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So i hope this chapter flows alright, I've added French, but there is translation. I did use the google translate, so if there are any French readers, i apologise and i hope i don't offend if i haven't used the right words. We are still on Lucy's POV, and there may be development... as always, review if you can! 3
They had spent the evening translating everything she could for Alex and Emie. Getting to know each other through her and still keeping up the facade of her 'marriage' to Wyatt. After their intense conversation earlier she found sitting close to him and giving each other sweet touches and looks now and again were taking their toll on her emotions. She would have to talk to him later, they couldn't ignore this anymore.
"Can ya ask her for provide me with a written address for her home in France? I wish to write to her" Alex asked as a final request.
Emie looked on bemused, obviously not understanding what was being said, "Of course," Lucy responded and looked to Emie, "pouvez-vous me fournir une adresse écrite pour votre maison en France? Alex souhaite t'écrire"
Emie's face instantly lit up, "Oui j'aimerais ça, laissez-moi une feuille de papier!" and she jumped up to go to her tent.
"What happened?" Wyatt asked her confused.
"She said she would love that and shes going to get a piece of paper to give to Alex" Lucy told both of them and Alex beamed. It had gone so well for them both, but it did make her wonder who did this for them in the original timeline. They made it together without them there, it made her curious.
Emie ran back with what looked like her address already written down she passed it to Alex, "S'il vous plaît écrivez-moi M. Walkinshaw. Nous avons de nombreuses servantes parlant anglais au palais que je peux traduire. Comment allez-vous traduire ma lettre?"
Alex just looked at her, she could have been saying he was a dirty pig and she never wanted to talk to him again, and she was sure he would never know. By this part of the night Lucy had done so much translating, she didn't even need to ask Alex if he wanted it translated.
"She said please write to her, many of the maids in the palace speak English so they will be able to translate her letter, but who will translate yours?" Lucy questioned for Emie.
Alex graciously took the sheet of paper, "Well Wood claims to know French," he motioned over to where the Empress and Wood were sat engaged in conversation, "but its British French. I really hope that will do" he said with a small chuckle.
Suddenly it dawned on her, without them there, it probably fell on Wood to translate for them. There was a chance that it may not have happened as quickly and the right things, not even said. Part of her wondered if this would change their history at all, they had spent a lot of the time going over their childhoods and current lives, she couldn't imagine Wood being able to go into that much detail, or even want to.
Lucy relayed this information over to Emie and she smiled. She turned to Lucy and reached out to her, placing their hands together, Emie clasped them together, "Mlle Lucy, je ne peux pas vous remercier assez. Je n'aurais jamais pensé que j'aurais l'occasion de rencontrer quelqu'un qui travaille comme femme de ménage. Je pense que tu m'as vraiment donné du bonheur" and leaned in kissing her on the cheek. It surprised her and she was taken aback by the kind words, "goodnight" she spoke in broken English to her, and an overwhelming emotion came over Lucy. She had been slowly teaching her English words and they were the first she had said back to her.
"Goodnight Emie" she whispered in awe with a smile.
"Goodnight Mr Logan" she spoke to Wyatt and he raised his eyebrows in surprise too, at suddenly hearing English from her.
"Goodnight Miss Rottreau" he responded, impressed with her for picking up a few words already.
She then turned to Alex who stood up for her, both standing awkwardly in front of each other, but it was sweet. She closed her eyes, obviously trying to remember the right words. But the words failed her and she turned to Lucy, "Aidez-moi à dire que j'ai passé une agréable soirée avec lui?" she asked her.
"Oh," Lucy took it on board and stated what Emie wanted to say, "I've had a pleasant evening with you" she said quietly and slowly so she would understand.
Alex looked so pleased, because he had already heard it, now he would hear it come from Emie's broken English. She nodded slowly to Lucy, understanding and looked to Alex, "I had pleasant evening with you Alex" she repeated in her own way.
Alex took a moment and then moved closer to her and placed out his hand for her, in turn she took it and they gazed at each other.
A hand suddenly glided over Lucy's waist behind her and Wyatt leaned in, his breath catching her ear whispering, "Let's let them say goodnight alone"
"What?" Lucy's head whipped round and she met his extremely close to hers.
