Author's Notes: Hi, readers. Here's chapter twenty-four of "Turnaround." This chapter has plenty of Trevor/Lucky. I thought Trevor and Lucky made a great couple as they appeared to have a crush on each other in Ghostbusters: Afterlife and Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire. I built on from that by having them dating. Stay tuned for chapter twenty-five.
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Chapter 24: Feeling Sweet
Trevor and Lucky bathed in the afterglow of their lovemaking thirty minutes later. He lay on his back and had his head on the pillow. She was snuggled up to him. She had her head on his chest. The sheet covered them from the chest down. He moved his hand up to her shoulder. He stroked it so lightly that it seemed he wasn't even doing that. She traced circles into his chest with her fingertips.
"That lovemaking session was even better than the first one was," he said amazingly.
"No denying that," she agreed and moved her hand down to his stomach. She gave it a gentle pat. "You were like a force of nature."
"So were you," Trevor said, flicking her nose and grabbing her chin. "You were the bigger force of nature."
"That would be you," Lucky said and touched his cheek.
"Nah," Trevor said, shaking his head rapidly.
"Come on," Lucky said while ruffling his hair. "Why are you afraid of admitting it?"
"I am not afraid of anything," Trevor said, showing off his muscles.
"Oh, really?" Lucky said as she took her head off his chest to look at him. "Are you afraid of this?"
She brought her hand to his side and started tickling it mercilessly. He broke into a fit of laughter. He pushed her hand away before curling his into a fist. He presented to her face. She narrowed her eyes at him. She put her hand on her side.
"If you tickle me again, you will get a knuckle sandwich," Trevor threatened playfully.
"Bring it on. I love knuckle sandwiches," Lucky responded with a giggle.
"Nah. You are too pretty for one," Trevor said, taking his fist away.
"Spoilsport," Lucky mumbled.
He smacked her in the back of her head. "I heard that!"
She squeaked. "That you did."
Trevor and Lucky kissed before rubbing noses. She returned her head to his chest. He took one of her braids. He drew a circle in midair with it. She slid her hand over his stomach. She traced every muscle that lined it with her fingertips. She inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly.
"Do you think there is a chance Phoebe will go into labor early?" Lucky wondered in much curiosity.
"It is possible," Trevor admitted. "A baby born before the thirty-seventh week is considered premature, even if its weight is that of a full-term newborn. If hers is born at thirty-six weeks, it shouldn't need an incubator if it is breathing well."
"There was a time when most preemies died because technology was not available to help them. Now, we have preemies surviving being born sixteen weeks before their actual due date," Lucky said in amazement.
"One of the world's most premature babies is Richard Hutchinson. He was born on June 5, 2020. His mother, Beth, was twenty-one weeks and two days pregnant when she went into labor without warning. Her pregnancy was normal. She and her husband, Rick, had no idea why he came so early. Richard spent four months in the NCIU and another month preparing to leave the hospital," Trevor explained with a soft chuckle. "He celebrated his first birthday with a cake smash."
"James Elgin Gill was born on May 20, 1987. He was born at twenty-one weeks. He was expected to die at birth. If he lived, he would end up severely handicapped. He defied the odds. He grew up to be a healthy adult," Lucky added.
Trevor licked his lips. "There are various risks for premature birth. They are the age of the mother, heavy lifting, strenuous exercise, smoking, drinking alcohol, etc. Phoebe is at more risk because she is so young."
"It wasn't uncommon in the old days for teen girls to give birth. Some women had up to sixteen children," Lucky commented.
"Lois Jurgens was part of a family with sixteen children. She grew up in poverty. Her father was an alcoholic and beat her and her siblings. This caused her to have mental issues. That was combined with a short temper. She was the adoptive mother of six children. She brutally abused all of them. She killed Dennis Jurgens at three years old. He was the son of Jerry Sherwood, who was forced to give him up for adoption. She had four other children with his father, Dennis Puckett. The children grew up poor at times, but they were alive and healthy," Trevor murmured with a sad sigh. "While Lois punished Dennis for every little mistake he made, Jerry laughed off the ones her children made."
