Okay, this was my idea. I forced Rachel to do it. She rules. THANK YOU, RACHEL:-D We disclaim everything, including the idea for the story...sad. Anyways, this is pretty differen than our usual fluffcake stories, so I hope everyone likes it! Enjoy!
She walked out of her house, into the garage. Opening the door to her Honda Pilot, she settled into the driver's seat and raised the garage door. She started the ignition and turned the radio dial to the station where her therapist was doing her daily talk show. It's not that Lilian was a bad person, or insane, she needed Stephanie McMahon. Stephanie had a way of making her feel like everything was going to be just fine, and it was.
Lilian Batista was a nurse at the local Forks hospital in Washington. She didn't need the other nurses talking about her marriage and how miserably it was failing. She had a son, and she wasn't going to let that kind of thing get to his ears. This is why she went every three days to a rundown hotel to meet with Keith.
On the radio, an angry father called in. "Yeah, I don't know what kind of show you think you're running, but my daughter is 18 and pregnant. What kind of advice are you just giving out to anyone!" he barked.
Lilian smiled to herself as she heard Stephanie's confident voice answer him. "I have never said such things to anyone. My profession is not to get young women knocked up. I do what I do because there are women out there that need someone like me to help them."
Lilian kept her green eyes on the road but adjusted the hot air slightly. The day was cold and rainy; not unusual for Forks. She turned up the radio a bit and smirked.
"... You've brainwashed my wife into liking pain! The other day she brought home handcuffs and a whip! What are you telling her?" a man yelled. Lilian rolled her eyes like she knew Stephanie was doing.
"Sir, I'm just trying to bring some fun into your sex life. You need to experiment or your wife will get bored," Stephanie said smoothly. Lilian pulled into the shady hotel's parking lot and shut off the engine. She sat in her car for a bit longer, listening to Steph end the show. "Alright, well maybe next week I'll get some calls from people who actually need help."
Lilian pulled the keys out, shutting off the radio. She grabbed her tan leather coat and pulled it on over her outfit. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. The frigid air hit her the moment she stepped out. Pulling her jacket tighter to her, she made sure the door was locked and walked quickly to the door that read '107'. Little did she know, someone was watching her closely. Watching her every moment.
Keith opened the door. Lilian greeted him with a bright smile before wrapping her arms around his neck. "Hi."
"Hey baby," he whispered before kissing her and pulling her inside. Lilian kicked the door closed and giggled when he pulled her towards the bed. Lilian threw her coat off into the chair as they fell onto the bed.
The next day Lilian sat inside of Stephanie's studio with two other clients. They were all part of the same group; they all had the same "problem". Lilian's eyes jumped from person to person nervously. She wished that she didn't have to come and seek professional help.
"So, Lilian, give us details!" Stephanie said with a huge smile.
She shook her head. "I don't know."
"Oh, it'll be alright," one of the other girls, Mickie Doane, said. "We all went through this."
Trish Orton nodded her head. "It gets easier with time."
Lilian ran a hand through her hair. "I just…I love Dave so much. I don't see how having an affair is going to help our marriage in any way."
Mickie smiled kindly. "We all said the same thing, I promise. You will claim as to how much you love your husband, but –"
Stephanie cut her off, finishing the sentence for her. "It's just sex." She shrugged and leaned back in her chair. "It's physical. You do not get attached, and it's fine. You get to feel alive a couple times a week. You get that treatment from another man."
"I feel so wrong though," Lilian replied sorrowfully.
"You felt wrong about faking your first orgasm in college too," Trish joked.
Lilian glared at Trish then turned to Stephanie, "So, like, this feeling will go away?"
"If you don't get attached it will. If you start to have feelings for this man then you have to let him go immediately. This isn't to ruin your marriage; it's to help it." Stephanie finished, speaking to the rest of the group.
"So have you ever gotten attached?" Lilian asked after a moment of silence to let them all think if they were attached to the man they were having sex with or not. Stephanie flipped her brown hair over her shoulder, looked to each woman, then rested her eyes on Lilian.
"No, I haven't," she said flatly.
"So no chocolate or roses or anything?" Lilian asked.
"Definitely not!" Stephanie said loudly. "No, this isn't about carrying on another relationship. You're married, you have a kid, I'm not telling you to go ruin all of that. That isn't the point of these meetings. You didn't come to me for advice on how to separate from your husband. You're here because you want to get closer with your husband. You're tired of being shoved to the side all the time."
"Plus, it's some much fun to sneak around," Mickie said with a grin. Stephanie chuckled quietly then turned back to Lilian.
"I guess you're all right. I hate to be pushed aside like I'm nothing," Lilian agreed quietly. Trish offered the other blonde a thoughtful smile.
"Glad you see it like us, Lil," Trish looked to Mickie who nodded quickly. Stephanie smiled happily and looked around at the group.
"Good meeting, ladies. And Lilian, next time I want details." The brunette said while pulling her purse into her lap.
"And then Dracula popped up from the coffin and said, 'I want to suck your blood!'" Lilian did the best Dracula voice she could to make things more dramatic for her four year old son Benny.
He started to giggle when she leaned over, like she was going to bite his neck. She sat up, smiling and closed the book. "You ready for bed, sweetie?"
He nodded and lowered down into his blankets. Lilian stood up, putting the book down on his dresser. She leaned back over him to pull the sheet up around his small body. She pressed a kiss to his forehead and turned to leave. "Mommy?"
She turned back around to her son. "Yes, honey?"
"Can I sleep with you and Daddy tonight?"
She smiled. "Not tonight." Sensing he was about to lay the 'why' questions into her, she continued. "Sometimes your daddy and I have to sleep alone, okay?"
"Can I sleep with you tomorrow night?" Benny asked with a cute little smile. Lilian tried not to give in but nodded.
"Yes, sweetie. Tomorrow's perfect," She then walked backwards towards the door, "I love you."
"Love you too Mommy," Benny replied while cuddling close to his teddy bear. Lilian blew him a kiss before shutting off his light and closing the door.
She leaned against his shut door, sighing. Massaging her temples, she walked across the hall to her and Dave's bedroom. Lilian pulled her hair up and pulled out a silk nightie. She changed into and then headed over to her vanity. She pulled out a tube of lip gloss and covered her lips in it. She checked her hair one more time before pulling on a pair of black stilettos. Turning she headed for the door and slowly went down the stairs.
Dave was sleeping on the couch. The TV was on a sports channel. He was clutching a stack of papers. Lilian walked over to the couch and sat down, pulling her legs under her.
The couch shifting made Dave wake up. He set the papers down and looked over at Lilian with a tired smile. He observed what she was wearing but was too exhausted to care.
Lilian frowned slightly when he stood up and walked away after shutting the TV off. She sighed deeply when he walked into the kitchen, most likely to get a glass of water before going to bed. She looked down at her outfit and wondered if anything was wrong with it. She pulled off her heels sadly and picked at some lint on the couch.