[LINDA]

I think Julian's in love. I couldn't miss the way he randomly smiled or gasped, or the way he randomly blushed when he passed the living room as I was watching a chick flick.

I know I said I was going to do something about it but I was kind of happy to see Julian like this. So alive. Of course, I'm not just going to sit here and watch him fall in love with someone else. Okay, maybe for just a little while, but I promised myself that  I'd do something about this when it started to get slightly out of hand.

I was sipping coffee in the kitchen when Julian busted through its door, smiling and wearing his jacket for a change. Yes, I know about the jacket. It's sad how he could easily underestimate me. I was his wife, it was my job to know. Last night I found him in a black leather jacket on the living room couch. Or was it when I found him hurrying through the door every morning?

"Why the big smile?" I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Nothing," Julian said, his smile fading. Yeah right. Nothing my ass. I thought, rolling my eyes.

"Nothing? Are you sure?" I asked, raising my brow in question. Julian just looked at me like a deer caught in headlights. My chest tightened in grief. I don't like the fact that I made him feel afraid and act like a child. Who would?

"I'm—I'm going to get some things," Julian said, walking towards the back door with his eyes fixed on the floor. I sighed. This was ridiculous. He has always been bad at lying. Well, at least to me.

"And for..." I trailed, my voice becoming inaudible. I didn't miss how his shoulders slouched. Did he want to cry — was he going to cry? What did he think I was some sort of monster? God, he was the monster. He was the one cheating. He was the one lying. I was just his wife for crying out loud, and I was just doing what wives did. Secure their man.

"I'm going somewhere tomorrow," Julian added, sort of daring me to protest. Even though he was backing me I knew he was knocking his middle fingers together. I knew he was not as relaxed as he tried to make it seem. That was how well I knew him. That's why he should be in love with me and only me. My grip on the coffee cup tightened instinctively.

"Have fun," I managed before getting off the counter, and walking out the kitchen door before I could take my words back. No matter how much I wanted him to love me I couldn't have him hating me. Not long after I heard the back door slam shut.

[JULIAN]

Have fun? I thought in my head about Linda's words as I walked down our driveway. Was she on some kind of happy drug? Did she get something huge like a promotion? I wondered shaking my head. Maybe she was genuinely trying to be nice. I sighed. I wasn't going to let Linda's mood swings get to me or affect me in any way because I was happy — Zeus was back.

Zeus.

I had missed him. I truly had. I smiled as I walked into the supermarket. What is he doing to me? Why did I always feel so happy thinking about him? I wondered as I walked through the stalls checking the shelves ever so often for something I could give to Zeus.

"What would Zeus like?" I murmured to myself as I ran my hand against the smooth shampoo bottles on the shelves. I really knew what I was doing here, his hair was already perfect. I sighed at myself. If only I knew what Zeus liked. It was kind of angering to think I didn't still know much about him. It also made me kind of scared... why was I feeling this way for him? Did I mean this much to him? I thought to myself as I walked into the next stall. Looking questioningly at the lined-up fringes filled with monster energy drinks, sodas, Ice-creams, and yogurt.

Yogurt. I smiled remembering Zeus' words from the bar.

"I like yogurt on anything."

I was glad I had asked him to talk about himself. I was glad that at least I knew a little about him. I raided one of the fridges for two bottles of strawberry yogurt. Walking up to the cashier I thought of Zeus — I'm always thinking of Zeus. There was so much I wanted to know about him, Personal things. Like what side of the bed he slept. Whether he sleep talked. Little things like his facial expressions. God, I'm turning into a stalker. I thought, my face warming up as I reached the front of the line.

"Are you paying in cash?" a young Hispanic cashier asked from behind the counter.

"No, add it to my tab," I said placing the two bottles of yogurt on the counter.

"Your name please," the man requested, typing something into the desktop computer, and then into the cash register.

"Julian, Julian Andrews," I said, using my fingertip to draw Zeus' name on the counter. Yes, I am getting obsessed.

"Julian?" he asked, frowning at me a bit. I raised my brow in confusion. I always use my tab, couldn't he find it?

"Yes, Julian. Can't you find it?" I asked getting worried.

"No, no, of course, I can find it," he said, shaking his head a little, his curls falling over his face.

"Okay..." I trailed, feeling an awkward tension.

"Here," he said passing the bottles in a paper bag.

"Thank you?" I said confused as I left the counter and walked out the doors of the supermarket. Why did he act like that?

