A new face after the race

Chapter 46

Days passed and the intruder made no movements to repeat the break-in. Lucky still stayed close to Emily, sleeping there with her. When he knew someone would stay there, at every moment he was gone, he'd go home, eat, take a shower, and do the necessaries.

When Emily wasn't sleeping, she usually had one of her textbooks open. She read them while he just hung around. At first glance you'd think they were fighting again, but that wasn't true.

Emily felt much better with him at his every guard and in her presence, it let her concentrate better. She didn't have to worry about her safety that way and let her mind slip into other thoughts than what she was reading.

Lucky just let his thoughts wander and enjoyed Emily's company. With her in college and working, they saw very little of each other. He'd enjoy every moment of company he had with her.

As for the intruder's identity, forensics, it seemed was really backed up, and it was still waiting to be tested. His name was still unknown, or if he was a he at all. You couldn't really tell with the dark, but that's what everyone who knew of the event assumed. That included him and Emily.

Lucky was unnaturally jumpy today, as he stood at the window, watching the tiny people and cars move. Over on the bed Emily was reading her journalism book, but took a break, letting her mind have a small relief.

She put it aside and gathered her doll close, looking at it closely, looking for answers. She hated to admit it, but having Lucky here daily was starting to annoy her. Should she order him to go home? To work? That'd be the unselfish thing to do. She was being selfish now having Lucky's full attention.

She just wanted to feel safe and protected, but it was destroying Lucky, she could see. He needed to go home, get a full night sleep, a good meal, and maybe take a long relaxing bath. Spend some time with his family. He had other obligations than her.

She sighed but didn't get his attention. "Lucky, go home." She told him.

Lucky turned from the window to her. "I can't." He argued.

"Yes you can. I'll be fine. He's not going to return, if he planned to, he'd have done it by now." She reasoned, and realized they were going to start fighting. Something she hated to do, but if it got Lucky home to sulk, so be it.

"How do you honestly know that? Maybe he's just watching and waiting for a free moment to strike." Lucky insisted tense and way too alert for her taste.

"Lucky," Emily started with a sigh. "You're getting paranoid, you know that?" She asked him, a bit upset for some reason. Maybe it was guilt finally being expressed.

Lucky's eyes narrowed and he walked over to her. "Emily, this is serious." He persuaded her, like she didn't know that. Which she did, she wasn't stupid.

"I know it is." Emily stated. "But look at you. Your tired, I can't complain too much of your hygiene, you barely eat. You just look out the window, thinking. Sleep and no food are draining your brain power." She described how he looked orally.

"I'll be fine. It's you who needs all that stuff more." Lucky said stubbornly, but knew she was right. He wondered if this was how Emily felt when he insisted that a few weeks ago.

"And I am. I'm really much better Lucky." Emily told him truthfully.

Emily was making a great recovery, becoming stronger as ever. She was even walking, not all that great, and off balance, but she was becoming self-productive. She would soon not need everyone slaving over her every need. Everything was intact, except her heart at this given moment. It was breaking her heart to see Lucky like this, all because of her. It showed how selfish she was being.

"And you're going to stay that way if I have anything to say about it." Lucky argued right back, missing her point completely.

She sighed again, she really didn't want to go this far, but it was necessary. "Lucky, if you don't leave and go home, I'm afraid I'll make you." She threatened him gently, giving him one more chance to leave on his own.

Lucky gave her a confused look before understanding what she meant. She would press the on call button all patients had that made nurses come running. She would proceed to ask security to kick him out.

When Lucky made no movement to go or say anything in reply, Emily grabbed the cord, sorry to do what she had to do, but he had to get some rest.

Lucky grabbed her wrist and got the cord out of her grasp and threw it out of hand range before she could follow through with her threat and plan. Lucky looked deep into her eyes, not to find anger as he'd expected to, but fear mixed with tears. She was scared of him. He made her cry.

He quickly dropped the death grip and moved away. He was acting like a barbaric jerk he finally realized. Emily was only trying to help. He rang a frustrated hand through his hair and calmed down and apologized. "Sorry Em." He told her.

Emily nodded, knowing he truthfully was, and grabbed her doll for comfort. Lucky walked over to her, sat next to her and her doll and gave her a tender, gentle hug. She laid her head on his shoulder comfortably, doll in her arms.

He pulled away and put her face in his hands and kissed her gently, before laying his forehead on hers. "I'm being a jerk aren't I?" No answer came, but he didn't wait for one either. "I'm sorry; Em, but I can't lose you. I know you probably think I'm being a little overprotective, and I probably am, but it's for good reason. You're my whole life, my world; if something happened to you…I just want you safe and healthy." He explained, letting his thoughts free.

Emily spoke up, touched by his words. "I know you do, but the best thing for me is to know you're the same way. I get worried about you too, you know. It's not all one-sided." Emily said sweetly.

Lucky laughed and kissed her again. "I know if it was, you would have kicked me to the dumpster times ago." He smiled at her and gave in to her demands. "I'm going to home and sleep, okay?" He reassured her.

"I sense a but in there." Emily accused.

Lucky proved her right. "BUT, I'm going to ask for a security guard to be right outside your door, for your protection." Lucky explained his conditions.

Emily gave a crooked smile. "No one in the room? I mean, he might return through the window." Emily joked with his prior paranoia.

Lucky knew who he was. It was what they called the intruder. Lucky smiled and laughed with her. "That window is barred, it's impossible, even for me to fit through them."

He gave her one last kiss and grabbed his coat and car keys and left with a small wave. Emily returned it and turned to her pillow. It was time for one of her many naps that she took while she healed.

Later, Sonny came by when she was still sleeping. The guard granted him entry with a nod, and no Lucky, he saw. Emily must have talked him into going home for a bit, good for her. He needed some rest; he was running on adrenaline only.

