Taylor's point of view:

"You seem nervous, Taylor" Selena reached for my hands across the table.

We were sitting at a fancy restaurant, waiting for Y/N to arrive. I was so grateful for her to agreed on doing this for me.

"No, no, I just... It's weird, she gets me very tense" I took a sip of my wine.

"I'm sorry to put you through this."

"No, I understand why we're doing this. I'm just looking forward to getting past this part of my life and moving on to the good part" I sighed.

"We will. Soon. Tonight" Sel winked at me and my breath hitched. It's crazy what she's doing to me.

I was about to reply something dirty to her when I saw Y/N. My mouth dropped. She looked phenomenal. She had one of the white, tight dresses we bought for her this afternoon. She wore it with a brown belt and of course with her new heels. Her hair and makeup amazing. Javier and his team did a wonderful job. She also had a black, stylish sunglasses on. For a moment, I forgot where we are and why we are here, I just wanted to admire her beauty. But clearly I wasn't the only one who had this in mind.

"Is that her?" Selena asked just as amazed as I was.

"I think so."

"She's stunning. I love her shoes."

"Yeah, well, she got about five pairs. Maybe she'll give you one" I looked at her and take my wineglass in my hand.

"Mendelson! Do you see Dr. Swift anywhere in this... Oh, there she is. Keep the car running, shan't be long" Y/N said as loud as she could and started walking towards us.

"Hello, boring!" she greeted me.

"Hey. You went with a limo driver?" I whispered in her ear as I pulled her in a hug.

"I'm just playing the part" she gave me a kiss on the cheek and turned to my girlfriend.

"Selena! Hi. Karlie Swift. Soon to be, single-ift" she shook hands with the brunette.

Wow, Y/N was confident as hell. I've never seen her like this before. To tell the truth, I found it pretty sexy.

"Aw, waiter. Excuse me. Anybody?" she took a seat next mine and pulled the sunglasses over her head.

"Yes, yes. Something to drink, madam?"

"Well hello. I would like a tall glass of you. Is that possible?" she flirted with the guy who came to serve her. "I'm just kidding. Unless you're really into it" oh my god, why's she acting like that?! That's a little bit too much.

"Uh, well... yeah.. I think.. I..." stuttered the waiter. It wasn't really hard to make him embarrassed, was it?

"A-a, kidding again. Grey Goose Martinis, just keep 'em coming" my fake wife ordered and paid all her attention to the brunette.

"So, Selena. I heard you and Taylor had sex."

Selena choked on her drink, started coughing a little before she answered.

"Yes. I am so sorry, I had..."

"Please, honey, it's fine. I'm just happy to hear that her thing is still working 'cause she's got a serious small issue over there" she pointed at my lady part.

"What small issue? I don't understand" Selena laughed nervously.

"Oh, gosh, I forgot, you're just fifteen. The point is that she's pretty dry, no matter what you do, if you know what I mean. It's hard to please her" that's definitely going to be an interesting night.

"Or your just not talented. You know, it's like spaghetti. You can make it pretty delicious but you can mess up the whole thing and that just won't be good" I fought back and winked at her.

"Oh, trust me. I've heard from a lot of women that I serve the finest spaghetti in Southern California."

"Of course, a lot of homeless women have said this. They'll eat anything."

"Ha-ha-ha" Y/N fake laughed.

I felt the urge to somehow have revenge for this, so I started talking to Selena.

"I'm just very shocked that she remembers anybody she has ever been with all the pills that are in her system. She likes the pills" Y/N took a very big sip of her Martini and turned to face me with a mad expression on her face. She's going to kill me for that. "At night I come home, 'What's for dinner?' 'Well, we have purple pills and the green ones and some lovely yellow bombers I just took out of the oven.' Remember that?"

"I had to do something to amuse myself while this one sat on the throne for hours dealing with her irritable bowel syndrome" she smiled at Selena.

"I got another disease, okay" I giggled and looked down at my feet.

"Can I tell you, I spent the eve of our wedding sitting on the bed, listening to what sounded like an underwater symphony of French horns and bassoons coming out of our hotel bathroom. Mix that with the smell of like dead cat and some fajitas and you've got what you call yourself a severely diminished libido."

Okay, I had enough of this. That was not what I meant when I asked her to play my fake wife. I kicked her under the table. At least, it was meant to be her. I accidentally struck Selena with my foot.

"Ouch, did you just kick me?" the brunette raised her voice.

"No!" I defended. "Did you? You kicked her? Why'd you kick her?" I pointed at my assistant with a stern look.

"Wha.. Yeah, I don't... I.. Yes. I, I have leg spasms" and with that, she kicked my shin with full strength. I held my teeth together and tried not to hiss from the pain. "It's a side effect. Terrible side effect from all the pill popping. But it's better now. I'm clean and sober and I apologize."

"It's okay" Selena said and sympathetically smiled.

Y/N returned the smile and took another sip of her drink.

"Thirteen step, right there. Back to drinking" I sighed.

