History In The Making- Chapter 4
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"I'm so excited to share this with you, I hope you like it," Wyatt whispered over Lucy's back as he guided her by the shoulders to their next destination. "Just keep your eyes closed."
Understanding Wyatt's decision not to give too much of the surprise away, Lucy nodded. But if the truth were to be told, the anticipation and excitement of what came next, was increasing with every step.
"Wyatt?"
"Uh, huh."
"Are we there yet?" Lucy tried to stifle a laugh, but failed miserably.
"Almost." Wyatt loved seeing Lucy like this: jovial, unguarded, and confident.
"I'm sorry," Lucy sighed loudly, trying to catch her breath. "I couldn't resist."
"You are one impatient woman," Wyatt teased, gripping her waist and slowly pulling her into his chest. He couldn't help himself and finished with a slight squeeze across her midsection.
A smile lit up Lucy's face when her body came into contact with Wyatt's, sending more than a few electric sparks through her body. She kept her eyes closed, savoring the feel of his chest against her back and his arms around her waist. He was so warm and comfortable, and she wanted to stay in his embrace forever. However, rather than risk getting caught in the moment, she diverted with a little humor. "That's not the first time I've heard that."
"Why does that not surprise me?" Wyatt replied, turning Lucy around slowly to face him. She was so beautiful and the way the sunlight captured her hair in its rays was almost more than he could take. He took a minute to savor the moment and just be grateful for the opportunity to be here with such a beautiful woman. Could he be so lucky to have found love twice in a lifetime? Throwing caution to the wind, Wyatt decided to move in for another kiss, but stopped suddenly when he saw Lucy's dark brown eyes looking deeply into his bright blue ones.
"Is something on your mind, Master Sergeant?" Lucy asked, trying to keep the humor of the situation out of her tone.
"No," he stammered, slightly embarrassed by getting caught in the act of romance. "Please keep both eyes closed, this is supposed to be a surprise, remember…Ms. Historian."
"I actually have my doctorate in American History. So technically, that would be Dr. Historian." Lucy explained with a little laughter and a huge smile.
"Okay then "Dr. Historian", please keep your eyes closed, we are almost there." Now, Wyatt's smile mirrored Lucy's as he began to reminisce out loud, continuing to walk her in towards the open field. "I've never dated a doctor before. Do you think..."
Lucy interrupted quickly, "So this is a date?"
"I'm not sure yet," Wyatt teased. "I'll have to get back to you on that, but for now, just follow me."
It was a good thing Wyatt couldn't read Lucy's thoughts; but if he did, he would have heard, "I would follow you anywhere."
Together, Lucy and Wyatt walked a little further up the cobblestone path and then into a small open field. This was the moment Wyatt had been waiting for. Today, he was taking a huge step and opening his heart to let someone in and that someone was Lucy. Wyatt started going through his mental checklist: The setting was perfect, the weather was too, and the food...well... he tried.
"Open your eyes, Lucy."
Lucy slowly opened her eyes and blinked several times to adjust to the sun which was now shining brightly. She was standing in a open field filled with butterflies and flowers. American Painted Lady butterflies flew from daisy to daisy as if they were in some sort of hurry. Mourning Cloak butterflies circled a tall willow tree while Silvery Checkerspot butterflies sat lazily on sunflowers. Lucy turned back towards Wyatt and fought hard to find the right words. "Wyatt, I don't know what to say."
"Do you like it?"
"This is amazing," Lucy said, twirling around slowly, taking in every detail of the scenery in front of her. "I have never seen anything like it."
"When I was in my early teens, my Grandpa Sherwin brought me to a place very similar to this one in West Texas. He told me it was where he and my grandma had their first date. He teased that it would always have special meaning for the two of them because my grandma loved butterflies and he loved my grandma." Wyatt's voice started to shake slightly as he recalled the old childhood memories. "I remember seeing pictures of her wearing decorative butterfly pins on her clothing and butterfly pins in her hair. Sherwin used to say that my grandma thought butterflies were natures way of giving back and the promise of change."
"Butterflies enrich peoples lives in many ways," Lucy commented, as she took in Wyatt's pained expression. "They can be very inspirational."
"Agreed. Even when my dad was at his worst, my grandma tried to remain upbeat and positive to keep the family going." Wyatt swallowed hard to keep his emotions at bay, "She is an inspiration to me."
"Is she still in your life?"
"Unfortunately, she passed when I was about ten," Wyatt paused and smiled. "But my grandpa kept her memory alive."
Sensing Wyatt's cold heart beginning to melt, Lucy spoke up quickly while giving him a supportive hug. "Your grandma sounds like a special woman."
Like flipping a switch, Wyatt replaced his vulnerability with his military facade and pulled out of the embrace. Lucy recognized the defensive posture immediately and took his hand into hers, hoping to convey a sense of solidarity. She knew that Wyatt's family history was a hot topic and something he didn't ever talk about.
"She was a very special woman," Wyatt's voice broke through the sounds of birds chirping and music coming from the distance. "My grandpa used to joke with her that any woman who could tame one of the "Logan Men", was truly a gift from above." Wyatt laughed awkwardly and then looked away as if disgusted, "I'm not sure my mom ever felt that way…"
Lucy remembered Wyatt sharing the details about his dad when they were in Germany. If she recalled the words correctly, he was a "first class son of a bitch."
"Anyway, during our trip, he told me that one day when I was older and grew into a man…" Wyatt stopped talking long enough to take Lucy's hand and put it to his soft lips, kissing her fingers gently as if to demonstrate his maturity. "That I will take a beautiful lady to a place like this too. I hope you liked it."
Lucy was mesmerized by Wyatt's past and the emotions he had shared with her. Clutching the yellow rose, she said, "I'm flattered that you would share this with me. I absolutely love it, thank you."
"You are welcome."
Butterflies continued to dance all around them as they walked toward the sound of the music. Lucy held out her free hand to catch one, the corner of her mouth twitching in a smile as she watched them fly by. "Wyatt?"
"Yes, Dr. Historian?" Wyatt replied, smiling softly at his date.
"I could get used to the doctor part," Lucy said good-naturedly. "Seriously though, how did you know this butterfly garden was here?"
"That's the next part of the surprise…let's keep moving."
TBC