A/N: OMG! I was so surprised when you guys asked for more "I love you" between Lucy and Kevin, and I could have sworn I had put at least a few "I love you"s in this story. Apparently that was my other story. I seriously thought I was being overly-sappy in this story, which is what I like. I promise you that this chapter will give you what you want.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Alyn and Chris Conner. They are my own creation as is this storyline.
Chapter 4: I Love You
"Alyn, I asked you to meet me here because I needed to talk to you about something," Lucy started skittishly. It was now Saturday afternoon, the day after the hectic dinner. The two had decided to meet for coffee up at the promenade.
Lucy had never thought she would have to have this type of conversation with a good friend. It was hard to confront someone about something this serious, this private, this terrible. But for Alyn's sake, she had to. She nervously stirred her coffee with the silver spoon, stalling the conversation they were about to have.
"Don't go any further, Lucy," Alyn stopped her, setting down her coffee cup. Lucy looked up startled. "I know what you wanted to talk about. Chris told me last night after we left."
Her jaw nearly dropping to the ground, Lucy stared at her friend, surprised.
"Chris told you?" she asked, her eyes wide.
"Yeah, and I am really sorry. I feel so bad about it, but it was an accident," Alyn apologized.
"An accident?" Lucy squeaked, offended and slightly amused by what she was hearing. How could Chris's behavior have been an 'accident'?
"And we'll pay for it," Alyn insisted, not noticing the confused look on Lucy's face.
"You most definitely will pay for it," she nearly screamed, outraged.
"I mean, your grandmother's china your mom gave you on your wedding day? I feel so bad," Alyn sighed, her hand resting comfortably against her mug.
"What?" Lucy stammered out, nearly falling out of her chair.
"Chris broke one of her good glasses while you guys were out on the porch last night. I was wondering why you stormed into the house and then I saw the glass all over the table. Chris told me when we got home," she cleared up for Lucy.
Lucy couldn't believe her ears. He had lied to his wife, again, and she had believed him.
"Is that what he told you?" Lucy asked slightly softer, realizing that she shouldn't take out her anger on her unsuspecting friend.
"Yes?" Alyn answered, slightly confused.
Leaning back in her chair, Lucy took a slow sip of her coffee, trying to soak in everything she was hearing.
"Hey sweetie," Lucy heard behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see her husband, police uniform and all, walking towards her.
"Hey," she smiled back, still a little unsettled by the story Alyn had just told her. "I didn't know you were working the promenade today."
Kevin leaned down and gave his wife a short, but sweet kiss on the lips, which she accepted gratefully.
"Well, I'm not. Lunch break," he answered, shifting his gaze to Alyn, who was sitting across the table, "Hey Alyn."
"Hi," she smiled politely.
"Oh, Luce, I was going to call you. Do you want me to bring home a pizza tonight? I get off early," he asked, turning his attention back to his wife.
"Yeah, that would be great. I don't have to cook," Lucy smiled up at him from her seat and shrugged her shoulders. "And the usual?"
"Medium supreme, no olives," Kevin stated. Lucy nodded, taking another sip of coffee.
"Would you like to join us?" Lucy asked him, shifting slightly in her seat to a more comfortable position so that she could see her husband.
"You know I'd love to, but my break's over in 10 minutes," he answered regrettably, looking around briefly for his partner. "Roxanne had to find a hot dog stand so I have no idea where she is."
"Okay, so I'll see you tonight," she clarified, "with pizza?"
"Yes ma'am," Kevin nodded. Leaning down closer to her, he added more softly, "I love you."
"I love you too," Lucy smiled, kissing her husband again.
I love you. How could three words be so powerful, and why was a person who hadn't heard those words in so long be affected by them so much? Alyn couldn't help but stare as the couple exchanged these words. It was so easy for them to say, yet meant so much. Their love was so pure, not fake like the kind words that rarely crept their way out of her husband's pompous mouth. Yes, she knew they were fake, but why did they make her knees buckle every time?
It was a conversation about having pizza for dinner. So why did it hit Alyn so hard? She knew Kevin and Lucy Kinkirk were one of the most romantic, loving couples she had ever met. But, Alyn supposed, this must have been the first time she had heard them exchange these particular feelings. Lucy would always talk about how Kevin did such sweet things for her at home–sometimes big, sometimes small– but always meaningful. She often envied all the tales her friend would tell her, wishing Chris would show the same love and devotion Kevin did.