On the whole, the evening was funny. We tried to embarrass the other with the craziest, funniest ideas ever. I actually had a lot of fun and I think we convinced Selena about our marriage.

We were standing in front of the restaurant talking, when Y/N saw her driver. He was leaning towards his car and texting someone.

"Mendelson, you thoughtless oaf, stop texting, open that door" she walked to him.

"Why do you keep calling me Mendelson?"

"Just go with it" she whispered and looked back at us.

"Selena, so lovely to meet you!"

"Likewise, really" the girls shared a hug. It dosen't mean they are best friends from now on, right?

"I mean, look at you two. It's like Barbie and her grandma!" she giggled and I just rolled my eyes at her. "And even though it did not work out between Taylor and I, at all..."

"It's like it never happened. You know?" I laughed.

"It really isn't," Y/N said "I still want my Taylor to be happy" she touched my face and patted it carefully a few times.

She was about to get in the car when her phone started ringing.

"Hello?"

"It's her drug dealer, I'm thinking" I hugged Selena from behind and put my chin on her right shoulder.

"Okay, please put her on the phone right now." Y/N waited a few seconds. "Are you kidding me, honey? You know how I feel about you selling your brother's stuff on eBay" my head jerked up the moment these words left her mouth.

"Hey, hey, hey. Take that in the car" I let Selena go and took a few step closer to Y/N as I whispered. She just waved me off.

"I will deal with you when I get home, young lady. Yeah, me too, bye" she hung up.

"I mean, you would think that..." she started her sentence but when she saw my facial expression she stopped. I could see her putting the picture together and looking at me with pure fear in her eyes.

"You have kids?" Selena asked.

"Hmm?" we both hummed at the same time and turned to the brunette's direction.

"You have... you have children?"

"We have sort of a little bit... A little bit of children, right?" I looked at Y/N.

"When were you planning on telling me about these children, Taylor?" oh come on, don't tell me she's mad again.

"I don't know, but listen, I have to go get to those little munchkins. Selena, so nice, seriously. Taylor.." she was about to hug me but she changed her mind after she saw the angriness in my eyes. So she simply just left.

"And there were two" I whispered to myself. "Are you freaked out right now about all this or...?"

"Actually, just the opposite" Selena smiled at me and took my hands in hers.

"The opposite of freaked out? What do you mean? Good?"

"You know that I love kids. I just never pegged you as a kids girl."

"I'm a huge kids girl. I love kids. Kids, kids, kids. Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's my thing. That's my bumper sticker." I'm definitely not a kids girl. I'm just not that type.

"What are their names?"

"What are their names again?" I breathed out heavily. "There is the girl, she's Kiki Dee and then the boy's name is Bart. Which is of course is short for Barto."

"Well, I wanna meet them!" she looked excited and I just couldn't say no to her.

—

"So, our mom dosen't know that you took us today?" Maggie asked.

I took her and Michael out for lunch to their favorite pizza place, Pizza Hut to negotiate with them a little.

"Not yet" I shook my head 'no'.

"You know, this is kidnapping" Maggie stated.

"Stranger danger" Mikey added.

"What? No. I know you two a long time ago and Camila's also here" I looked at their babysitter dancing to a song she was listening to through her earphones. "Doing whatever that Camila does. Anyways, here's the deal. How would you like to be my pretend children for one afternoon?"

"Why don't you just tell that poor girl the truth?" sighed the young lady across the table.

"You know?" I laughed.

"Our mother tells us everything, wedding ring girl."

"What?" I asked surprised. I wasn't expecting Y/N to tell them everything. And I mean, EVERYTHING.

"Oh, my God! Did you see Gossip Girl last night? It was so good!" she threw her hair from side to side.

"No, she's not like that. Your mother's presenting her in a weird, weird way. I'm just saying, telling the truth is not the cards right now. I thought you would be excited to have an acting job."

"If it's an acting job, we should get paid."

"Yeah, you're gonna get paid in experience" this girl is just like her mother. Smart.

"I wanna actually get paid."

"All right, what do you want?" I asked crossing my arms.

"$600 for the day, plus overtime if we go over eight hours. I'll do my own hair and makeup. And, I want you to pay for the six-week intensive acting camp that my mom can't afford."

"$50 per day and a two-week acting class at the YMCA nearest you."

"$500 and four-week acting class" she's not giving up easily, okay.

"$300 and a three-week class."

"Done" she held her hands out for me.

"I would have done it for $500" I said and shook them.

"I would have done it for the experience" she really is the devil herself.

"Michael, you're up. Opener?" I turned to the 7 year old boy this time.

"I want you to take me to Hawaii so I can swim with the dolphins" I thought we already discussed that, and as I remember, I said no.

"You're not gonna let that one go, are you? We're not going to Hawaii. Anything else?"

"Find someone else then" he took a sip of his Coke with a serious look on his face. He didn't break eye contact, not for a second.

"Ooh, the Mafia stare down. Very good, Michael. We're here to negotiate. Do you have anything else you might like?"

"I want a flying pony."

"I want a flying pony too, but they don't exist" I giggled.

"Then I want a regular pony. And I want to name him Nelson" that's strange.

