A new face after the race
Chapter 17
A continuous beeping woke Lucky from his peaceful sleep. He opened his eyes reluctantly to see Emily's alarm clock. It must be Emily's alarm so she wakes up and gets to school. The clock next to it read six o'clock and Lucky moved to turn it off, thinking it was too early to wake up considering her earliest class was at nine. It allowed Emily at least another hour of sleep. However when he reached too far, something stopped his movement. It was Emily's sleeping form.
He paused and settled his hand away just as the beeping stopped. Lucky nearly groaned with stupidity. He should have known that, but he hadn't used an alarm clock in the last year, so he guessed it was excused. He leaned back against the pillows and looked at the ceiling with little interest and found he was wide awake. Stupid alarm, Lucky thought. He could have at least slept twenty more minutes.
A moment on his left caught his attention and he found Emily in a troubled sleep. He tucked a lock of her hair away from her face and Emily calmed under his touch. She stopped moving as if something was bothering her in her sleep, and fell into another deep sleep.
Lucky was surprised at how much safer Emily felt when with him. She always said she could handle herself and kept her independency, even though when he was near she was always more dependent on him. It must scare her to see how dependent she was on him, she always grew to be dependent and then the person died or left her, another reason of why she valued her independence. She found you could never be dependent of them and that if you did they would just leave you alone, desperate for something to hold on too.
That was how Emily felt when he was neglecting her and Lucky told himself to never do that again. She risked trusting him, knowing he would be there for her, and he had let her down when he pushed her aside. He needed to totally regain her confidence in that region, but how?
Lucky supposed he just had to be more ready and attentive and everything would fall in place. That was the only thing to do with Emily. She had to find everything okay with them to do so and there was no direct way to do that, so that was all he had. He just had to try a few paths to get to the end. He expected unexpected curves and stops though, and there was nothing he could do to get past them except face them head on and expect the unexpected.
He worried about the unexpected though. It might be too big of him to face without help and support, worst of all he didn't know if Emily could. Emily was too fragile at the moment. She was having mental problems, but that was expected considering the anniversary of the murder of her father was approaching soon.
She wouldn't pity him or think much on it, except she would on what he did. She may have gotten past it, but she wasn't over it. She would never be. It would always be painful no matter what. It would be a pain for the rest of her life. All he could do was stand by her and help whatever way he could. Which wasn't much, but he would do as much as he can and keep Emily in good standing; an important thing considering the fainting spell that happened lately. She tended to forget everything except her pain and get lost in it.
More movement broke up his thoughts and he turned to see Emily waking up slowly. She was leaning up and rubbing her eyes. She smiled at him when she spotted him. "Shouldn't you be asleep?" She asked and looked at him.
Lucky leaned up as well. "Yeah, but that evil alarm clock of yours interrupted it." He said, hoping for a laugh. Hearing one of her laughs would definitely brighten him and his thoughts that were getting too dark.
Emily gave a small laugh as he wanted. "It's not evil considering that's what it's supposed to do." She explained and got up from the bed and stretched a little, working the kinks of sleep out.
"Yeah, well it woke the wrong person." He said and didn't move to get up as Emily did. He wanted to live in this moment for a few minutes more. Emily was happy and the future looking clearer than before.
"That's not the clock's fault. That would be the computer that makes the whole thing work." Emily said, done stretching and preparing for the day.
"How about I destroy the computer and get some sleep with my favorite person next to me." He said, grabbing her hand and pulling her down next to him.
"You could sleep, but I have to get ready for school. And I suggest you get to work. You have been absent for a couple days straight." Emily said pulling away from him and going through her drawers.
"Jax is cool with it. He told me as much yesterday though he was too happy to really get angry even if he was like that." Lucky explained looking around her room for the last bag of clean clothes she did before they got at each other's throats. It did no good to come anywhere with the clothes he had on yesterday. He also considered asking to use the shower, but he would stop by his house on the way to work. Clean clothes would be good, however.
"Why's that? I have seen him happy, but too happy I haven't seen." Emily stated grabbing the last of her necessities.
"Apparently Skye's expecting a child sometime next year." Lucky commented and gave a sound of praise as he found some clean clothes.
"Really? That's wonderful news. Jax will be a wonderful father and Skye will be a wonderful mother. I know it. She has nurturing care in her grasp." Emily said happily from the bathroom where she has set down her clothes and such for after the shower she was about to take as soon as the conversation was done.
