Heyyy. I was so angry with last week's episode that I had to write this. In my opinion, Avery belongs with Juliette and with no-one else - especially not with Layla.

It's very short and not well-written, but I just had to write off my frustration.

English isn't my first language, so sorry if I made any mistakes.

Avery was pacing outside her room, thoughts and doubts running through his head, memories of what had happened, anticipations of what could happen. Dammit, why was he here, why wasn't he back in his room, with his little baby girl to comfort him? Why hadn't he stayed there, silently crying until he'd fell asleep? He stopped in his tracks, running his hand through his hair, agitated, almost desperate.

Dammit, these women were killing him.

A soft 'ping' drew his attention to his phone. For a moment, he was determined to ignore the message, to return to his room and try to sleep. However, his determination lasted no longer than a second, and he quickly dug up his phone.

JULIETTE

I'm scared too but we can be brave together

A slight smile crept upon his face, before being wiped away again by the images of their painful history pushing themselves to the front of his mind. Her behaviour, her betrayal… She had caused him so much pain. And he loved her incredibly much, he loved her most intensely, almost feverishly… Even when he was with other women, beautiful, nice, non-dramatic women, he couldn't stop thinking and talking about her. Sometimes, he wondered if he'd ever be released from her spell… There must be something wrong with his heart, as how could he love someone that hurt him in the worst ways this much? Was he insane? There was no other explanation.

Layla. Layla was sweet and kind and safe… But oh so ignorant and young. He often wondered if they could be, if they could form a little family together… She was certainly fond of him, more than that probably, and he… he… If he tried to see her in that light, Juliette invaded his thoughts again, preventing him from reminiscing his feelings towards Layla. Juliette was the mother of his child, the most precious human being in the world, Layla wasn't ready to look after a baby. Juliette was the love of his life, true love, at least, that's what he once believed to be true.

What did he believe now?

Having decided, he knocked on the door. He barely had time to recover himself: she answered so quickly that she must have been waiting for him on the other end.

They stared at each other, both relieved and tense at the same time.

"Hi…" she said softly.

"I… I just wanted to…" He didn't know what he wanted to… What did he want? What was he doing here? "I just wanted to tell you that I would like to play Dirt with you, in the next show."

"Oh…" A slight sign of disappointment, hastily recovered. "That's great, Avery. Really. I'm glad."

"Good… Good… Then I'll be going again, I guess…" How could he have been this stupid? What was he going to say? What were his intentions? He turned around, not knowing how fast he had to get out of there, when she called his name, so sweetly, so tenderly, that he couldn't do anything but turn back. He watched her face, her teary eyes, the beautiful, pink, trembling lips… and he knew. He knew that she was the only one he always wanted, the only one he would always want.

He shook his head, lightly, then crossing the distance between them, taking her into his arms.

She smelled like sweet temptation, like the fiery woman she was. Soft skin against his, tiny sparks arising… Now he was sure.

He'd made the right choice.

He'd never let her go.

She was the only one he could ever forgive for whatever she'd do. Even if she'd killed him, he'd sure be stupid enough to forgive her.

The truth was, he needed her.

And she needed him.