♫Well, time casts a spell on you but you won't forget me... But I know I could have loved you but you would not let me, go ahead and try... I know I could have loved you but you would not let me, was I just a fool?... I'll follow you down 'til the sound of my voice will haunt you, give me just a chance... You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you, was I just a fool?...♪

1978...

Celia St James would always haunt Evelyn Hugo, even if she was with you.

Somehow her heart would make tiny differences between you and Celia, despite having made up her mind on you. Apparently the head and the heart has some major opinions on love.

The differences would always show up though. In the way you cooked, the type of music you liked, the way you spoke, the way your body was the polar opposite of Celia's. It was nothing against you, she adored you.

It's just her heart took over and she often found herself looking for the tiny trail of dark brown freckles that ran along the side of Celia's right hip. Or finding herself imagining that it was Celia in between her legs and not you.

She knows you don't deserve it. You've been the best lover she could ever ask for, but... you're not her. She thinks as she watches you make supper while you hold a three year old Conner on your hip.

Your hair is mussed up from Conner previously playing with it, you're only in a men's tee of a band she doesn't really know, Conner watches as you cook, you have a soft smile on your face, and you have a bunch of dark bruises on the back of your neck.

Celia would hold Conner higher and not so close to the stove... She thought before snapping out of it.

God, she needs to get a grip. Celia is gone... she doesn't want you anymore... Evelyn thinks and pinches the bridge of her nose before going back to watching you with an ever curious Conner. You have the gentlest hand around her with a firm grip to not let her fall.

"This is ok, right? Holding her like this, Ev?" You ask and look back, grinning. Without a beat, she immediately thinks of Celia. You have more of a mischievous grin than Celia... She sighs, it's gonna be a long night.

"You're doing just fine, darling." She responds with a small smile and pushes all thoughts of Celia out of her mind.

"Good because I have no clue how I've been doing this." You kiss her head and refill her tea. "I hope your migraine feels better, Ev. Do you need anything else? Supper should be done in twenty minutes." You adjust Conner and look at Evelyn in the softest of manners.

"No, I should be ok... thank you, for everything." Evelyn can't help how happy she is, despite her migraine.

You go back to cooking with Conner on your hip. She watches and ends up memorizing your face.