"Yeah, Jax and her ended up asking me to be godfather and wanted to ask you to be godmother, but don't tell them that last part." Lucky said quickly, hoping to hide what Skye and Jax were supposed to tell her.
Emily stopped all movement. "Me? Godmother? I don't know. I'm not the best person to ask."
Lucky frowned and looked at her. "Why not? A couple days ago you were telling at the park how our kids would play there."
Emily stayed silently in thought. "I did, but I don't know if I truly meant that, really. Like you said it's a little early to think such thoughts." She said honestly and walked to the bathroom, hoping to signal end of conversation.
Yeah, too early to think such thoughts, Lucky thought as the bathroom door slammed and he heard water running. He quickly changed his clothes and stuffed the dirty ones with the clean and sat on the bed to wait for Emily to finish.
Lucky didn't know why, but the thoughts of kids with him as father and Emily as mother surprisingly sounded nice. A few days ago he was totally freaked out with the idea and now he wasn't. It was a strange occurrence.
Soon Emily was out of the shower and when he offered to drive her to school, she gladly took the offer. Emily gave him a hug and then she was out of his truck, running to catch one of her professors that had a free period and was free for questions.
Lucky pulled away from the curb and drove home to take a shower and freshen up before work. His dad was at work, his mom was probably on one of her chases of a good story and Lulu was at school so he had the home to himself. Everything thing seemed normal, but it felt nice to be home. He had only been gone a two days maybe, but it felt nice to be somewhere he felt comfortable, not that he didn't at the penthouse. It was just strange place with strict rules that only paid attention to Emily and him.
His family home where he had been raised since he was ten maybe eleven wasn't big like the mansions that rounded the ends of Port Charles, but it was quaint enough. There was enough room for a family of four with reappearing friends. Pictures of him, Lulu, his close relatives, and his mom and dad cluttered the room, but made the room feel fuller; more personal. The pictures of him were old, but his mom kept them up anyway; made her remember that he was once that kid. Now he was an adult, still living with his parents, but that was common in the small town of Port Charles. Lulu was becoming the more centralized child, but Lucky had no problem with it. He was there once, it was her turn.
He quickly took a shower and grabbed all his necessities. He grabbed an apple to go and found him staring at the backyard. It was there, in the bushes that he was abducted. He should have not cared for the memory, but he did. He was almost glad it happened. He met Emily in that bad but good situation. He didn't know where he would be if Emily was in his life. It was possible they could have met anyway, but he would never know. He could almost thank Bowen for kidnapping him and subconsciously matching him with Emily. The abuse however stopped him he had no right to do such things to Emily. She was only an innocent child in the mess he had created for himself. It made her stronger and world-wary though and those were the only good things that came from it. Everything else was bad, disastrous possibly.
That was Emily's area though. All the stuff was bound to come up though, but he regretted it had too. If word got out, everyone in Port Charles with sympathy and pity and Emily wouldn't be able to stand it. It would be too much and her tough exterior would crack and she would run screaming, maybe go momentarily insane.
Neither would be good though, so he didn't think anything of it. He made his way towards the front door, noting the time. He really needed to get going. He assumed he had much to do today since he hadn't been in for a couple days. He didn't know if Jax would be in, but it didn't really matter. He would just check his email and small office for notes or messages saying what he would need to do. Emily had work today so he wouldn't be able to see her tonight and that would be alright. He had excuses, good ones, so he wouldn't be included in the bad boyfriend list. Besides he dotted on Emily this morning and made her laugh and that was all that was needed to make him feel better.
For once the near future, it was looking brighter. He and Emily were getting closer again and no problems or arguments have come up, which is a miracle seeing how they were having spats constantly the last week or so. His job was going well, the pay was good and he was happier than he could say he had been for the last month or so. There were the small things, but they didn't have power to bring him down.
Lucky didn't know it just yet, but the bumps would come quicker than he knew. Whether he would be able to handle them was another question. No one could know the answer, not even him. He knew they were coming, not when, not how, not what, but he would find out soon enough. The hard way or the easy way? No one knew the answer to that until it occurred.
Author's note: Hmmm, what will happen? You don't know, and I don't even know! It's still in planning in other words. Anyway, got a review and the reviewer once again has my thanks. Reviews speed up the updates, wink, wink.