Summary: Set ten years after high school. Julie is making drastic changes in her life. Portman is tired of being alone. Can they make things work?
Pairing: Julie/Adam for now.
Rating: T for now, nothing too major.
AN: Guess who's been writing again? Sorry it took me so long, but I've had a lot to deal with in the past several months. I know I said that I was going to post the last part of the trilogy, but I had a great idea for a new story. I hope all of you like it.
Disclaimer: I haven't own them any other time I've written one of these. Do you think something has magically changed since then? I didn't think so.
Julie Banks knew all marrriages had there rough spots. But she was at a loss as to who to make hers work. It didn't help that he husband Adam was never there. Long enough to sleep most nights then he was gone again first thing the next morning. She felt like she raising their kids alone.
How do you tell someone to pull their weight without staring an argument? She didn't know; but she wished that she did. To make matters worse her best friend was over a thousand miles away in New York. She had people she could talk in Minneapolis, but no one that knew her the way Connie did.
"Momma?" Her daughter said standing next to her.
"Hmm?" Julie said running a hand through the girls curls.
"I'm hungry; and Nate needs to be changed. He's wet."
"Okay, I'll be right there." Julie said with a nod.
Peyton was only four, but she knew what was going on with her parents. Julie that she had been doing a good job of hiding it. She'd just have to try a little harder.
Julie walked through the back door hearing Peyton playing with Nate in the living room. She stood against the door jamb watching them interact. At six months Nate looked like Adam while Peyton looked like Julie. She saw the same hopefullness in her little girls eyes that she used to have. What had happened to that woman?
It had been a long, hard day. All Charlie wanted to do was pop open a beer and forget about the day. The papers weighing down his briefcase reminded him that he'd be grading papers all night.
Being a high school History teacher wasn't what he had envisioned for himself while still in high school. But he had married young, with the hope of starting a family. So he had been practical; eight years and no kids later he was still happy with the decision. Even if his wife wasn't.
He set his jacket and briefcase on the bench by the door as he pulled his tie loose. His wife could be heard in their bedroom so he made his way down the hall.
Linda was moving around the room gathering her things. Three suitcases sat open on the bed as she gathered clothes from the closet.
"Hon?" Charlie said breaking the silence.
Linda froze where she was. She slowly turned not meeting his gaze.
"What are you doing?" He asked entering the room.
"I'm leaving." She said gathering enough courage to look at him.
"Charlie this isn't working. I'm not happy anymore."
"We can make this work." He said walking over to her.
He reached out to her but she moved out of reach. She shook her head with a sigh.
"You haven't done anything wrong. I don't want you to think that this is your fault."
"How long have you felt this way?"
"A couple of months. There are seperation papers on the kitchen table. I need you to sign them before I leave." She said going back to what she was doing.
Charlie walked out of the room making his way to the kitchen. Sure enough there were papers sitting at his spot at the table. He slowly picked them up with his eyes shut.
The papers felt heavy in his hands. He slowly opened them his eyes feeling the sting of tears. He blinked them back not wanting to cry while Linda was there. He didn't need her feeling sorry for him.
He read the document carefully before shaking his head. Part of him didn't want to sign them. He wanted to make his marriage work. But he knew that wasn't what Linda wanted. He signed them with a shaky hand before silently walking out the front door. He didn't want to be their when she left. He didn't know if he could live there without her.
Connie felt bad for making Julie wait two weeks before coming out to see her. She couldn't get away from work. She knew Julie needed her there by the sound of her voice. She had never heard her best friend sound so strained or stressed.
Julie was waiting at the gate when Connie stepped out of the terminal. Connie smiled seeing her God Daughter and God Son. Nate had changed so much in the four months since she had seen him last.
Julie gave her a weak smile as she hugged Peyton tightly. Connie met her eyes over the little girls shoulders and returned the smile with a reassuring one.
The ride to Julie's was filled with silence. Once they were home Peyton went across the street to play. Julie put Nate down for a nap while Connie sat on the front porch. Julie came out with the baby monitar a minute later.
"So, what's been going on?"
"I don't know where to begin." Julie said with a sigh.
"He's been staying at Guy's a lot. Charlie's living with him now."
"Why? Did something happen between him and Linda?"
"She left him."
"Bitch." Connie said under her breath.
"Just because you never liked her doesn't make her a bad person."
"You always have been non-confrontational off the ice. How did we become best friends again?" Connie asked teasing her.
"You know what? I don't know." Julie said laughing.
Connie wrapped her arms around Julie's shoulders. Julie lay her head on Connie's shoulder feeling herself relax.
"Are you still having trouble getting Adam to talk to you?"
"I can't get him to stay around long enough. When he is her I'm usually already in bed. Then he slips out early the next morning."
"Why don't you go over to Guys and talk to him? I'll watch Peyton and Nate."
"I've tried forcing him to talk already. All it got me is an hour of yelling and a night of crying."
"I'm sorry." Connie said rubbing her shoulder.
"I don't know what I'm gonna do."
"Do you still love him?"
"I do, but I think his opinion of me has changed." Julie said sniffling.
"Uh-uh, you are not gonna cry. I won't let you."
Julie wiped her eyes knowing Connie was right. She was glad that she would be around for a little while. Even if was for only a week. Julie was going to take what she could get.