We Need To Talk.

At fifteen, Dillion had found Leona pretty and she had been pretty. She was thin, a bit wirily so and looked sort of average. It hadn't mattered, if she lacked curves and hadn't had full breasts. Dillion could look at those in a porn magazine. Leona back then was pretty. She was everything, he had ever wanted. He couldn't request much more, and he never had. He had fooled around after her departure, but always knowing she was the only one for him. When Dillion was eighteen, and a self declared "man" he thought she was gorgeous. She had breasts, and when she wore tights he could see her pert behind. She had grown slightly, and was becoming what he believed was a "woman". In high school, when your hormones are raging everyone is a "woman" and you'll remember to call them that. They'll usually shoot you evil glares, if you don't. Dillion had to learn that the hard way. He had failed to call his girlfriend a woman once, and never again. When they were in college, and making their way in life - he'd looked at her and thought how "beautiful" she was. Now, Dillion realized how wrong he'd been. He had been so wrong.

Now, she was the essence of beauty. He had never know beautiful, until she stood in the foyer. The soft sunlight streamed from the kitchen, barely hitting her. It was just enough to touch her face, crinkling in her hair. The reddish tone brightened, and he swore God did that just to tease him. He was tempting him. Dillion had always been a sucker for redheads. He couldn't help but look at her. In a white oxford and a simple pair of faded jeans. She looked like a mother, fuller curves that he longed to run his hands over. He longed to caress her now. She was the mother of his children, and Dillion wasn't allowed to touch her. He had to remember, she was no longer his Leona. He wasn't allowed to take those two steps forward and kiss her. It would only be two steps, and he could take her in his arms again.

Would it change everything again?

Would she remember what it felt like? He could still taste her lips against his? The blush which had touched her cheeks, and how he'd wanted nothing more to never stop kissing her in the terminal. It had been 'goodbye' and neither of them had known it. If Dillion kissed her right now, would she make him leave. Technically, she couldn't. They were his children too, but hell it was her house. The corner of his lips twitched, his children. Wait, the thought suddenly coursed through his mind. His heart beat faster and he gulped. Children. He blinked rapidly and his gaze flew from Leona and up the stairs. He had been so focused on Leona, touching her, kissing her, and being so... overcome with seeing her, he'd totally missed that! Children.

A low growl pierced his voice, and he shook his head! KC! That little scamp! They had been on the plane for roughly ten hours, and Audrey (AJ was so plebian, he would need to inform Leona) had failed to mention that. Oh yeah, it just slipped her mind. Of course it did. How could she just forget. Shaking his head, Dillion ran a hand through his hair. How was he supposed to explain all of this. Suddenly, he didn't mind taking the blame. He didn't want to yell, nor be angry with her. It was amazing, how... calm he was. Taking a deep breath, Dillion only needed to remember the key factor -- Leona wasn't his anymore. It was hard to imagine it. Here she stood right in front of him, and their... children were upstairs.

Straightening his shoulders, he was speechless. None of them were his. He had had a shot at family, and she took it away from him. She had always known what it meant to him, and she'd just... snatched away. She hadn't given him the choice to choose. Grinding his teeth, Dillion wasn't sure what he should say to her. Should he yell? Tell her she was an unfit mother for depriving her, no their children of their father? Did she think, he'd make a inadequate father, because his was? He was stunned. Slowly, dark eyes moved up and met her face. She looked like, she was in a trance.

The corner of his lips quirked, Still unable to hide anything.

It was fascinating to him; after all these years she was so different and yet still the same. She was a woman now. It was a startling revelation. It was as if, they had lived in Neverland for so long; he was Peter Pan and now he'd finally come to visit Wendy. She was grown up and with children of her own. How surreal. Only, he wasn't Peter Pan or maybe... he was. He had never had a "real" relationship. His marriage to Raine was a sham. His relationships were short, and he'd never... fallen in love, after her. Maybe, in some bizarre way Dillion had just grown up.

Clearing his throat, Dillion smiled crookedly and shook his head. "You look..." He paused, and laughed softly. "One of the MILFs around here, huh?" Dillion teased and smiled earnestly.

Taking a step closer, his smile fell and he raised his hand to touch her cheek. His hand clenched into a fist; reminding himself she was not his to touch.

"Funny, how familiar Audrey looks. Quite a mouth, she has too."

A smirk touched his lips.

"One I know, she doesn't inherit from her mother. Perhaps, her... father?" He asked and a brow rose questionably.

"You want to know a secret..." Dillion chuckled; his voice dropped to a sultry purr unintentionally. He always got this way around her. Hell, old habits die hard.

"I think, they think we're still in love with each other. They called me in to call off your wedding. Been showing them too many Disney flicks, hmm?"

Pulling away, Dillion couldn't resist. His calloused hand reached up and caressed her cheek, and to her temple down to trace her lips.

"Lea..." He whispered in a breath, in awe of how magnificent she had become.