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Summary: Sometimes people play hard-to-get because they need to know the other person's feelings are real, but sometimes, for some of us, we play too hard.
Rating: T
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When Your Sun Turns Black
Chapter Fourteen: I Will Keep the Bad Things From You
I will sleep above the covers
I will love you like no other
I will be your dad and mother
I will give you older brothers
I will feed you fries with steak sauce
I will keep the price below the cost
I will lead the way from all is lost
I will keep the bad things from you
catch it while you can
its the feel good hit of the summer
catch it while you can
'cause there won't be another... won't be another...
-"I Will Keep the Bad Things From You" by The Damnwells
The car ride home was silent, and as they walked in the door, Shelby trailing sleepily behind her dad as he carried a sleeping Landon, no one said a word. Brooke walked forward, plopping onto the couch.
After taking the kids upstairs, he walks to the kitchen to grab something to drink. The sound of water running catches his ears, and then he hears the dryer start up. Knowing what that means, he rushes to the laundry room.
Brooke is holding a basket of clothes, and she is bending down, trying to throw something into the machine. It is obvious she is struggling, and she grunts a little too loudly as she straightens up, wiping the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand.
"What are you doing, Brooke?" Lucas asks, rushing to grab the full laundry basket from her hands.
"Laundry," she answered simply, taking the basket back from him.
"Brooke," he said through gritted teeth, "you just got released from the hospital. Don't you think you should be taking it easy?"
"For what? I feel fine. I am fine. It isn't like I am pregnant or anything so what's the point?" she said, turning to continue the laundry she was doing.
"The point is you just lost a baby. You're still exhausted, Brooke."
"Oh, really? Because I think I feel fine," she said, tapping her foot impatiently as he stood in front of the washing machine. "Do you mind?"
"Yes, I mind," he retorted. He sighed, softening his voice. "Brooke, can't you see that I'm just trying to look out for you?"
"Well, stop. I don't need you to. I am fine, alright?" she huffed.
"You're not, though, Brooke. You can act like it, but I know you're not. So just stop it and let me take care of you," he said, taking the laundry basket away from her and setting it on the counter. "Let's go upstairs so you can lie down."
"No, Lucas," she complained, stomping her foot like a little child would.
"Brooke, don't make me pick you up and carry you upstairs."
"Would you please just stop treating me like a child, Lucas? It is getting really old."
"No, your stubbornness is what's getting old, love." Without giving her time to reply, he stalked over to her, bending down to scoop her up from her legs.
She let out a yelp. "Lucas," she hissed. "Put me down." She kicked her legs, but he smirked at her as he continued to walk. Once they reached the stairs, her eyes widened in surprise and she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Don't you dare drop me, Lucas," she threatened.
"I don't know. All your kicking is making me kind of tired. I don't know if I can keep holding you," he teased.
Brooke gasped. "Lucas!"
He merely chuckled. "Keep it down, Brooke. The kids are sleeping."
"Well, if you would just let me be, we wouldn't have to worry about it, now would we?"
"Well, if you would just let me be your husband for five minutes, we wouldn't have to worry about it, now would we?" he mimicked her.
"Can you not be an ass for like, two, whole minutes, please?" she hissed, still not releasing her hold around his neck which had actually tightened, as if she possibly didn't want him to put her down.
"Only if you promise to be my wife for two, whole minutes," he replied, bending his neck to surprise her with a soft kiss.
"Lucas, stop it," she said quietly, pulling away from him. "Please, just put me down," she sighed.
He shook his head, burying it in the crook of her neck. "Nope. I'm never letting you go again," he said as he tickled her neck with kisses.
"Stop it, Lucas," she said, pulling away and pretty much jumping out of his arms. "Just stop." She walked away into their room, letting the door shut in a small slam.
Lucas was determined not to let her actions bother him to the point of madness. He was going to be calm, and he was going to make her happy again.
He walked through the door, and she was lying on the bed, hand over her eyes.
She heard the water running in the bathtub, and heard her husband walking around, opening cabinets and taking out containers.
Two minutes later, she felt the bed move next to her, and a hand was on her stomach.
She flinched but didn't move.
