Santa In Disguise?

Jane's POV

After getting everybody over the shock of Johnny staying with us for a few days I found myself sitting on my parents inclosed back porch, Johnny next to me with a bottle of wine between us. "Are you sure this is okay? If you have something else to do I'm sure I can entertain myself." He smiled. I smiled back taking a sip of my wine. "No. This is fine. Izzy's out for the night so, I guess I'm all yours." I laughed. "Wonderful." He said taking a generous sip from his own glass. I could be imagining things but I'd swear he was flirting with me. 'Okay. Just stop those thoughts right there Missy.' I thought to myself. 'A man like Johnny Depp is sure in the hell not into you. He could have any woman he wanted. No need to go down that road.'
"So Mr. Depp-" He laughed. "Johnny, please." "Okay, Johnny. I wanted to apologize for earlier. Sometimes I don't think before I speak. I really am honored that you would think of me. I'm sure I could have declined a bit more graciously." I'm know I blushed. "Don't think on it. It's fine, really. I understand. You want to make it on your own. There's no shame in that. I just wish that you would reconsider. I remember what it was like. Waiting for that big break and to be able to offer that to you now, I just feel as though I would be paying it forward." He said looking at his glass.
I reached over, taking the glass from his hand, and refilled it from the bottle between us. "I hope the wine is okay. I'm sorry I don't have anything nicer." I apologized handing him his drink. "No. This is fine. To be perfectly honest, I can't tell the difference anyway." He said taking the drink from me. We both sat there in silence for awhile. Suprisingly, it wasn't awkward. I was the most relaxed I had been in awhile.
"Well, I guess since I was bold enough to ask to stay I shouldn't ruin my perfect record now. What's your story? I mean, your daughter. Living with your parents. You didn't seem too happy to admit that part." He asked looking out the window at the falling snow.
I sat silently for a minute wondering what to tell him. He would be here for, what, a few days? Then he would go on his marry way and I would probably never see him again. I guess the truth couldn't hurt then. I would tell him, he'd leave and probably never think of me again. "To be honest, I didn't think my life would end up this way. Isabella's father...I thought he was the one, you know? The whole fairytale thing. We had been together a year before I got pregnant. Everything seemed to be going okay right up until I found out. Throughout my entire pregnancy he was never there. I went to all my appointments alone. I heard her heartbeat for the first time by myself. I sat there while the doctor told me that they thought she had down syndrom alone. We were young. He wasn't ready for responsibility. He would come home from work every day, change, and head over to a friend's house to hang out and play video games late into the night. I had a horrible pregnancy. You name it, I had it." I laughed bitterly. "I guess I should have known then, when he'd leave me home throwing up from morning sickness to go hang out with friends. But I thought maybe he just didn't know how to handle it, you know? He couldn't fix anything I was going through so, I let it go. After Izzy was born nothing changed. I mean, the first couple of weeks he was so helpful and caring. But then it was like a new toy he had already gotten bored with. We had decided I would stay home with her while he worked. Neither one of us liked the idea of childcare but he would always make me feel bad for not working. Like I wasn't doing my part. The romance, the love. It was gone. He never seemed to have any time for Izzy or me for that matter. I tried talking to him many times about how I was feeling but nothing seemed to make a difference. Finally after trying for a year I gave up. I left and moved back in with my parents. Now I'm just trying to get myself out of debt and back on my feet. I guess he figured since I left him I could take our debt with me." I looked up finding Johnny staring intently at me. I was flooded with embarrasment. "God, I'm so sorry. I'm rambling, and whining. I guess you didn't ask for all the details." I looked down again. So embarrased I wish I could just melt into the floor.
Johnny reached up and took my hand. "Don't be embarrased. It's just...I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you had to go through that. Your pregnancy should have been a wounderful experience. I mean, what girl doesn't look forward to that? The foot rubs, being waited on, having the person you love dearest holding your hand as you see your child for the first time. It just, it makes me sad to think that you missed all that and theres no way to fix it." He finished rubbing small circles with his thumb over the back of my hand.
I looked up into his eyes thinking 'Here's a man any woman would be lucky to have. He seems to get it. The little things that matter. And, God, his eyes like milk chocolate orbs that were meant to be stared at for hours.' I mentally slapped myself. I've really got to stop that. I gently pulled my hand out of his trying to make the butterflies in my stomach ease. "It's okay. I'm a big girl. I know now that fairytales don't exist."
"But they do." He exclaimed. "You just haven't found your prince charming yet. But trust me. He's looking for someone just like you..." He said leaning towards me taking my hand again. My heart was in my throat. God, he was gorgeous, smart, funny, sensitive. This must be some trick of the gods to make me, me, and him well, him. It made me sad all over again to think that I was staring at exactly my hearts deapest desire and would never have it. Thats when he kissed me. He just leaned over and crashed his lips to mine reaching his other hand around and snaking it through my long curls. I did what any sane girl would do. I kissed him back. I kissed him back with all the pain and hurt left over from the topic of our conversation, and the longing of finding someone who felt the same.