Note: I don't own 7th Heaven or any characters therein. This is entirely a work of fiction and imagination using some characters from the show. This story was inspired by the question: Where will the Camdens be in five years? Rated R for sexual stuff. Lots of shoutouts to the people at TwoP. Hope you like it!
A Very Camden Thanksgiving
Part I
Lucy Camden sat in the front passenger seat of her fiancé Dan's car, frowning. They were parked in the driveway of her parents' large, white-columned house in Glenoak, and she was trying to work up the courage to go in.
"Come on, Luce," Dan said, taking his hands off the steering wheel. "They probably heard the car pull up."
"I know, just give me a minute to get prepared." Lucy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them, she found Dan looking at her from the driver's seat, smirking.
"They're just your family, honey. How bad can it be?" He brushed the hair from the side of her face.
Lucy rolled her eyes and made a face to convey her dread of what lay ahead of them. "Believe me, you have no idea. Just remember all that stuff we went over on the way down here."
He sighed good-naturedly. "Yeah, I remember. No drinking, no smoking, no swearing. We don't live together. And I won't even mention the band. I already promised."
He was still touching the side of her face. He traced his hand down her neck and shoulder, then dipped suddenly and cupped her breast.
"Eeek!" Lucy squealed, jumping away from him. "And absolutely none of that!"
He smirked again. "Yeah, yeah. I'm just trying to get it all out of my system before we go in." He reached for her again. "Did I ever tell you that you have great tits, Miss Lucy Camden?"
"Stop, I mean it," she hissed. "They could be spying!" She giggled in spite of her words and shoved Dan's hand away.
"Oh, God," Dan muttered. "This is gonna be a rough night." He opened the car door and reached behind his seat for their overnight bags. Then, as she walked by him on her way to the front door, he put his hand on her arm and turned her to face him, looking her in the eyes. "Seriously, I'll be on my best behavior. You've got nothing to worry about."
She smiled the way she always did when she looked at him. Who would ever have predicted that she would find someone so wonderful? Reminding herself that only a few years ago she would never have given someone like him a second look, she felt especially grateful. It was truly fate, or the will of God, or something, that had brought them together.
Typically for him, Dan was completely confident that he could win her family over. "You just watch, they're gonna love me. They'll be kissing my ass by breakfast tomorrow."
"Dan!"
"Yeah, yeah. Kissing my cheek, I mean." He hoisted the bag and went around to close the trunk. "Next stop, the House of Repression!"
*
Upstairs in the attic window, Ruthie watched them, a tight smile on her face. She opened her notebook and scrawled something down, then slammed it closed and carefully concealed it behind the wallboard in the walk-in closet. Fools, she thought. Then she went downstairs to join the rest of the family.
