L'Amour A La Plage : A Jensen Ackles Love Story : Bonne Chance [5]

The baby was obviously much wiser then she would ever become. Relationships usually don't work out because of hedonistic pleasures, narcissistic desires, and broken trust. People don't usually intentionally destroy their relationships, unless the really and truly feel like the sacrifice is noble; that their partner would be better off without them.
She probably wasn't the first person in recorded time to choose a career over their boyfriends, but Jensen was more then just her boyfriend. He was the father of her child. The child she had decided to keep. How was she supposed to raise a child without a father?
The answer of course, was obvious, but more importantly was the method of which is happened. She had described, in detail, how he seduced her, how he had lured her back to her apartment and slowly undressed her while whispering words of undying adoration in her ear. Obviously that was not the way it had happened, but it still consisted a disgusting accumulation of truth.
Jensen, of course, was disgusted. He was the actor who had always seen himself above all of the Hollywood hype, above all of that nonsense. But suddenly he was drawn into it. Even sadder was the fact that everyone seemed to believe it. After all, he had dated a Playboy model. Honestly, it wouldn't really surprise anyone if Jensen dated a woman just for sex. And if he would date someone for sex, he would certainly add a few variable memories along the way.
And it was always a possibility that one of those girls could get knocked up. And it was also possible that he got so disgusted that everyone learned the truth that he got on a plane and flew back to Vancouver. After all, his reputation as a respectable actor had come under fire; actually, scratch that. He was an actor for a show that debuted on the CW. The CW. How can he be termed a respectable actor?
With all the doubt involved in the months that followed, it would have been highly probable that Jensen, the trivial hedonistic actor, would never speak to her again. That was not just probable, but expected. And so when, an entire month later, she received a call from him, she was not sure whether she should pick up the phone.
"Jensen," she said quietly.
"This isn't going to work out," he said after a moment.
"You think?" she asked loudly. Tears started to well up in her eyes, and although he couldn't see them, he heard them in her voice.
"What you did-" Jensen sighed, and there was a short pause. "I don't see how I can forgive that."

"I needed my job back," Kristin answered simply.
"And I want to keep my job," Jensen said through gritted teeth. "Why didn't you at least consult me on this? Why could you have shown me the article before you published it? We could have worked something out."
"Like what?" she asked flatly, not wanting to hear it.
"You could have published the article," Jensen said quickly. "Put something in it that wasn't true and then retract it-"
"That would have gotten me fired," Kristin snarled.
"We could have done something-" Jensen started.
"Maybe," was all she said, and there was silence.
"So, I guess this is it then?" Jensen asked after a brief pause, and she felt a deep pang from somewhere in her heart, and was silent. She didn't want to lose him. She wasn't sure which meant more to her, Jensen or her job. She had done everything she could have possibly done to become the editor of this magazine, and she didn't want to have to give it up just because she happened to get pregnant.
"I guess," she said quietly.
"Will you call me when-?" Jensen asked. "I won't fight you for custody of him- or her, but I still want to-"
"Yeah," she was simply. She would not be the first to say good-bye.
"Good-bye, then," he said quietly.
"Bye," the words were faint, and they were followed by a sharp click as he hung up the phone.

She put her head in her hands and cried.

Two months had passed since she last spoke to Jensen. The baby in her stomach had grown, obviously, but she controlled what she ate and curved her cravings, and was not as bloated as she could have been. Women were only supposed to gain five to ten pounds during her pregnancy, and she was determined to gain the minimum.
Still, there was something unexpected in the interim. Jared came to visit her. It was highly, highly unexpected, but she had to say that she appreciated it. That was when he showed up at her doorframe. By the time he left, she wished he had never came.
It was a cold December morning when she opened up the door to see Jared Padalecki standing on her doorstep. "Jared," she said curtly. They had never met, but introductions were unneeded. Apparently, neither was courtesy.
"We need to talk," Jared said, pushing his way into the room.
"Right this way," she muttered under her breath as she grabbed the doorway to keep from punching him. "You know, I'm pregnant and stress is not good for my health, so if we could make this as quick as possible, that'd be super."
"Sit down," Jared ordered, taking a seat on the couch.
"Who do you think you are?" Kristin demanded hotly. "This is my house. You cannot control what I do and do not do within my own home."
"The sooner I leave, the better, according to you," Jared answered with the same pissed tone. "So sit down so we can talk and then I'll leave. I promise."
"Fine," she took a seat across from him and clutched a pillow in her lap, just for the sake of holding something. "Well, what?"
"As you know, Supernatural has been filming here for the past week-"
If she had been drinking, she might have just done a spit take. "Say what?"
"You didn't know?" Jared looked up quickly. Jensen was in the area? Her breath caught in her throat and she said nothing. "Then I guess you also didn't know that Rebecca and I have started dating."
There had to be something in her throat, because suddenly she was choking. "Seriously?"
"Yeah," Jared answered simply, standing up to go. "Just thought you ought to know that."
"Why?" she demanded.
"You two are like sisters," Jared answered simply. "She was afraid to tell you, so-"
"Or you slept with her and you've come begging for me to not publish a story on it," Kristin offered.
"No," Jared said quickly. "We haven't slept together for just that reason."
"Seriously?" Kristin asked.
"Well you threw your own relationship away so easily," Jared answered simply. "I know you wouldn't mind throwing Rebecca and my relationship away."
She was silent as she stared in the spot that he had been sitting anyway for a moment. "Anyway, there was another reason I came. Jensen wanted to see if you were okay."
"He could have come here himself," she snorted.
"Honestly?" Jared turned back around to face her. "He wanted to. I was the one who talked him down from it."
"Why?" she asked quietly, looking up.
"Because you broke it off-" Jared started, but she interjected.
"Technically, he broke off," she corrected him.
"But you caused him to," Jared shook his head. "I honestly don't get it. Did you really want to break up with him? He said you sounded upset, but right now you don't seem remorseful. At all."
"What can I say?" she stood up, as his height was slightly intimidating. "He made his decision clear. Do I want him to come back to me?" She faltered, as a hopeless look of longing sparkled in her eyes. "That's Jensen's call."
"It's also yours," Jared pointed out. "No one cares about that anymore. Everyone wants to know what Britney's done next. Jensen was old news. A lot of people never really believed it anyway."
"What can I say?" I shrugged. "Public gets bored easily."
"Do you want your job or do you want Jensen?" Jared asked at length.
"I want-" she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. "Honestly, I don't know what I want."
"Do you love him?" Jared asked.
"I don't know what love is," she said simply, and Jared sighed as he shook his head and walked out the door.

Jared stood in his hotel room, pacing back and forth. "I tried, man, I really did." He looked up at the clock. "I don't know. She seemed upset, but not totally upset, you know?" He ran his hand through his hair as he listened to the speaker on the other end. "I don't know what you're thinking. Honestly? Why do you still love her?"
He grimaced at his reflection in the mirror and mussed with his hair a little more as he continued to listen. "Well, yeah, but that still doesn't mean anything. Look at what she did to you-" he paused and then smiled. "You are way too good a person, Jensen."
He stood with his feet set squarely on the carpeted floor. "So is that what you're really going to do?" He nodded, more to himself then anyone. "Whatever man, it's your funeral."

La chance n'a rien faire avec elle...
Luck has nothing to do with it...


That was part 5 of L'Amour A La Plage.
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