History In The Making- Chapter 1

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There were two things Wyatt Logan knew for sure: one, that the genuine kiss he shared with Lucy could still be felt all the way down to his toes; and two, he was falling in love again…

Six hours earlier.

Wyatt was driving to the History Museum with lunch in the back seat of his car for Lucy Preston. It had been years since he had a actual date and his anticipation of the afternoon was pretty much off the charts. While this might be considered a first date, it was hardly a traditional first date. It was Lucy, a stranger he met through circumstance but had grown into a friend he respected and admired a little more each day. Conversely, because it was Lucy, he wanted to show her that there was more to him than a soldier by day and a grieving widower by night.

Pulling into the parking lot of the Museum, Wyatt exhaled a sigh of relief, when he saw Lucy sitting on a small park bench with her legs crossed, her hair blowing in the light breeze. He whispered quietly, trying not to sound as panicked as he felt, "She made it."

Lucy saw Wyatt and stood up quickly, but not too quickly, since looking too eager was not the first impression she wanted to give him. Waving from a distance, she adjusted her dress, looked down at her ringless finger, and walked towards his car. As she drew closer to him, she could feel the energy building between them as if they were two magnets, each piece trying to pull towards each other. "Your wearing blue," Lucy mumbled under her breath. "I always love it when you wear blue."

Wyatt reached out to take Lucy's hand into his when she reached his car. "Thanks for agreeing to meet me Lucy, you look beautiful." Unsure of what to do next, they both leaned into an awkward hug. Wyatt took a deep breath as he held Lucy tightly, her scent of vanilla hanging in the air, calling to him to inhale a little deeper.

Lucy could feel his warm body against hers as they held their embrace. She could feel his breath against her neck as his lips paused there briefly, sending tingles down her spine. She started to run her hands up and down his back slowly, taking in every detail of the strong muscles under his blue shirt. There was something very right and very natural and suddenly the embrace did not feel so awkward.

"Thank you for inviting me," she whispered softly into his ear. "I haven't been here in years."

"We are not here to tour the Museum, we are here to have lunch on the Museum grounds. No talk of Flynn, or Rittenhouse, it's going to be just you and me and several glasses of wine." Wyatt explained, pulling out of the embrace and pointing to the canvas bag in his back seat. "Unless we get a call from Mason Industries and then it's you and me and Rufus… and no wine."

"Wyatt," Lucy said, overwhelmed with emotion that was somewhere between a laugh and tears. "No one has ever done anything like this for me before. Are we celebrating something?"

Wyatt removed the bag and a red and black checked gingham blanket from the back seat of the car and then offered his hand to Lucy. "Consider it a sort of thank you for being my partner in crime in dealing with Bonnie and Clyde." He could feel the warmth and love when she laced her fingers around his. It took him back to when he and Lucy shared the twin bed in Arkansas. He could have laid next to her forever, even with Bonnie and Clyde sucking face just inches away. The feeling of Lucy's scantly clad body, next to his was something he would not soon forget. "Follow me, I have the perfect spot for us."

Holding onto the bag in one hand and Lucy's hand in the other, the couple made their way down the cobble stone pathway of the museum grounds. It wasn't a very far walk to get to the open space of grass and tress. It was the perfect scene, peaceful and tranquil and with no one in sight.

Lucy pointed to a small brick house about 50 yards off of the stone path. "Did you know that is the caretakers house?"

"No, but I'm pretty sure you are going to tell me all about it."

"It is the original house that was built on this land. My mom used to take me here every summer and tell me the story of the family that built it." Wyatt was hanging onto every word, when Lucy's voice turned a little sour. "It's a sad story really, the house was built by John and Mary Thompson and their young son, Jacob in December of 1887. The Thompson's had very little money and could only afford to build the house one room at a time. Ultimately, it took them ten years to finish the 4 room house." Lucy's fingers squeezed a little tighter around Wyatt's, holding on for support. "Mary didn't live long enough to see the house completed. She died from pneumonia in 1895. John never remarried and died alone in 1920."

"Lucy," Wyatt paused briefly, "I love it when you talk "history" to me." This was the Lucy that Wyatt was slowly falling in love with. The one who challenged him not only mentally but physically as well. She made him into a better man, someone he could look in the mirror and be proud of. Needless to say, Lucy had done the impossible…she gave him a reason to hope for the future. But what was next?

"I broke off my engagement with Noah…"

TBC