Wyatt didn't acknowledge her, instead he kept his hand placed on her waist and looked to Alex and Emie, "Why don't we leave you two alone for a moment? Its getting late anyway" he told him.
"Aye, thank you so much Lucy," Alex broke his gaze with Emie, but still holding her hand, "i'm going to walk Miss Emie to her tent. Maybe try and teach her some more English too" he smiled, so big it looked like it hurt.
"Oh...well, your welcome. Of course" Lucy responded quietly as she watched them walk slowly back to her tent.
Silence was left as they were further away from the Empress and Wood talking by the fire and Rufus had already retired to bed. She shuffled on her feet for a moment, still watching them. Until she heard Wyatt chuckle beside her, his hand still not leaving her waist, a place it seem to be found more often than not recently.
"What?" she questioned him.
He pressed his lips together and smirked, "Your disappointed" he commented.
He had obviously caught her out. She sighed, giving in, "Well that was a lot of hours translating... " she motioned over to them, standing together and obviously trying to engage in conversation. Her mouth twisted, "-maybe i should-" and started to move.
"-ah no you you don't" his reflex was quick and he grabbed a hold with her waist with both hands, tugging her back.
"I'm fully invested," she told him, "i should get to see the result"
Wyatt laughed amused at her annoyance, he then gently started moving her away and heading towards their own tent, "You already have" he told her, still close.
"Well i'm walking away and they are over there. I clearly do not get to see the result" she told him clearly, acting like a child who didn't get their own way.
Wyatt stopped her and looked her dead in the eye, "I'm the result Lucy. If i'm still here, they still make it"
She never thought of it that way, she shouldn't dwell on not getting those moments. Because they were Alex and Emie's to have. Not hers, she was being selfish, "Your right. I'm sorry. I just got caught up in it" she admitted.
"I see that," he told her, "what did she say to you anyway that got you so emotional anyway?" he questioned, referring to the long speech Emie had said to her.
"Oh it was nothing" Lucy tried to brush it off.
Wyatt scoffed, "Lucy i know you. That wasn't nothing, what did she say?" he pushed, really wanting to know.
Lucy sighed, feeling slightly embarrassed, "She said so couldn't thank me enough. And that she never thought she would get the chance to meet someone working as a maid...and something about truly giving her happiness'" she tried to play it down but saw a look of pride on Wyatt's face, however repeating it out loud felt odd. She had never heard such kinds words said to her. She was going to keep it to herself until Wyatt had insisted on knowing.
Wyatt gave her a side smile, "That's beautiful" he told her, "and true"
"They got together before in the other timeline. I've done nothing-"
"-what you've done isn't nothing Lucy," he told her instantly with a seriousness, "when we get back, something will be different. They got together but i swear, down to you, something would have changed. But in a good way. I can feel it," he sounded so adamant and sure, "you've given them more depth to the beginning of their relationship. That's got to count for something"
His words meant everything to her. And before she could reply, a sudden gust of wind made some Lucy's hair fly out of her bun. She sighed, this was happening too often. Without thinking she raised her hands to push them back, but without warning they were also met with Wyatt's hands doing the same. She let her hands fall quickly as he pushed them back and tucked them behind her ears slowly, his eyes never leaving hers as he did it.
She breathed deeply and closed her eyes, taking in the moment as she felt his touch. This as different, new. The feeling of his hands drifting from her hair along her face and cupping her cheeks made her weaker and lean into him. Then she felt him slowly place his forehead against hers and exhaled, "Lucy"
She didn't want to open her eyes, this moment could be gone at any second, she wanted to cherish it, "Lucy" he repeated.
She opened her eyes to be met with Wyatt's closed, he had just been repeating her name. Not even wanting her to answer. This was so close and the way he was holding her was so intimate, he had never done this before, "Do you want to talk?" she whispered to him, placing her hand on his cheek.
Without another moment he nodded and moved his head back, breaking the close connection they were sharing, "Yeah i think so" he agreed.
She nodded back and turned to the tent and walking in, it may have already been late, but this was going to go into the early hours...