To say that Will and Amy had history, a complicated history, was an understatement to say the least. They always seemed to be some version of up or down. For a few years it had been a lot of downs. It seemed like The two of them couldnât be around each other without being incredibly toxic to each other, but they also couldnât seem to quit each other. With kids in the mix and both of them living in Vancouver, they were bound to run into each other. The last few months had been explosive (with some intermittent sex strewn in). Finally, everything exploded. Will ended up in the hospital and then in rehab. Amy ended up in the hospital due to exhaustion from all the stress. It was like both of them had to reach their physical breaking point to end up back together in a good place.Â
Sobriety was hard. It was one of the hardest things Will had ever done. He was ten months sober now. Ten months and seven days. Every day he still fought against the urge . It was like a demon that was constantly following him, telling him that he could keep it under control now. That he needed it. Of course Will knew that these were just lies. He attended enough AA and NA meetings to know that. Although, that was a little more complicated when you were a celebrity. It was more just having a special sponsor then getting to actually go to meetings. Will also knew that no matter how long he was sober, it only took one second to break it. There was so much at risk. There was so much more to lose now that him and Amy were on good terms. They had even begun dating againâ taking it slow and seeing if it was a possibility of something that could happen.Â
Sitting in his â97 Mustang a few blocks away from where Amy and his kids lived, Will waited for the blonde to arrive. Tapping his thumbs against the steering wheel to the beat of the light music coming from the stereo. It was Bob Dylan or Tom Pettyâ Will wasnât really paying attention, too busy waiting for his ex-wife to appear. Seeing her turn the corner, Will leaned over and unlocked the passenger door, pushing it open for her. âWell, you know that I like to do things hot, baby,â Willâs deep voice filled the car, as he leaned in and kissed her back deeply. âWhere to, Amycakes?âÂ
Amy had never meant for it to happen. She used to silently judge people she knew who got back with their ex lovers or spouses, it didnât make sense to her. Her post divorce relationship with Will didnât make much more sense either, it was chaotic and unstable at best, but never did she actually consider the possibility of trying to fix it. The shit became worse, for both of them, and something clicked. True, they were miserable together by the end... but they were as miserable apart. Despite and through everything, she had always and always would love him deeply. The deepest out of everyone who has ever shared her life. If they were going to have to work on getting along better for their sake and the sake of their children, they might as well do it together,
They were taking it slow, as per the blondeâs demand. They had to reconnect completely, not with the people they were, but whom they had become. The worst thing was getting to trust each other again. And until then, no matter how much efforts it needed, it would stay strictly PG. If they wanted to stand a chance, they had to stop relying on the only thing they knew was still good, and worked on the rest.
Gosh that voice! It could say the most hurtful things sometimes, or the dumbest, but it still left her so weak and helpless. It was a visceral reaction she had, uncontrollable. Even now, a grown woman, mother of two, he said two phrases and she was ready to climb over to the driverâs side like a horny teenager. She kept her palm against the defined edge of his jaw for a few more seconds, just taking in the moment, appreciating it. That was one of âThe Big Thingsâ as sheâd called them, the things they did or stopped doing, that led them to the deep dark pit that was their divorce; somewhere along the line, they stopped taking time to notice each other, really see and like (or not) what was going on. âWanna catch a comedy show? Maybe meet your next wife there.â she smirked, going in for another quick kiss, not yet a hundred percent satisfied. A lot of years ago, gosh it was 20 years now, history had revealed that Will had taken a girlfriend of his to a comedy show where he feel a little in love with a tiny blonde improviser that was performing, whom he properly met five years later and married. Not one to shy away from history, Amy had decided to poke fun at it, while at the same time going back to their roots.
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