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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He's holding Mia in his arms so she can tuck her head to his shoulder, and looks at Juliet. "We should just go back to the hotel, get a nap or something."
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Being upset with him doesn't mean she stops loving him, he tells himself.
Damien rubs her back a little, trying to soothe her. "No, Mia. We're gonna back to the hotel and you're gonna take a nap." He says all of this gently, but firmly. "We'll come back tomorrow."
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While they walk and Damien has one arm around Mia, holding her, Juliet looks at Damien and then slips her hand into his, squeezing once. "Good job," she smiles at him softly. But she leaves her hand in his the entire walk through the park toward the front gates.
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He gets into the other bed, sprawling out on his stomach, but facing them. "Today was really fun, Jules."
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"Get a little sleep," he whispers to her.
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When she gets back, she has chicken strips for Mia with french fries and fruit, a burger and fries for Damien, and a pasta dish with a side salad and bread for herself. They settle in to eat together, then after about an hour go to the pool. Mia has a little polka dot Minnie Mouse swimsuit, and Juliet's wearing a black bikini. She knows this will wear Mia out again and bed time will be easy.
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Juliet is so fucking sexy, and it's hard not to stare at her as they go swimming, with Damien in Mickey Mouse boxers to match Mia.
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"Yeah, baby," he grins at her, kissing her and scooping her up, carrying her over to the slide so they can go down it together.
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