He lifted her shirt up just a little, rubbing the smooth skin of her stomach. A couple of days ago, there was a child, their child, in her stomach, and now, it was void of any other life. When she didn't object to his touch, he bent his head down and kissed her stomach.
"Lucas," she said, lifting her arm off her eyes and attempting to sit up.
"Sh, Brooke." He gently pushed her back down.
His order seemed earnest, and she guardedly complied.
He turned his head and rested his cheek on her stomach, his body splayed out sideways on the bed. He continued to rub her skin with his hand, his callous fingers sending a tingling sensation up her spine.
A salty drop of water fell from his eyes, landing on her bare stomach. As she felt this, her heart lodged in her throat and she attempted to keep her own tears from reaching the surface.
He hadn't meant to cry. He hadn't meant to do what he was doing, but he loved her too much for words, and she was slowly ripping him apart, piece by piece. The thought of her going through this hurt him more, though, and he moved his head to plant sorrowful kisses across her belly button, wishing they were both okay, and Brooke could someday have the baby he knew she was dying to have. Her name was muffled on his lips as tears continued to seep from his eyes.
She was determined to keep up her strong front, closing her eyes tightly as the tears threatened to leave her eyes. Biting back a sob, she let out a shaky breath as she felt his kisses move up.
He lifted her shirt up higher, until it reached the bottom of her chest. Shifting his body and lifting his torso up slightly, his sloppy kisses continued up her chest and collar bone, and he moved his head further to rest it in the crook of her neck, breathing in her sweet scent. "God, Brooke," he sobbed, and she bit her lip harshly, hiding her cries from him. "I love you, Brooke. Please," he whispered against her skin.
He was breaking her, breaking her walls, breaking her front. What he was asking of her was what her heart silently asked of him, yet she couldn't bring herself to speak at the moment. She remembered the day he promised her to be hers forever, the day she promised to do the same. She remembered the day after, when they had woke up in each other's arms in the morning, true smiles gracing both their faces. She remembered the day she held the plastic stick in her hand, and she remembered seeing the blue lines. She remembered how he had picked her up and twirled her around, laughing as he did so. She remembered the happy times, and she remembered the feeling. She wanted that again. She wanted to be happy with him again.
She attempted to move up, but his body over hers didn't allow her to. "Lucas," she breathed.
He ignored her call, wanting her to say something else, wanting her to tell him she loved him.
"Lucas," she said louder.
He buried his head further in his neck, and his tears tickled her neck, creeping down to her chest.
She brought her hands up to hold his head. "Lucas," she repeated.
He lifted his head to look at her, and his eyes were bloody red, immersed in tears.
"Kiss me," she whispered, a tear rolling down the curve of her cheek.
His heart thumped in his chest, and he smiled through his tears, a sob escaping his lips as he bent his head down to capture her lips in his own.
She moaned into his mouth, the emotions boiling inside of her.
He began to caress her body, his hands splaying out on her abdomen, the water drops dispersing with the movements of his hand. It felt like it had been forever since he had properly kissed her and properly touched her. She was kissing him with just as much fervor until he began pulling her shirt up and over her round breast.
He felt her freeze, and it almost broke him. But he wouldn't let her get away. "Brooke, shh. It's okay," he told her before she had the chance to panic. He licked her lips again, bringing her into another passionate kiss.
All of her hesitation left her as he consoled her, and she let him proceed his previous actions.
His movements were slow and soft, and he was careful not to hurt her as he moved on top of her. Her shirt was thrown to the other side of the King sized bed, and he kissed her cheek as his hands played with the buttons of her jeans.
Her hands moved to the front of his chest, and she pushed at him lightly. "Lucas," she said in a raspy voice as he pulled his head back to look at her.
"Sh, Brooke," he quieted her, silencing her with another kiss. Their tongues dueled in their mouths.
She lifted her legs up to help him get her out of her jeans, and she was left in her underwear.
Like it always did when he saw her naked, his breath caught in his throat. He buried his hand in her shiny, thick brown hair. Her purple bra strap was falling down her shoulder, and her lips were parted, waiting for his to descend upon them once more.
