pace. He stroked her hair as he pulled away from the hug and looked her straight in the eyes, his own eyes watering to the sight of her so distressed.
Suddenly her cell phone rang from its position on the couch next to her. David sighed and picked it up, looking at the screen.
"It's Megan." He informed her, before answering the call, well aware of the fact that Emily's in no position to talk. "Hi Megan."
"Who the fuck is this?" she answered annoyed.
"David, Megan. So lovely to hear your voice, too." He replied cynically.
"David I swear to God, you fix this and you fix this now!" she blasted in response.
"Whoa Meg, hold on, what the hell are you talking about?" he asked confused.
"I'm talking about your fucking wife giving that fucking interview to that half-ass writer at Variety! I mean Jesus Christ David, does it run in your family to think out of your asses?!"
"OK first of all, she's not my wife…" David corrected her. "And that's just one of the many, many wrong things you said in that one sentence. Would you please explain to me what I've missed?"
"Oh, only that fucking shameless bunny trashing my girl all over town calling her a home wrecker!"
Megan was Emily's publicist, and while Emily always used to joke at how she thinks Megan's been watching too much Entourage, David couldn’t help but think this time that foul language was in place. Home wrecker? His Emily?!
"Ok, let's just try and relax. This is the mother of my children you're talking about. I'm sure no one will take notice to it anyway; everyone knows Variety is just a shitty piece of paper. Its only purpose is to pad the floor for your dog's piss." He tried to calm her.
"Be that as if may, Jamie still blabbed in it, talking shit about my girl! Do you have any idea what bad press this would do to her? To you? The show?" she asked furiously.
"Megan, we know better than that, who the fuck cares?" he exclaimed.
"Everybody, David! This isn’t high school! This is Hollywood!" she called.
"OK. I need to talk to Emily now." He said quietly before hanging up.
He threw the cell phone on the couch and reached his hand to hers, lifting her off the couch. She immediately crashed into his chest and he hugged her tightly, resting his chin on the top of her head. She sniffed, nuzzling her nose against his neck, her hands stroking the back of his head.
"You're not a home wrecker." He promised, tightening his grip around her waist. "I mean, you must know that, right?"
"I don’t know." She finally answered, her voice hoarse and tired.
"Hey," he pulled away and cupped her face. "Listen to me. You are many, many things. Home wrecker is definitely not one of these things. I was the one betraying my wife, you weren't even involved in that!"
"But I was the reason, you said so yourself…"
"Emi, you didn’t make me cheat. That girl I slept with was a massive lack of judgment, a cowardly act. It's not like you came and seduced me. Well, not deliberately…" he rolled his eyes and she chuckled. It was like music to his ears. "I love you, baby. And I will make this right, I promise."
"How?" she asked worriedly.
"Have faith in your man, babe!" he asked and she smiled.
"What man, all I see around here is you…" she said cynically and he pinched the side of her body.
"What am I gonna do with you…?" he muttered before kissing her.
"Marry me." She simply said as they pulled away.
"Oh, but what would Perry say?" he asked appalled.
She laughed, for the first time in a very long day and he followed. He pulled her into a hug, lifting her off the ground.
"Baby, we're getting married."
-THE END-
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