[DIABLO]

"Julian, Julian Andrews," the blonde said, making me narrow my eyes at him. Julian? It can't be, but Lambert had said so. Had said that Zeus had been acting all lovey-dovey over some blond named Julian. I know I'm being paranoid, but there was still the possibility.

"Julian?" I had asked just to be sure. I mean, it's not like Lambert had mentioned Julian's surname, and it's not as if I could just ask Zeus. He didn't even know I lived in L. A or the fact that I even talked to Lambert. Sure I sent him occasional letters whenever I was in New York because I couldn't stand being away from him, but I couldn't let him know I lived here. I couldn't let him even guess how much I missed him — how much I still wanted him.

"Yes, Julian. Can't you find it?" he asked, looking a bit worried.

"No, no, of course, I can," I mumbled, shaking my head. If this was Julian, I think I can understand why Zeus would go for him. He was exceptionally cute and my rigid features were no match for his flamboyant boyish aura. While I had dark scatted curls, he had blonde longish locks. My brown dark eyes were dull compared to his vibrant blue ones. Yeah, I could understand why Zeus would choose him.

"Here," I said, passing the paper bag with the bottles to him. It was useless to get jealous. This was not the time to regret actions and events that took place ages ago.

"Thank you?" he said in confusion before picking up the paper bag and heading out the doors.

"Julian, huh," I whispered to myself as I attended to the next customer.

[ZEUS]

"No cavities as usual," Tamara said, pouting a little.

"Tamara I'm sure that's a go—good thing," I tried to say through the contraption in my mouth as I rolled my eyes.

"Shush. Keep still, there has to be some somewhere," Tamara said, almost choking me with her tiny flashlight.

 Tamara was quite the character with her dirty black hair and distinct sideburns. Tamara soon straightened out on her consultant seat, pouting.

"Why do you have perfect teeth?" Tamara asked, frowning at me and still pouting.

"Tamara I know pregnant women sulk a lot but this is a little too much," I teased, sitting up in the reclining chair after getting the stupid contraption off my face.

"I'm not sulking or complaining. I'm actually quite glad. It's you and me; two gay hotties attracting hopeless men and women into this clinic," Tamara said, spinning in her chair. She's such a child. I wonder how she ever got her degree.

"Tamara, I don't think guys find a pregnant lesbian attractive," I said, shaking my head. Tamara gasped in mock horror as she wobbled in her chair a bit. I laughed. She was such a clown.

"Don't be so loud! No one knows I'm pregnant!" Tamara complained, pouting at me.

"Oh really? So everyone just assumes you have a basketball strapped to your stomach, I guess?"

"Zeus how could you! I'm stripping you out of that name of yours. You don't deserve to be named after a god!" Tamara screeched, causing some damage to my poor eardrums. I winched and she stuck her tongue out at me. I rolled my eyes for what I felt was the hundredth time since I stepped into this clinic. I'm still wondering how Kelly can stand her. She was basically an untamed mutt. I don't have time for this. I'm meant to meet up with Julian by tomorrow.

"Who's he?" Tamara asked taking a spin on her consultant chair. The word 'child' ran through my mind teasingly.

"Who's who?" I asked, sitting up on the reclining chair.

"Who's the hottie that has caught your attention?" she asked, squealing as she jumped out of the spinning chair. She staggered a bit before getting her footing.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I bluffed, suddenly finding her Ph.D. certificate on the wall more interesting.

"You know, I still have that look when I think of Kelly," Tamara said, ignoring my bluff.

"And she still has to hit me over the head with a newspaper and probably shout 'perv' before I snap out of it," Tamara said, switching off the dental lamp over my head before picking up her various dental equipment here and there.

"I only want you to be happy like I'm happy," Tamara said, her voice becoming serious as she dropped her equipment into a sink filled with disinfectant.

"I can't be," I tried to reason. I've never been. Why would I suddenly be? It was as if I'd been cursed never to be — never to have someone love me back — to always get hurt.

"It can't be that bad," Tamara said, removing her white gloves.

"He's married Tamara," I said feeling a sharp pang of regret. I could see Tamara visibly stiffen by the sink before her shoulders relaxed and she sighed.

"Is he happy? I mean, does he seem happy?" Tamara asked, removing her lab coat before folding it into a neat square. She was looking at me now, piercing me with her big brown eyes.

Was Julian happy? Could I say Julian was really happy? I pounded over the thought before drawing a conclusion. He couldn't be. He always seemed to sulk anytime I suddenly mentioned her.

"I—I don't think so," I managed, frowning. I wasn't going to cry over this.

"Then I say give it your all," Tamara said, giving me a warm sincere smile.