A/N The fight between Lucille and Negan in this chapter is really intense but I'll delve into their relationship more as we go on.
By the time I wake up, it's almost four in the afternoon. I can't believe I slept all day and judging by Lucille's face she can either.
"What are you doing home?"
"I told you last night school was canceled because of a water main break." My eyes trail her tanned skin as she undresses.
"What?"
"After ten years, you're still-" The bathroom door slams shut. My eyes sink to the glow of the light under the door. "..beautiful," I murmur. I sink back onto the bed and close my eyes. I'm almost asleep when the nagging starts again.
"Get dressed. I want to go to dinner."
"I do like eating out." I raise my eyebrows up and down. I knew that'd get her attention. I'm deaf after helping her find her release and quickly drop my pajama pants.
"We have to hurry. Come on."
"But," I whine. "What about little Negan?" Fuck. No one told me you're still jerking off after you're married...
Lucille gives me her usual repulsed look when she gets into my car. "Why do you have all this soda in your back seat? You don't even drink soda. Guess it makes sense. Trash belongs in a dumpster."
"This car is actually pretty fucking nice, I'll have you know."
She swats the loose ripped upholstery hanging down on the roof from her face. "Keep telling yourself that. I bet you love the attention it gets from the high school girls."
"Why do you always fucking go there with that shit?"
"We should have taken my car. You don't even have any heat." Her hands rub together furiously.
I'd offer her hand warmers but she won't use them. I'm in the worst mood because I didn't get to see Vin today but just pile this on. Lucille wanted to go to the city and have some fucking fancy hoity-toity cloth napkin dinner. It's miserable because we don't even know how to talk to each other anymore.
As I stare across at this woman at the table, it angers me that she spends more time getting dressed for him the other day than our 'date' tonight.
"I was thinking..."
Christ, here it comes. She wants to blow our savings.
"We should buy a boat."
Yeah? So you can fuck him in my boat? His isn't enough? What did I do to you, Lucille? Why do you need him, too? How come you never look at me the way you do when I know you're about to see him? I push my food angrily around on my plate with my fork. "I fucking hate the ocean."
"But you always want to go to those beach resorts."
I drop my fork on the plate as the chime echoes through the restaurant. "I gotta take a piss." I fling my cloth napkin on the table and march to the restrooms.
This shit is upsetting my stomach. I grip the sink and hang my head. There's a part of me that feels like the only reason I have any balls to fight back is because of Vin. Otherwise, I'd still be kissing Lucille's ass. And shell out whatever I have to to keep Lucille happy. I don't care who you are, everyone loves that chase of finding someone new. And I'm not scared of being alone feeling like this.
My ass isn't even back in the chair before Lucille is bitching again.
"I'm ready to leave."
"Tough tits, this was your idea. Eat your food. There are people out there starving and you're wasting it."
"I'll be in the car." She swipes her purse and storms off.
"Suit yourself." I slide her plate to me and eat that, too. "What," I ask the table beside me with a mouthful when they're just staring. "Ain't you ever seen two people argue before?" Fucking fat whales.
The ride home isn't as miserable as the dinner I spent almost two hundred dollars on. I could have given that fucking money to Vin so she didn't have to eat stale floor bagels. Lucille is so pissed she won't even speak to me which means I get lost in my thoughts.
Once we're home, she tells me she's going to go stay with her mom until Sunday. "Wait," I try to reason. "Lucille, what the fuck are we doing? We used to talk about everything. We couldn't even eat dinner without having to take a trip to the restroom because we were that about each other. Now you're running off. Stay. I'm not really in a good frame of mind right now." I fucking beg this woman to stay. Beg her to get my mind off of things. I'd forgive her for him if she could look past what I'd done. We'd start over.
I'm not innocent by any means. There was an incident a few years ago with one of the teachers. It was a moment of weakness and something happened in my office I'm not proud of. Lucille's never forgiven me despite telling me she's passed it, and every time I'm late she throws it in my face. "I'm sorry."
Lucille drops her bags and steps forward as her arms slip around me. "I'm sorry, too."
"I want to talk to you. Sit down at the table." I pull my chair out and plop down. "That soda in my car, it's because I've been making excuses to go to the store to talk to this one girl." The rest of my confession doesn't even leave my mouth before the sting of her hand is felt across my face. "Fuck!"
"I fucking knew it! Nothing has changed."
"Wait a goddamn minute! Don't you have some things to tell me? I thought we could be open and honest with each other."
"Honest? You think you can cheat on me and then by coming home and confessing it makes it go away?"
"I cheated once on you and that was a long time ago. I thought we were past that. This is different."
"Yeah? How? Emotional is just as bad as physical cheating if not worse! Buying soda as an excuse to talk to her? You're pathetic. I'll be at Marlene's."
"I don't know why you think you have to lie to me. Like I don't know where you go. Hey, I have an idea. Maybe he can give you some tips about buying a boat while you're there."
"Go to hell."
I open the front door back up after she slams it. "You fuck him in the boat while his wife is asleep in the house?"
Lucille makes sure to open her car door up into the side of mine.
Bitch. Fuck it. I'm renting porn on the cable box tonight.
A/N Thank you for the reviews and support, keep it coming! (Like Negan with his skinemax, giggidy) I'll have another update in a few days. Lots of Vin and Negan next chapter.