It had been a week since Lauren and Raylan returned from their honeymoon, and everything was still going perfectly. They were still in love, they were happy together, and they were still raising the perfect family. It seemed as if nothing could go wrong, but sadly, that wasn't true. Recently Boyd Crowder moved back into town, and he had it out for Lauren. The story was complicated, but it was going to be something she didn't want to explain to Raylan. He didn't know her past, but he was about to.
Lauren sat on the couch, running a hand through her hair. Footsteps sounded from the stairs, and she sighed, closing her eyes. Raylan had just put Alec down for his nap, and now, he had come down to spend time with his wife. Little did he know, he had a big and upsetting surprise waiting for him. "Babe." Raylan said, walking over and sitting on the couch beside her. As he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, his eyebrow shot up at in curiosity at her expression. "What's wrong?" He asked, moving the hair out of her eyes.
A sigh escaped Lauren's lips and she shifted around on the couch, moving to face Raylan. "Boyd Crowder is back in town." She whispered, running a hand through her hair. Raylan let his shoulders shrug and he watched her expression, seeing it change. "Babe, this is Harlan, Boyd lives here." He said nodding his head. Those words brought knots to Laurens stomach and she glanced around the room, trying her best to avoid eye contact. "I know, babe." She stated, nodding her head in agreement. She did know, but she wished that he was somewhere else. "Then why did you bring it up?" Raylan questioned, raising his brow. There was obviously a reason, and he wanted to know. "Well.." She started off, letting the flashback take over her mind.
-flashback-
It was a normal summer day; the sun was shining, people were swimming, children were playing, families were holding picniks, everyone was happy. But, while people were having fun, Lauren still hadn't woken up. The previous night, she had decided to go out to the local bar, and create her own fun. It was fun, it was a night that she didn't regret.
That night Lauren had been taken home by a very special man; Boyd Crowder. He had bought her a few drinks, danced with her, and in the end, he slept with her. It was intended to be nothing more than a one night stand, then he'd leave in the morning, and never come back. But, it didn't work out that way.
Boyd sat on the edge of the queen size bed, holding a cigarette between his fingers. His eyes were focused on the blonde in the bed, and for some reason, he thought he could get used to her company. Lauren was gorgeous, sexy, funny, smart, and sweet; she was everything he looked for in a woman. Of course there might be a little tension when she woke up, but he'd deal with that. He'd deal with everything she threw at him, and there was a simple reason for it; he wanted to get to know her better.
As Boyd raised the cigarette to his lips, Lauren's arm hit him in the back, making him smile. Lauren wiggled around the bed, stretching as she looked around the room. Once her eyes landed on Boyd, her expression changed, showing that she was confused. She remembered him, but she didn't understand why he was there. She assumed that he would leave when the morning came, but she was obviously wrong, which she liked. "Hi." Lauren whispered, letting a smile creep over her lips. "Hey." Boyd replied, taking a drag off the cigarette. "How you feeling?" He asked, placing the cigarette in the ashtray.
Lauren sat up in the bed and shrugged her shoulders, watching as Boyd stood up. "Well, my head hurts, and seeing as how i'm not wearing clothes.." She stopped, raising the blanket to look under the sheets. "..i'm good." A smirk crossed her lips, and she grabbed his hand, pulling him back towards the bed. "Why are you still here?" She asked, raising her brow. Boyd sighed and climbed into the bed, positioning himself beside her. "Honestly, I was going to leave. I was going to leave without a trace and hope like hell that you never found me again. But, something stopped me. This may sound weird, but i'm strangely attracted to you. I mean, it isn't just a sex thing; I want to get to know you better." Boyd said, biting down on his lip. He hoped that she wouldn't find him creepy, but she probably would; most people did.
A smile crossed over Lauren's lips and she stood off the bed, grabbing her panties. As she slipped them on, she looked over at Boyd. "Y'know, you can get to know me all you want." She stated, nodding her head. Boyd let a smile form over his lips and he watched her, wondering why she was getting dressed. "Oh, good to know. But, why are you getting dressed?" He asked, crossing his arms over his shoulders.
Lauren finshed pulling on her clothes, then she walked over to the opposite side of the bed. "Because, you're going to take me out to breakfast. It can be our first date." She said, kissing him softly on the lips. She had a feeling that she was going to like the whole "dating" thing.
-end-
As Lauren ended her story and her flashback, a look of worry crossed over her face. "Raylan?" She whispered, biting her lip as she looked at him. He sat perfectly still, staring at the wall as the anger built up inside him. His wife had sleep with Boyd fucking Crowder, he could wrap his mind around it. And actually, he wished he could stop it. "Yes, Lauren?" He asked, clearing his throat.
Lauren shook her head and took his hand in hers. "Babe, I want you to know that he meant nothing to me. He was a bad mistake, and unfortunately, he's back. Boyd is back for me, but I won't let him get me. I'm yours. I always have been and I always will be. That, I promise." She nodded her head and leaned into him, kissing him softly on the lips. Having him know what she said, was truly important to her. She didn't want him to worry about Boyd possibly stealing her away, because that wasn't going to happen. She was married to him, and it was going to stay like that until the day she died, or until he got tired of her.
Raylan nodded his head and pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms tight around her. "Lauren, either way, he's not getting you. In case you haven't noticed, i'm a greedy bastard, meaning I don't like to share." He said, smirking down at her. "But, as far as Boyd Crowder goes, i'll handle him. Personally." He stated, rubbing his hand up and down her arms. When he said he would personaly handle Boyd, he meant it. He wasn't going to allow Boyd to take his wife, and he certainly wasn't going to allow him to try anything. He was going to stop it before it even happened.