He took a seat and waited for her to wake up, glancing at her journalism book. Emily was majoring in journalism, he learned from Lucky a little while ago. He opened the book to find it highlighted, no doubt Emily's doing.

He had always liked business more than anything else. He had absolutely no art talent, he didn't do too badly in math, science was always a in the between thing, and he didn't even think about trying music. It wasn't his place, he liked history and politics and business. That was his good subjects. His English, he was sorely lacking. He preferred numbers over in depth questions such as "What did the author mean when saying…"

Emily must have a knack for it, though he heard she was good in all subjects, struggling with math occasionally. Something she didn't get from him, but he had to wonder what she got from him.

Certainly not her looks (though her ears did look similar to his) or her brains, maybe her behavior reflected his. She was very stubborn and her temper, definitely not from him, as much as he got angry, he never threw things. She was certainly strong, really strong, and he believed she got that from him. Determination he also supposed.

He wondered how good of a mother she would be. If she was anything of her mother, great, though there are always those lingering doubts that you'll be a terrible parent. Those were one of those insecurities he shared when he rejected Emily, but he doubted they ever went away.

He didn't think so, he was still unsure with Michael and Morgan and he loved and cared for those boys no matter what. But marriage before children, Emily's creation and disappearance, taught him that, though he should have known that before. His catholic teachers beat it into his head enough times.

But he was one of those students who leaped before he looked. It got him in trouble a lot. He was impulsive, and yes Emily was a mistake, but not one he would ever regret. He of course, when thinking on what to do about her (when she was still in Paige's womb), called Emily that at first, but found he didn't regret her. He may have rejected her, but he didn't regret Emily. Not for the world, and especially not now.

He replaced the book back to its original place and found Emily waking up. When she finally was fully awake, she gave him a sharp glare and greeted him, some what cold, some what pleasant, "Sonny."

"Emily, how are you?" Sonny asked. Emily's hatred defrosted a drop or two apparently. It was some progress, not as much as he wanted to make by now, but some progress nonetheless. It was a start.

"Fine." She said stiffly and swiftly changed into a new subject. "Where are Morgan and Michael?" She asked, switching to a more neutral subject to her liking. She couldn't find any hatred toward her half-brothers. They were sweet kids and weren't in fault because their father was a complete jerk.

"With the nurses. Bobbie took them to show them off to her friends and co-workers." Sonny explained.

"Why would Bobbie want to show off your kids? It's not like she related to them." Emily said, confused.

Sonny didn't understand the question until it hit him she didn't know. "Oh, sorry I thought I told you. My wife, she's the illegitimate daughter of Bobbie. She's their grandmother." Sonny explained some more.

Emily was surprised, but she did remember Lucky telling her his aunt gave up a child, when was young and a prostitute. Her stepmother must be that child, and Michael and Morgan, grandchildren. A strange world it was.

"I see." Emily didn't know what to say, but thought of something. "So the mom she went to see earlier was actually her adoptive one?" She asked, figuring it out.

"Yeah, I have to say I will never like the woman. She's a bit of a snob." Sonny went on.

"So you're telling me, that me and lucky are actually cousins by marriage?" Emily couldn't help frown at that. That was plain creepy. She knew cousins did that in history, but now, it was just considered wrong. She quickly switched the subject again, "So when am I going to meet this stepmother of mine." She said, and probably sounded a little snotty, but hey, stepchildren and stepmothers never really got along, and she didn't need a mother.

"Actually, I think she's considered more ex-stepmother." Sonny told her. "She's been cheating on me, I'm divorcing her." Sonny informed her.

"Does she know your intentions?" Emily asked.

"No, I'm waiting to pouch it on her, when I have everything figured out. I'm working with my lawyer as we speak; I'm going to go for sole custody of Michael and Morgan." He told her.

"Why? Isn't she a good mother?" Emily asked, not able to agree. Every child deserves their mom.

Sonny took time in answering. "I don't know if you can call her a good mother. She's a housewife, I work she stays home and supposedly takes care of the kids and house, but she's not bad, but she's lacking in motherly skills. More often than not, she seems them as a distraction with her affair. She usually throws them at someone to watch and goes to see her lover. She did that in Florida too, and that was the cutting line." Sonny explained. "I was going to share custody, I wasn't going to go that far, but once she did that in Florida, a whole new place…I just don't think she has her priorities in line. I can't leave the kids to her; I don't trust her anymore with them."

"That's sweet of you." Emily commented. "But don't expect to easily win. Everyone knows of me and your rejection, its going to hurt your case, a lot." Emily replied.

"I know, but I'm going to have faith in God, to do what he thinks best." Sonny told her.

"What of your family? Have any living relatives that will be looking forward to meet your bastard, whom you hid from them?" Emily asked wanting to be ready if that happens.

Sonny didn't correct Emily's word use, if she thought herself a bastard, so be it. "My father is still alive, but we kind of have problems." Sonny said problems the nice way of saying it.

"Problems like us? He reject you too?" Emily asked interested. Maybe it's in history that their family will have a bunch of bad history, dozens of illegitimate children.

"No, not per say. He didn't know I existed; he just had sometime with her and left, she never told him she was pregnant. She dated this Deke Corinthos guy, and he became my stepfather soon after." Sonny explained.

"Stepfathers are great, aren't they?" Emily was obviously being sarcastic.

"Yeah, grow to be total jerks." Sonny said lightly, not wanting to tell Emily he read her diary and had a similar experience with her.

Silence ensued between them. Sonny stood up. "I'm going to go get Morgan and Michael. I'll bring them in again, before we leave, to see you." Sonny responded.

Emily nodded her consent and nothing to say or do, he left.