"How about a Playstation and we name him Nelson?"

"Keep talking" he took another sip and now I had his full attention.

"We'll include four video games."

"Five games and I want the meeting with brunette to be at J.D. McFunnigan's" he negotiated.

"How about Charlie Choo-Choo's because it's right down the street from me" I tried but he was adamant.

"Mention that slop-hole again and I walk."

"Alright, take it easy, son. Take it easy" I giggled.

"And I want unlimited tokens. If I can spend them, I wanna have them. I don't wanna be playing Skee-Ball and all of a sudden run out of tokens."

"Okay, I can make that happen. So do we have a deal?" I held out my hands for a high five from both of them.

"Deal" they said in sync.

"Deal's off unless you eat that pizza, seriously" I looked at Maggie.

I know Y/N fights a lot with the young girl because she never eats anything. Of course she dosen't, she's a teenager, she has to disagree with her mom (and seemingly everyone) every time she has the chance to, but she didn't this time. She took a big bite of her pizza and I put a big, proud smile on my face.

—

"My kids? Have you completely lost your mind?" Y/N shouted at me.

"Are you kidding me right now? You're the one who picked up your cell phone" I fought back.

"I can't believe you're doing all of this just so you can get some. It's just gross, you're pathetic."

We were at the clinic, it was our lunch break so I decided to bring this up to her, so we can have enough time to discuss it 'til our next patient's appointment.

"I'm not trying to get some. I already got some. And yes, I'd like to continue getting some. I'm pro me getting some" I leaned closer to her, whispering the last part, so other people won't hear it. "Wait, I smell something. You smell something?" I looked at Y/N suspiciously. "I smell perfume. Is that coming from you?"

"Maybe" she looked down at her feet and clearly got embarrassed.

"What, you got a date or something?" I asked with a little shock in my voice. It was unusual. She has never went out with anybody since her divorce.

"I don't have a date. I have a dinner" she answer, lowering her voice.

"You got a dinner? Who you got a dinner with?" I really didn't understand why, but I wasn't too happy about this.

Don't get me wrong, she deserves to be happy and treated right but what if this new someone is not good enough for her?! What if this someone isn't gonna treat the kids right?! Poor things already suffered enough because of their other mom, they probably don't need another asshole in their lives.

"Dr. Morrison's office manager, if you must know everything. Her name is Cari Fletcher."

"The girl with the red hair who has an indie pop band?" I laughed out loud. That's hilarious.

"You're mean."

"Is she gonna take you to rehearsal too? She sings, don't she?" I asked while I carelessly check the time on my phone.

"Yes, she does, and she writes songs. Pretty good ones."

"What does she write songs about? How bad her hair in ponytails look?" Y/N just rolled her eyes at me, she didn't even comment what I said.

I was about to make another joke about this girl I knew so well, because her boss, Dr. Morrison told me a lot about her, when Y/N phone's started ringing.

"Could be the kids or could be songwriter Cari" I winked and locked up my phone to text Selena.

"Okay, stop that" she looked at the caller ID and put her phone down to the table.

"Aren't you gonna pick up?" She shook her head no. I knew who was calling her.

"Let me talk to this girl" I got her phone in my hands and picked it up.

Y/N looked at me with shock written all over her face that soon turned into anger. She looked down at her device in my hand, she got up, took it from me and started speaking with the caller.

"Hello? Cari? Yeah, hi! We sure are" okay, what is this? Why's she talking like a teenager girl who's going out with the school's bad boy for the first time? That's so annoying. "Yeah, sushi would be groovy. Okay, I'll see you at 5.00 in the lobby. Bye" with that, my assistant hung up.

"What voice was that?"

"That was my voice."

"Really?" I mimicked her voice.

"I didn't sound like that."

"Usually, you don't. But you did this time. You're excited about this girl, huh?" I  raised my eyebrows but I could see she didn't want to talk about that, so as a good boss, (and of course a good friend) i let it go. "Okay, back to the kids, it's gonna be one afternoon. Why are we making such a big deal out of this?"

"Because you know what? You're trying to get my kids involved in your dysfunctional, sick, little, pathetic, twisted web of lies" that's harsh, wow.

"When I was negotiating with your son, Michael, he had the biggest smile I've ever seen on anyone's face. When I told him we could do it at J.D. McFunnigan's, the kid looked like he won the Haisman Trophy, I'm not kidding you" I gave her a serious look. Michael wasn't really a big smiler, actually I've never really seen him smile.

"Did he really smile?" Y/N asked surprised.

"Swear to God, like the cutest little smile" I smiled to myself when I recalled the little boy's face in front of me. "Oh, and I got Maggie to eat!" I stated proudly.

"You did?" she giggled.

"Pizza. Deep dish. Three pieces" I sticked my tongue out at her.

"I can't get her to eat anything" she sighed, a little worried, I would say.

"I know you can't, you've mentioned it before. Hey, look, don't do this for me. Do it for the children."

She looked deep in my eyes, thought for a second and replied; "I hate you."

"You love me" I smiled.