Dirty Sexy Money - Our Children
Title: Our Children
Disclaimer: Dirty Sexy Money doesn’t belong to me, I wish!
Pairing: Tripp/Tish
Rating: Teen
Spoilers: Takes place in or after Episode 4: The Chiavennasca
Summary: The woman lying next to him, that he loved with all his heart, betrayed him.
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Tripp stared up at the ceiling as he finally let it all sink in. It was that point at night when the whole house was quiet and there were no interruptions. But as he lay in bed he wished something horrific would happen, if only to take his mind off the thoughts that assaulted his mind. Nothing would make them go away. The woman lying next to him, that he loved with all his heart, betrayed him. He turned his attention to her, Letitia, laying with her back to him. If she was any further away, she would be on the floor and that was quite a feat in their bed.
“You were never going to tell me,” His strong voice almost echoed in the darkness of their bedroom. Even without being able to see her clearly, he knew she wasn’t asleep. It was a knowledge that came with a long lasting relationship, or so he had thought.
On her side of the bed, Letitia’s body stiffened as she heard him speak. She feared whatever else he chose to say, knowing how carefully he would choose his words and how painful they would be for both of them. As she waited, curling up slightly closer to the edge of the bed, it was as if she could feel her heart breaking. No, not breaking. On the outside she tried desperately to remain calm. Inside her heart was slowly shattering piece by, delicate, piece.
“I don’t think you understand how it feels to learn…” He paused, thinking through everything carefully. Each word was important, and had to be said just the right way. “The number of times I’ve looked at… all of them, together, and marvelled at how perfect they are - all because they’re our children. Ours… and you knew, all this time that one… they’re our children Tish.”
It was then that the situation hit her. The way he said her name, the words he chose to express how he felt. Desperately she tried to stay quiet, biting her lip hard as the tears began to slide down her cheeks. She knew how much he loved her and she only wished he would see she still loved him just as much. Beyond the money-driven chaos that dictated their every move, they were still just Patrick and Letitia - and she’d broken his heart. There would be no excuses because that wasn’t how they worked. As her shoulders shook, and she covered her face with her hands, she felt a strong arm slide around her waist.
He pulled her close and pressed a soft kiss to her bare shoulder. It annoyed him that he could make her cry. She was stronger than that. He knew she did cry but never in the presence of others, even himself. “Tish…” He whispered against her skin, recognising the signs as she forced herself to calm down.
Ever so gently he moved his hand up her arm before reaching up to brush her hair out of her face. She refused to look at him, even as his thumb brushed away her tears. Softly he pressed a lingering kiss against her cheek. “We’re going to be fine,” He told her as he lay back down, letting his arm move back to her waist. “I could never stop loving you.”
In the darkness of their sanctuary he held her as if he would never let her go, waiting as she cried herself to sleep before daring to close his own eyes. Whatever happened - Letitia Darling was the love of his life, and nothing could change that.
Disclaimer: Dirty Sexy Money doesn’t belong to me, I wish!
Pairing: Tripp/Tish
Rating: Teen
Spoilers: Takes place in or after Episode 4: The Chiavennasca
Summary: The woman lying next to him, that he loved with all his heart, betrayed him.
--
Tripp stared up at the ceiling as he finally let it all sink in. It was that point at night when the whole house was quiet and there were no interruptions. But as he lay in bed he wished something horrific would happen, if only to take his mind off the thoughts that assaulted his mind. Nothing would make them go away. The woman lying next to him, that he loved with all his heart, betrayed him. He turned his attention to her, Letitia, laying with her back to him. If she was any further away, she would be on the floor and that was quite a feat in their bed.
“You were never going to tell me,” His strong voice almost echoed in the darkness of their bedroom. Even without being able to see her clearly, he knew she wasn’t asleep. It was a knowledge that came with a long lasting relationship, or so he had thought.
On her side of the bed, Letitia’s body stiffened as she heard him speak. She feared whatever else he chose to say, knowing how carefully he would choose his words and how painful they would be for both of them. As she waited, curling up slightly closer to the edge of the bed, it was as if she could feel her heart breaking. No, not breaking. On the outside she tried desperately to remain calm. Inside her heart was slowly shattering piece by, delicate, piece.
“I don’t think you understand how it feels to learn…” He paused, thinking through everything carefully. Each word was important, and had to be said just the right way. “The number of times I’ve looked at… all of them, together, and marvelled at how perfect they are - all because they’re our children. Ours… and you knew, all this time that one… they’re our children Tish.”
It was then that the situation hit her. The way he said her name, the words he chose to express how he felt. Desperately she tried to stay quiet, biting her lip hard as the tears began to slide down her cheeks. She knew how much he loved her and she only wished he would see she still loved him just as much. Beyond the money-driven chaos that dictated their every move, they were still just Patrick and Letitia - and she’d broken his heart. There would be no excuses because that wasn’t how they worked. As her shoulders shook, and she covered her face with her hands, she felt a strong arm slide around her waist.
He pulled her close and pressed a soft kiss to her bare shoulder. It annoyed him that he could make her cry. She was stronger than that. He knew she did cry but never in the presence of others, even himself. “Tish…” He whispered against her skin, recognising the signs as she forced herself to calm down.
Ever so gently he moved his hand up her arm before reaching up to brush her hair out of her face. She refused to look at him, even as his thumb brushed away her tears. Softly he pressed a lingering kiss against her cheek. “We’re going to be fine,” He told her as he lay back down, letting his arm move back to her waist. “I could never stop loving you.”
In the darkness of their sanctuary he held her as if he would never let her go, waiting as she cried herself to sleep before daring to close his own eyes. Whatever happened - Letitia Darling was the love of his life, and nothing could change that.