"Authorities took away her second child, despite she was married to her father by then. The girl's name was Misty. Jerry fought back. They ended up staying in foster care together," Lucky said, rolling her eyes. "Why try to take a child away when the parents are already married as it was required at that time?"
"I believe they still saw her as a bad woman, despite she had improved her life by the birth of her second child. Jerry proved to be a far better mother than Lois ever was," Trevor replied.
Lucky snorted. "Anyway, Jerry thought Dennis would be an adult by 1980. She reached out for contact, but she learned he had died on April 11, 1965. She pushed for the case to be re-open. Lois was arraigned and went to trial on May 12, 1987. She was convicted of third-degree murder and sentenced to twenty-five years in prison. She was released early for good behavior in 1995. She lived a quiet life until she died at eighty-seven on May 7, 2013."
She curled her hand into a fist and slammed it on the sheet in frustration. It was so tight that she would break a glass if she were holding one. She emitted a soft sniffle.
"How can anyone be so cruel to a tiny child? Dennis was just a normal child. He was rambunctious and spirited like any toddler would be. Lois saw him as 'bad' while she saw Robert as 'good.' Robert was adopted by Harold and Lois before they got Dennis. He learned not to get in his mother's way at an early age," Lucky commented.
"He witnessed her abuse of his brother. He was just five years old. He couldn't do anything to stop it. He managed to spare himself quite a bit of abuse by doing what she told him. Harold did nothing to stop her abuse of Dennis, but he never mistreated him," Trevor said and scoffed irritatingly. "Men were the sole breadwinners at the time. They had the final say on just about everything."
"I think he was mistreated too. Either that or he thought stopping the abuse would make it a lot worse," Lucky suggested with a shrug. "Robert did agree to testify against Lois. He said he saw her throw Dennis down the basement stairs in a fit of rage. Dennis died from peritonitis. His small bowel was ruptured from a hard blow. Despite the suspicions surrounding his death, the Jurgenes were allowed to adopt four Kentucky siblings. Lois abused them horribly. Robert and the other kids ran away to a neighbor. They told them what happened. The couple's parental rights were severed in 1975. They were not allowed to adopt any more children."
"I hope she is burning in the pits of hell over the cruelty she inflicted on Dennis," Trevor said bitterly. "He never deserved any of it."
"I hope Robert is living well in retirement. He was twenty-seven when his mother went to trial. He would be sixty-five by now," Lucky pointed out truthfully. "He's probably a grandfather too."
"That sounds like a nice thought," Trevor said, a small smile crossing his lips. "He is a good man. He did the right thing testifying against Lois."
Trevor took his girlfriend's hand into his. He planted kisses along her knuckles. He rubbed the back of it with his thumb very gently.
"It will be nice taking care of a baby in the Firehouse. We can teach Gabrielle how to go down the firepoles," Trevor said, excitement showing in his voice.
"There are two firepoles. One goes from the third floor to the second floor. The other goes from the second floor to the first floor," Lucky added, moving her hand downward in a rapid motion.
"I recall a Ren and Stimpy short where Ren and Stimpy covered themselves in dalmatian paint to become firedogs. Stimpy would run down the stairs at the firehouse. He would go to the firepole and slid up it. He did it several times before Ren became annoyed and told him to cut it out," Trevor said, snickering under his breath.
"Cartoons don't have to have any sort of logic. Just about anything goes," Lucky said. "Lisa noted this on The Simpsons."
Trevor huffed annoyingly. "I have never liked Lisa. She is too preachy. She destroyed Homer's barbecue just because she became a vegetarian and wanted everyone else to be like her."
"You can't force people to follow your views. You can tell them. It should be up to them to decide if they want to follow along or not," Lucky said in a blunt voice. "One thing is clear. I will never force my beliefs of anything on you."
"The same goes for me with you," Trevor said and flicked her nose twice. He saw her let out a long yawn. "It looks like you are ready for bed."
"I am," Lucky admitted. "After making love twice, who wouldn't be tired?"
"I enjoyed it immensely," Trevor said with a smile. "Good night. I love you."
Lucky giggled. "I love you too. Good night."
Trevor reached over and turned off the lamp. He wrapped his arms around Lucky. They closed their eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep.