Lucas sat up and gazed upon her, and she groaned at the loss of contact. She looked like an angel to him, and he quickly ripped off his shirt, leaving him only in his dark washed jeans. His eyes landed on the scar she recently received. He ran his fingers just above her pantie line, fingering the mark. His heart hurt for her, and he wanted to show her just how much he loved her.
His biceps contracted as he bent down to pick her up in his arms, and she clung onto him like a lost child.
He carried her down their room and to the tiled bathroom, closing the door behind him with his leg.
The hot water had filled the tub, and the bubbles were up and about. The mirror was fogged and the scent of lavender wafted into Brooke's nose as Lucas placed her in front of the tub.
As they gazed into each other's eyes, he cupped her cheeks in his hands, kissing her once more. He couldn't get enough of her. He felt like he hadn't been with her in a lifetime, and he knew even if he had, it would never have been enough.
One hand held her hips in place as his other began to unbuckle the belt on his jeans and they soon fell to the floor.
They were both in their underwear, her in purple lace and him in his dark blue boxers.
Her mind felt like it was somewhere else. She look dazed, yet happy.
Lucas brought his hands to her hips, moving them in a circular motion on her skin before hooking his thumbs in the side of the sheer fabric, bringing them down to the floor. His hands traveled to what the panties had previously covered before moving up to unhook her bra.
When she was left naked before him, he stepped out of his own underwear and pulled her to him as their naked bodies made contact.
They were both glistening in sweat from the heat of the room, and he planted a soft kiss on her forehead before ushering her to the bathtub.
He moved forward, forcing her to step back. She lifted a leg up, placing it into the scorching water. However, she was oblivious to the heat, her husband being the only thing her mind registered thus far. She was standing in the water and he climbed in after her.
He pulled her down to him gently as he sat with his back against the smooth over sized tub, letting his hands run across her flat stomach. She sat with her back to his toned stomach and they met in the middle, their hands finding their way to each other. "I love you," he whispered into her ear before kissing just below it softly as he closed his eyes, the back of her head resting against his shoulder. She moaned, her hands caressing his thighs. Tilting her head, she kissed the side of his neck and when she shuffled in his lap he groaned aloud.
He move his hand so his arms were now wrapped around her, just below her breasts as he pulled her as close to him as he could and settled his head in the crock of her neck, closing his eyes at the comfort and warmth he was feeling. The thought that things could actually work out for them was arising a feeling of hope in him, and he had never felt more alive. She was surrendering to him, relaxing into his touch, just like she used to.
The lit candles illuminated her skin, giving her a healthy glow. He grabbed the loofah and reached out his arms to pour body wash on it, lathering it in his hands and on the loofah before using it to gently wash her. He brought it down the side of her beast and to her stomach, his fingers running smoothly over the scar once more. After she was covered in soap, he ran the water over her, leaving her skin wet and smooth.
She loved how gentle he was being with her, and she knew she made the right choice when she accepted him. She titled her head back and he brought her lips to his in an upside down kiss. She moaned his name, sending shivers down his spine. Turning slightly in his lap, she looked into his eyes, seeing the sincere man she married, and she fell in love with him all over again. "I love you, too," she whispered, voicing her thoughts to him.
His small blue eyes lit with happiness, and a smile shone on his face. After they broke away from yet another sweet kiss he mumbled against her lips, "God, you don't know how long I've been waiting to hear you say that."
"Probably about how long I've been wanting to say it," she said softly, sitting with her body tilted to him, rubbing his rough cheek with her smooth thumb as she ran the soapy loofah across his chest.
"I missed you," he smiled, cupping her cheek in his hand.
"Luke . . . I'm so sorry," she said in an even softer voice. The loofah stopped moving across his chest.
"I'm sorry for all of it—everything: the babies and our marriage, and the way I've treated you. You deserve so much more than all of it... "
"No, Brooke. You deserve so much more than I could ever give you," he corrected her and she put her head down. He lifted her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. "Brooke, I have treated you horribly," she shook her head but he continued, "but I promise you I will be better. I promise, Brooke. Thank you so much for giving me a second chance."
"Thank you, Lucas, for taking care of me," she said softly.
"That's just what you do for the people you love."
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