And most of all, Kevin had said them first with ease, and Lucy had answered gracefully and honestly. It wasn't an unusual or awkward moment. It seemed . . .routine, but just as strong as if they were being said for the first time. Even in the beginning of their marriage, Alyn remembered having always been the first to say 'I love you', and Chris would one way or another answer her with a proper but emotionless reply.
"Alyn? You okay?" she heard a voice ring in her ear. Alyn looked up, startled, not having realized she had completely zoned out. Kevin had already gone, leaving Lucy alone sitting across from her at the table.
"Yeah, sorry," she answered, scooting up in her chair as she took another sip of coffee. "I'm fine."
"Chris," Alyn started uneasily as the couple ate dinner-baby back ribs and mashed potatoes, as Chris had requested.
"Hhhmph," she heard from across the table, her husband having crammed a spoonful of potatoes into his mouth.
"Do you love me?" she asked skittishly.
Chris laughed. It was a very uncomfortable and cruel laugh, but it was his laugh, a laugh that to anyone else would have been bizarre and rude.
"I'd love anybody who cooked for me," he answered, amused. He swallowed another hefty spoonful of mashed potatoes, not even bothering to use any kind of manners.
"Not like that," she tried to clarify. "Do you love me because I'm your wife?"
Thinking about it for a moment, Chris smiled slyly.
"Of course, babe," he answered, again emotionless. "And don't you ever forget it."
"I won't," she said quickly, not wanting to get in trouble. "It's just you never say it. I saw Kevin and Lucy Kinkirk today-"
Chris sighed loudly, as if the topic exhausted him. "Didn't we already talk about this?"
Alyn lowered her head, ashamed.
"They are a bad example for you," he continued as if it were obvious. "All that lovey-dovey crap is not needed in a normal relationship. Theirs is just so shallow, they need all the I love you's they can get."
Standing up from the table abruptly and leaving his dirty plate and glass for his wife to take care of, Chris walked briskly across the kitchen and locked himself in his office. The conversation was obviously over and not to be discussed again.
She loved him like he was the last man on earth. Gave him everything she ever had.
A/N: There you go, everyone. A whole chapter about 'I love you'! PLEASE REVIEW! I LOVE IT!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Alyn and Chris Conner. They are my own creation as is this storyline.
Chapter 4: I Love You
"Alyn, I asked you to meet me here because I needed to talk to you about something," Lucy started skittishly. It was now Saturday afternoon, the day after the hectic dinner. The two had decided to meet for coffee up at the promenade.
Lucy had never thought she would have to have this type of conversation with a good friend. It was hard to confront someone about something this serious, this private, this terrible. But for Alyn's sake, she had to. She nervously stirred her coffee with the silver spoon, stalling the conversation they were about to have.
"Don't go any further, Lucy," Alyn stopped her, setting down her coffee cup. Lucy looked up startled. "I know what you wanted to talk about. Chris told me last night after we left."
Her jaw nearly dropping to the ground, Lucy stared at her friend, surprised.
"Chris told you?" she asked, her eyes wide.
"Yeah, and I am really sorry. I feel so bad about it, but it was an accident," Alyn apologized.
"An accident?" Lucy squeaked, offended and slightly amused by what she was hearing. How could Chris's behavior have been an 'accident'?
"And we'll pay for it," Alyn insisted, not noticing the confused look on Lucy's face.
"You most definitely will pay for it," she nearly screamed, outraged.
"I mean, your grandmother's china your mom gave you on your wedding day? I feel so bad," Alyn sighed, her hand resting comfortably against her mug.
"What?" Lucy stammered out, nearly falling out of her chair.
"Chris broke one of her good glasses while you guys were out on the porch last night. I was wondering why you stormed into the house and then I saw the glass all over the table. Chris told me when we got home," she cleared up for Lucy.
Lucy couldn't believe her ears. He had lied to his wife, again, and she had believed him.
"Is that what he told you?" Lucy asked slightly softer, realizing that she shouldn't take out her anger on her unsuspecting friend.
"Yes?" Alyn answered, slightly confused.
Leaning back in her chair, Lucy took a slow sip of her coffee, trying to soak in everything she was hearing.
"Hey sweetie," Lucy heard behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see her husband, police uniform and all, walking towards her.
