Intro:
Love hurts.
I've come to realize this over my 27 odd years of existence. Love at times can be a wonderful uplifting thing, and others it can tear you apart piece by piece until there's nothing left.
Emily gave up on foolish ideas of love long ago. But she only ever truly loved on man Daniel Grayson, along with his love he gave her one of the most precious gifts ever. What if Emily really was pregnant?
Disclaimer: I do not own Revenge, or any of the characters (aside from my own creations)
May 30th, 2011
Memorial Day
Revenge starts now.
At the alleged party of the year that Victoria Grayson was throwing, something new was on the horizon. I had just stirred the pot with my carefully placed comment about Lydia Davis' "husband" who was in fact Conrad Grayson. It only gets more interesting from here.
Everything was on going according to the plan, I was just about to mingle with other people in order to make some connections. I had just finished speaking to The Hamptons Bank manager and was putting his number into my smartphone for some investments later, when I hit something. Or someone perhaps, I felt my recently procured Manhattan spill down my freshly manicured hand and onto that other person.
When I looked up into someone's deep chocolate brown eyes I lost myself for a moment. I very nearly forgot how to speak, who I was, why I was at this horribly boring party. All because of this handsome man.
What felt like years, was only mere seconds and soon I found my voice
"Oh, my God!" I was utterly and completely horrified at my actions, I'd just embarrassed myself in front of this man and he didn't even know my name. Also I didn't know his for that matter.
He spoke up suddenly and his voice matched his face, and his personality from what I had gathered so far. "Eh, it's fine"
"I'm so sorry. God, I'm such an idiot." I felt like a teenager again. A nerdy teenager who learned about love from a beaten up copy of Twilight, one with a crush on the quarterback who stumbles over her words because he reminds her of the main character.
He took off his jacket and shook it out, the forgotten remnants of my drink pooling off. Every movement he made was almost graceful, and he had this kind manner about him that most women looked for in a man.
"No, don't worry about it. It's, uh, probably the universe telling me I need a costume change. Uh... I'm Daniel."
He held out his hand for me to shake it and I did, when he touched me it felt like a current of electricity was sent straight to my heart.
"Emily"
"Emily" another voice said "Emily, it's me Charlotte. Your maid of honour at your wedding to my brother, hopefully godmother to yours and Daniels baby, and loving sister by marriage."
My eyes snapped open at the mention of marriage. I had been in the hospital for nearly three weeks, I've been shortly learning about my life and the sort of things I liked to do. All together I thought I sounded like an utterly boring person. I ran charities and hosted brunches like a Step ford Wife.
I learned from the very beginning that the handsome man standing over me is my husband, Daniel Grayson. My name is Emily Grayson, and as of now I am twelve weeks pregnant with our child.
Charlotte comes to visit me every day with clothes and photographs of my mysterious past life. My husband Daniel doesn't visit as often, he checks in every week to see how the baby is doing, and updates me on the goings on of the world. Charlotte says he watches over me as I sleep though, I appreciate it.
Charlotte's eyes are fixated on the baby's heart monitor, a light smile coming to her face.
"Looks like you getting fat Ems. Maybe it's from being in this bed all the time."
I laugh at her joke, but I know it's true. This baby has started to show, and even if I wanted too it would be too hard to hide it now.
"What's on the agenda today?" I ask her and her eyes light up so similar to Daniels in their shape, but similar to my own in color.
"I was thinking we could maybe take a walk, you could ask me some questions and I'll answer whatever you want to know."
"That sounds great!" I say I have been sitting in this bed most of my time here.
"Also," she says, reaching into her new tote she told me about yesterday she pulls out a dress, it's white with a draped shoulder. It looks like a toga for all intents and purposes. I still draw a blank.
Charlotte has been bringing me clothes from past events recently, trying to trigger a memory. On the very first day she brought me the sweater I was wearing when I told Daniel about the baby.
"What's this one from?" I ask actually very curious, it doesn't look familiar. But I feel a sense of nostalgia looking at it.
"This," Charlotte says to me smoothing it out over my bed "this dress is the one you were wearing when you met my brother, for the first time."
