Fair warning, I've never been very good at writing the Lumi fight scenes. If you hadn't noticed I've avoided a lot of potential moments, but it had to come. They wouldn't be Lumi if they didn't fight.

Lucas came in and surveyed the room. Sami was on the couch with her wedding magazines and Will was nowhere to be seen. He was probably off at Josh's or Ryan's, it seemed that kid had an endless amount of excuses to give his parents alone time. He plopped down next to Sami and loosened his tie, "Hey."

"Long day at work?"

He sighed, "Yeah. Mom stopped by to talk."

"Well, seeing that bitch any day would make me look like that."

He ignored the jab at his mom, no sense in fighting about her again. Right now he needed to find a way to convince his intended that it wouldn't be a betrayal if he went to Belle and Philip's wedding. Yeah, and the sky was green.

"Belle and Philip's wedding is in a few days," might as well bite the bullet.

"Don't remind me, that should have been our wedding day. Can you believe they actually sent us an invitation today?"

"Where is it?"

"I burned it."

"Why would you… never mind, I know the answer. The thing is, I think we should go, or at least I want to and Will should have the option."

She looked at him with wide, hurt eyes, but the pain was quickly masked by anger, "You want to go to the wedding of two people who stabbed us in the back and aren't even sorry for it. The wedding they stole from us! Why would you encourage the twit and the tin soldier when you know she's using him!"

"He's my brother!"

"And she's my sister, but I'm not blind. Belle is using him to get back at Shawn and that is even more of a reason not to go. They played us, did you forget that!"

"Philip is going to war, Sami, or have you forgotten that. He could die, my little brother could die! Are you so selfish that you can't have some compassion for him!"

"I'm sorry he's going to war, really I am, and I pray to God he doesn't get hurt or worse, but that doesn't change the facts. He showed absolutely no regard for us, for Will, when he took our wedding day! Philip let Belle and Kate manipulate him!"

"Is that what this is about? Is this just some elaborate, convoluted plot to get back at my mother? Why can't you just let it go!"

"Let it go! You want me to just forget that she tried to kill me, more than once! That she's never even acknowledged that she did something wrong. For God's sake, she got you to help her!"

"It never would have happened if you hadn't lied about Will!"

"It's always going to come back to that, isn't it? God, what was I thinking, this is never going to work. You're never going to choose me; you're never going to choose us. Someone else is always going to come first, either your mom or brother. Anyone that isn't me, because you don't think I deserve it."

"If you really believe that, then maybe I should just leave."

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

As Lucas slammed the door shut, Sami sank down on the couch to let herself cry. What had she just done? If Lucas left then she really wouldn't have anyone. Why did she even want him to come back, he had just proven that nothing had ever changed. He followed everyone else's preconceived notions about her motives, wasn't he supposed to be the exception to that rule? But he'd come back, right? Lucas wouldn't abandon her, he couldn't.

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The second he had slammed the door, Lucas could hear Sami sobbing through it. Every instinct he had told him to go back in there, but he steeled himself and kept going. He wasn't going to be her lap dog, going along with whatever she wanted and never questioning it.

Was it really so wrong of him to want to see his brother get married? How could she expect him to choose between her and his family? Then again, she hadn't actually asked him to choose. They could have worked things out rationally, eventually, if he hadn't have brought his mother into it. No, he wasn't going to sympathize with her; it was Sami's fault. She was being vindictive and childish.

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Uncomfortably, Sami tossed in her bed again. It was no use; the bed seemed so big and awful without Lucas next to her. They hadn't spent the night away from each other in months. It wasn't so much that she missed him, as it was that the bed was cold. Yeah, that was it; she didn't need him at all.

Okay, so maybe she slept better when he was with her. Maybe it hurt to think about him alone in his bed, but it was his own fault. The problem was, Will knew something was wrong the minute she set the dinner table for two, not three. He looked so sad, but almost as if he expected it. She hated hurting Will, and that's what she had done, what they both had done.

This was just stupid. She was all-alone in this big, cold, stupid, Lucas-less bed. Trying to sleep wasn't working. Finally, after much deliberating and procrastinating, Sami sucked up her pride, found her keys, and silently padded over to her front door after checking on Will.

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Lucas beat his pillow in an attempt to fluff it for the millionth time. He hated this stupid room with its stupid masculine decor and its stupid cold, uninhabited look. The Sami-less room was mocking him. He hated that he was alone. That was the problem, he couldn't sleep without Sami, he didn't want to.

What if she couldn't sleep either? What if she had a nightmare and he wasn't there to comfort her? God, what if she was crying again? He hated making her cry. Causing her pain was something he never wanted to do ever again. They had hurt Will, too.Their son had come over for awhile after dinner and he had seen it in his eyes. They could still make up before the night was over, and then maybe, just maybe, he could get some decent sleep that night, with Sami in his arms.

He grabbed his keys and quietly went out into the hallway. He was just about to slide his key in Sami's door when it opened. Sami and Lucas looked at each other in shock. Neither knew who made the first move, but soon they were hugging.

Sami held him as closely as she could and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Lucas held on fiercely, slightly afraid this was a fantasy, "Me, too."

They held on for several minutes longer, then by silent agreement they moved into her bedroom to sit in the deliciously warm bed under the nice soft covers and talk.

"I'm sorry I brought my mom into this, and I'm really sorry about bringing up the Will lie."

Sami shifted, and then settled back against his shoulder, "I'm sorry if it seemed like I was trying to make you choose, I wouldn't do that. And I shouldn't have brought up the past, I know we've mostly gotten past that stuff."

Tentatively he looked at her, he wasn't going to back down on this, "I'm still going to the wedding."

Sami held her anger in check, but he could feel her stiffen in his arms, "You can do what you want. I just don't understand why you're doing it."

"He's my only little brother."

"You're forgetting Rex, but I get what you mean. It just seems wrong to me. Sometimes it feels like our wedding is more important to me than it is to you."

"Well, it is."

"Oh," she looked at him with shocked, wounded eyes. Did their wedding really mean so little to him?

When Lucas saw the look in her eyes he realized that his answer could have been misunderstood, "No, I didn't mean it like that. It's just, the ceremony isn't the important part to me. All that matters is that I get to call you my wife and you are spending the rest of your life with me."

Sami felt herself melt into a big pile of mushy goo. How did he always figure out the right thing to say? It wasn't fair; it was impossible to hold on to her anger when he was so good at this, "Why do you always have to do that?"

"What?" Lucas was completely confused; damn this woman could change her emotions faster than most changed their socks.

"You always say the perfect thing, then it makes it impossible for me to hate you."

"What can I say, it's a gift."