"Hey," she smiled back, still a little unsettled by the story Alyn had just told her. "I didn't know you were working the promenade today."
Kevin leaned down and gave his wife a short, but sweet kiss on the lips, which she accepted gratefully.
"Well, I'm not. Lunch break," he answered, shifting his gaze to Alyn, who was sitting across the table, "Hey Alyn."
"Hi," she smiled politely.
"Oh, Luce, I was going to call you. Do you want me to bring home a pizza tonight? I get off early," he asked, turning his attention back to his wife.
"Yeah, that would be great. I don't have to cook," Lucy smiled up at him from her seat and shrugged her shoulders. "And the usual?"
"Medium supreme, no olives," Kevin stated. Lucy nodded, taking another sip of coffee.
"Would you like to join us?" Lucy asked him, shifting slightly in her seat to a more comfortable position so that she could see her husband.
"You know I'd love to, but my break's over in 10 minutes," he answered regrettably, looking around briefly for his partner. "Roxanne had to find a hot dog stand so I have no idea where she is."
"Okay, so I'll see you tonight," she clarified, "with pizza?"
"Yes ma'am," Kevin nodded. Leaning down closer to her, he added more softly, "I love you."
"I love you too," Lucy smiled, kissing her husband again.
I love you. How could three words be so powerful, and why was a person who hadn't heard those words in so long be affected by them so much? Alyn couldn't help but stare as the couple exchanged these words. It was so easy for them to say, yet meant so much. Their love was so pure, not fake like the kind words that rarely crept their way out of her husband's pompous mouth. Yes, she knew they were fake, but why did they make her knees buckle every time?
It was a conversation about having pizza for dinner. So why did it hit Alyn so hard? She knew Kevin and Lucy Kinkirk were one of the most romantic, loving couples she had ever met. But, Alyn supposed, this must have been the first time she had heard them exchange these particular feelings. Lucy would always talk about how Kevin did such sweet things for her at home–sometimes big, sometimes small– but always meaningful. She often envied all the tales her friend would tell her, wishing Chris would show the same love and devotion Kevin did.
And most of all, Kevin had said them first with ease, and Lucy had answered gracefully and honestly. It wasn't an unusual or awkward moment. It seemed . . .routine, but just as strong as if they were being said for the first time. Even in the beginning of their marriage, Alyn remembered having always been the first to say 'I love you', and Chris would one way or another answer her with a proper but emotionless reply.
"Alyn? You okay?" she heard a voice ring in her ear. Alyn looked up, startled, not having realized she had completely zoned out. Kevin had already gone, leaving Lucy alone sitting across from her at the table.
"Yeah, sorry," she answered, scooting up in her chair as she took another sip of coffee. "I'm fine."
"Chris," Alyn started uneasily as the couple ate dinner-baby back ribs and mashed potatoes, as Chris had requested.
"Hhhmph," she heard from across the table, her husband having crammed a spoonful of potatoes into his mouth.
"Do you love me?" she asked skittishly.
Chris laughed. It was a very uncomfortable and cruel laugh, but it was his laugh, a laugh that to anyone else would have been bizarre and rude.
"I'd love anybody who cooked for me," he answered, amused. He swallowed another hefty spoonful of mashed potatoes, not even bothering to use any kind of manners.
"Not like that," she tried to clarify. "Do you love me because I'm your wife?"
Thinking about it for a moment, Chris smiled slyly.
"Of course, babe," he answered, again emotionless. "And don't you ever forget it."
"I won't," she said quickly, not wanting to get in trouble. "It's just you never say it. I saw Kevin and Lucy Kinkirk today-"
Chris sighed loudly, as if the topic exhausted him. "Didn't we already talk about this?"
Alyn lowered her head, ashamed.
"They are a bad example for you," he continued as if it were obvious. "All that lovey-dovey crap is not needed in a normal relationship. Theirs is just so shallow, they need all the I love you's they can get."
Standing up from the table abruptly and leaving his dirty plate and glass for his wife to take care of, Chris walked briskly across the kitchen and locked himself in his office. The conversation was obviously over and not to be discussed again.
She loved him like he was the last man on earth. Gave him everything she ever had.
A/N: There you go, everyone. A whole chapter about 'I love you'! PLEASE REVIEW! I LOVE IT!!!