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Recalling the past	By : larifoc Category: Individual Celebrities > Gerard Butler Views: 4652 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Recalling the past.
Author:Larissa
Summary: Someone comes back into her life.
Rating: R.
Pairing(s): Gerard Butler and "you".
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Gerard Butler.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters listed in this story nor do I make any money out of it.

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Chapter 6:

“You mean your son…” your friend finally says after recovering from the shock.

“Is his son too.” You finish for her.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

You stay by the window watching as your friend walks back to the couch and carefully sits down. You both stay quiet for a few moments until you decide to break the silence.

“You know how conservative my family is… specially my father. If he knew back then that I was pregnant he’d kill me. So…”

“You got married to your old school friend.” Your friend completes your sentence nodding her head. “My God! I didn’t have the slightest idea… I mean, I knew you didn’t love your husband and I couldn’t understand why you were married to him. But the thought of you getting married while pregnant from another man never crossed my mind!”

“When I found out I was pregnant he was the first man I thought of. I knew I couldn’t tell the truth to my parents. So I ran to his house. You know, he was always asking me out. So I went to look for him and a month later we were married… And of course, I had to do all the talking about premature born and all of that. Now, the man who left me in that hotel room alone is back and I don’t know what to do!… What if he found out and wants to take my son from me?!” you blurt out not even thinking about what you’re saying.

“How could he know? Nobody knows about this… right?” Your friend asks as you sit down on the couch beside her. You shake your head “no” as she takes your hands in hers and looks at you as a mother would look at her daughter.

“Look, honey. I really think you should tell this man the truth.”

“What?” you scream looking at her as if she had two heads. “No! No, no, no, I can’t. He’d take him from me.”

“How do you know that? He knew the risks of getting you pregnant and still he didn’t use protection. What makes you think he cares?”

“If he doesn’t care, then why should I tell him?”

“Because it’s the right thing to do. He has a son… maybe even more around the world… it doesn’t matter. He has the right to know.”

“He lost that right long ago when he left me.”

“You know that’s not true. Besides, what do you have to loose?”

“My son?”

“Do you really think this man can take him from you? He left you! It’s legally impossible for him to take your son from you! And, frankly, I don’t think he’d want to do that!”

“I don’t know… I have to think about this… I mean, if he does want to take my son from me I’ll kill him. And if he doesn’t, then what’s the point? It means he doesn’t want nothing to do with him then why should I bother telling him the truth?”

“Don’t be so extreme! What if it’s the one in between these two choices? Think about your son… Your ex-husband is traveling around the world, not even bothering to call you to know how he is. What if later you find out this Gerard Butler would have made a great father and you prevented your son from having that?”

“Why are you defending him now? A few minutes ago you were calling him a bastard!”

“Because I saw the happiness in my husband’s eyes when I told him he was going to be a father. Trust me, every person in the world should have the chance to feel that way… even a bastard. Just give him the choice to feel this way. If he doesn’t take the opportunity it means he is not ready to be a father. But your conscience will be clear… Just tell me you’ll think about it.”

“Alright, I will.” You say not yet convinced, but not wanting to prolong that talk. “And now I have to go… Thanks for everything honey! I don’t know what I’d do without you…” you say as you hold her.

“You’re welcome. Remember, if you need me, I’m here.”

She walks with you to the door and you both say good-bye.

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“There’s a man waiting for you in your office. I told him you had left and I didn’t know when you were coming back, but he insisted on waiting for you there.” Your secretary says as you walk inside the door.

“What man?” you say stopping to look at her.

“A Mr. Butler.”

“What? And you let him in!”

“I’m really sorry, but he said he had talked to you yesterday…”

You don’t let her finish and run to your office.

He is standing by the widow and turns around to look at you when you enter your office.

He’s got his hands in the pockets of his black trousers. His white shirt is half buttoned showing off great part of his chest.

You feel your knees weaken as you stare in his eyes. Those eyes that made you loose your mind three years ago. It’s amazing how he managed to get even more handsome.

You throw your purse on a nearby chair and slowly walk towards him. His eyes fly over your body as he examines you from head to toe.

You feel your body getting warmer, responding to the feeling of his eyes burning over your skin. Focus you silly woman. You can’t let him control you like that! you think as you stop in front of him.

“Why are you here?” you ask looking at your feet not able to look at him in the eyes.

He takes one hand from his pocket and places under your chin lifting your face to look at him.

Your eyes rest first on his mouth and then move to his eyes. You swallow hard letting yourself dive in that bright green color. It’s so comforting to be standing there looking at his face… it feels so right.

“I wanted to see you.” He says moving his hand to your cheek and caressing your face lightly. His voice melts through your ears and you feel butterflies flying in your stomach. Oh, this accent will be the death of me…

You shake your head, trying to concentrate.

“Oh! You left me alone in a hotel room three years ago… but now you want to see me?!” you shoot at him not being able to control yourself.

He takes his hand from your face and places it back inside his pocket.

“And what did you expect I did? Married you?” he asks in a calm tone.

“You could have at least said good-bye. I woke up and you were gone! If it wasn’t for the bruises you left in body I would have thought you didn’t exist!”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d care so much. I felt it would be better if I simply left you sleeping.” He says looking down to the floor.

“What do you want here now? Why did you come here?”

“I told you… I’m here for the premier and I saw you there with your son and I thought I’d say hi…”

“Well, you said hi there in the park. Why the hell are you here?”

He takes a deep breath and turns around to look out the window.

“I see your face everyday… In postcards, in tv commercials… Your perfumes are really popular in Europe!” he laughs throwing a glance at you.

“So, when I got to New York and I saw you there with your son in that park I felt like talking to you. And seeing you with your kid made feel bad…” he turns back to look at you and your breath caught in your throat. He felt bad… Oh my God! He knows!

“I never got married. I don’t have kids. I think I never will… I don’t know, that just doesn’t seem to be for me you know? Family. So I saw you there with him and I just felt the need to be with you… just for a while. I’m leaving Monday after the premier.”

“And what do you want?” You ask narrowing your eyes, not sure of where he is going with that talk.

“I want to spend some time with you… just until I go back. Then I promise you’ll never see me again!” he says taking your hands in his.

You jump up when you feel his soft touch on your hands.

“What do you say we go have dinner tonight?” he asks when you don’t say anything.

“What makes you think I can go out with you?”

“Well… you’re not married…” he lifts your left hand to your face referring to the fact you’re not wearing an engagement ring. “And I suppose you don’t work at night… so…” he laughs.

“I can’t. You see, I have this perfume factory, which takes a lot of my time. It’s difficult for me to spend time with my son. So every time I have left is to stay with him. And I don’t think I can take him with us…”

“Well, we don’t have to go out… I can go to your house. We can order something and watch a movie. I just want to spend some time with you…” he says looking directly in your eyes. “Please. I promise you I won’t bother you again…”

You see the honesty in his eyes.

I know I’ll regret this…

“Fine. I’ll be waiting for you.” You sigh in defeat.
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