"You told me this story you know," she leans back on the bed getting comfortable and resting her head on my shoulder, she does this often and it feels as natural as breathing most times. "You were walking and texting someone I believe, and you spilled a Manhattan all over my brothers suit jacket, it was this awful gray one too that someone, maybe Grams gave him when he was about seventeen. He'd held onto it for years, he still has it too. He told me everything good happened when he was wearing it."
"That sounds wonderful." I say, my voice cracking at the end. It truly pains me to not know this life and all the wonderful things that I've experienced.
Charlotte describes my love to Daniel as this great trial of sorts. Something to not soon be forgotten by the public. Charlotte and I both seem lost in a trance, thinking about the great loves of our lives.
I soon hear footsteps approaching the door. They are heavy like a person who walks with a weight on their shoulders.
Charlotte and I glance up at the handsome man as he approaches, my husband, Daniel.
Charlotte nudges my arm lightly careful not to break me, then she gets up and makes some sort of excuse, leaving the dress and a trail of Chanel perfume in her wake.
"Um, how are things?" Daniels asks me his hands in his pockets his eyes stray anywhere but mine.
I feel like a light surrounds us, I keep this in mind when I answer
"I feel great, my bullet wounds don't hurt too much anymore, which is good considering I can't really have any strong painkillers." I laugh after that, trying to figure out who he is this man I am married to.
"Do you remember anything?" he says to me quietly, the frown line between his brows appearing. "Like who shot you?"
I contemplate my answer before responding, my memories are mostly just of us and the life we have created together here in the Hamptons.
I remember very little after that.
I look up and grab Daniels hand, he flinches because this is something I haven't done since I woke up.
"Will you tell me?" I ask him as my brown eyes stare into his darker ones "About us I mean."
His smile shows many emotions, they flash in his eyes and exude from his body.
"Where do I start?"
"Wherever you want to."
Daniel takes the seat next to the bed, never letting go of my hand. He kisses my knuckles and I see him searching for the answers I seek.
He stares down at the baby inside me, our baby and then slowly glances up.
"I love you Em." He says this to me his voice cracking near the end "You should always remember that."
"Why did we get married?" I ask rubbing my thumb around the ring on his left finger, his wedding band large and gold.
"Why do people ever get married? I love you and you love me."
"People get married for lots of reasons money, protection, status. Wait was I knocked up when you asked me to marry you? "
He chuckles "No, not the first time anyway. We got married for love, its love."
"Good," I place his hand on the baby he was staring at not too long before. "Because, if this baby is on the way I think it deserves a happy home. Two parents who are in love with each other and prepared to give it the most remarkable life."
"I agree." He states.
He leans closer to my face and I breathe in his scent, he smells woodsy, and something indescribable was mixed in that I couldn't catch.
"Can I kiss you Emily?" he whispered his lip a near breadth from mine.
"Yes." Were the only words I could muster up at the moment, my heart beat fast, in rhythm with my continually racing thoughts.
Momentarily his lips were on mine and my heart raced faster, a nervous energy rung around us, but we drank it in very quickly. Our actions were fueled by it and masses of other emotions. It seemed as though our bodies knew what to do, we were familiar with each other, even if I couldn't remember.
His hands gripped my hips, and mine traveled toward his neck playing with the hair at the nape. He gripped my hospital gown in his fists, in an almost tentative way as if he was careful not to injure me.
I heard the sound of clicking footsteps in the distance, but they didn't cause neither Daniel nor I to stir in our boisterous display of affection.
When Daniel pulls away from me suddenly I'm startled. We both breathe heavily and we never break our eye contact.
"It's been so long Em, I missed just being around you." He explains his breathing is ragged like he just ran a mile.
He is still mere inches from my face, he starts to kiss my neck. Sending pleasure sensors up my spine.
A moan escapes my lips, and I pull Daniel in closer to me. Feeling the need of a certain closeness only he can fulfill.
It feels to me as though these things I'm experiencing right now are just for the first time, making them all the more enjoyable.
The footsteps that I had heard in the distance have ceased. I don't pay much attention to the fact until a voice speaks up loud, and clear.
"Well, I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Daniel untangles himself from my body very quickly and we both look at the voices owner.
"Hello Emily, I hope you remember me. I'm your mother in-law, Victoria Grayson."
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