Juliet Burke (
dharmalady) wrote2017-04-30 06:06 pm
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Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
Juliet Scott was married for five years. Three of them were good. She was young, Damien was too. They were in love and carefree; had fun and had a lot of sex, traveled to a lot of places. She'd been on track to start med school but when she met Damien, she wanted him instead, and she thought she'd always choose him over everything.
Until she got pregnant.
He stuck around for a few months but then, conveniently his job took him away and the stretches of time between being home and being gone were longer. He was never a bad dad to Mia, not once, but it was like a chore to be home, to be a husband and civilian again. Juliet missed him but she tried to talk to him about it and it was a fight, every time. He had a job, he had missions, he couldn't just give that up. So she decided a year and a half ago to not make him choose anymore. She sent him divorce papers, certified mail, with a letter explaining to him that she was tired of feeling like she and Mia weren't a priority. Like he didn't want to be there when he was back in the states. She wasn't surprised when she got the signed paperwork back with no note in response.
She and Mia have been solo ever since, the two of them moving to Miami to be closer to Juliet's sister. Med school finally happens, and now Juliet's an intern and Mia is five. It's been hard, harder than Juliet ever thought she'd have to do on her own, but she's doing it. She's never told Damien he can't be a part of Mia's life, she's never tried to keep him away from her. When she moves, she makes sure someone in his branch of the military, wherever he is, gets her address. She's not even angry at him anymore, just sad that it ended this way between them.
Until she got pregnant.
He stuck around for a few months but then, conveniently his job took him away and the stretches of time between being home and being gone were longer. He was never a bad dad to Mia, not once, but it was like a chore to be home, to be a husband and civilian again. Juliet missed him but she tried to talk to him about it and it was a fight, every time. He had a job, he had missions, he couldn't just give that up. So she decided a year and a half ago to not make him choose anymore. She sent him divorce papers, certified mail, with a letter explaining to him that she was tired of feeling like she and Mia weren't a priority. Like he didn't want to be there when he was back in the states. She wasn't surprised when she got the signed paperwork back with no note in response.
She and Mia have been solo ever since, the two of them moving to Miami to be closer to Juliet's sister. Med school finally happens, and now Juliet's an intern and Mia is five. It's been hard, harder than Juliet ever thought she'd have to do on her own, but she's doing it. She's never told Damien he can't be a part of Mia's life, she's never tried to keep him away from her. When she moves, she makes sure someone in his branch of the military, wherever he is, gets her address. She's not even angry at him anymore, just sad that it ended this way between them.
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"Mommy says you'll always come back."
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"I will, baby. I'll always come back." But he knows as long as he goes on these missions, he can't guarantee it, not at all. So he leans in to whisper to her. "What if I just stay here, always?"
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The next morning, Juliet goes to wake Mia up for school and there's a brief moment of panic when she isn't in her bed. But then she checks Damien's room and Mia's right there, sleeping against him. She just watches for a few minutes, then takes a deep breath and lets it out softly, walking forward and waking Damien first, gently. "Hey. Time to get her around for school."
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Juliet looks at Damien at that, realizing he must have said something to her and immediately she looks wary, not sure about this being a promise Damien can keep and not that happy he's already said something to Mia.
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"Yeah, honey," he tells her, because he won't say anything different and make her sit with that during the day.
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"I'm going to work, so whatever you want here is fine. Help yourself. Mia and I get home about 5:30," she tells him. "Please try working on your job situation," Juliet says pointedly, meaning how the hell he's just going to quit his military job.
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He really has no idea what he's going to do, at all, but he better figure it out fast because if he leaves again, it's just another fucking promise he broke to his little girl. Too many of them.
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Over the next few days, it's all the same, Mia on cloud nine because her daddy is there. Juliet hasn't pushed yet, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt.
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"Alright. But look, I promise I won't...get in your way."
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