Author's note: Lucille Tracy fic, set before her pregnancy with Alan, as some authorities have her dying while giving birth to him.
Prompt 29, Diet drinks
The diet soda rests in the treadmill's cup holder. Lucille picks it up, and gulps the contents, emptying the can. Four boys have had an impact on her figure; she is determined to keep that impact marginal. After all, her husband is a highly desirable man: ex-astronaut, up-and-coming financial giant... she wants to keep him!
The door opens, unheard over the music she is listening to. Suddenly, arms wrap around her waist, pulling her from the treadmill. Warm lips nibble their way along a shoulder; her doubts dissolve like soda bubbles. He is hers, and always will be.
