emotional scars that Lucas’s Mom – Emmy – tried to keep hidden, but now I believed whatever he had done was far more sinister than just being a douche bag. Whatever it was he did, he did it to my son, too.
*~~~*
The next day was off to a bad start. I had sat up all night thinking about what to do about Emmy and her nightmares. I didn’t know if I should confront her or leave it alone. If it was just about her, I probably would have minded my own business, but Lucas was definitely involved and Lucas was my business. I just didn’t know if what happened to him was in or out of the womb.
By the time I fell asleep, the sky was beginning to light up the morning sky. I was shaken awake by Emmy an hour a fter I should have been up and ready to walk out of the door. I jumped off of the couch, crashing into her. She stumbled back, but I grabbed her waist to steady her. That was the first time I touched her in a long time. If I had time I would have thought about how surprisingly refreshing it was to feel her curves and not Claire’s bony body. I released her as I murmured an apology and darted out of the room to get ready for work.
I showered in record time and almost shouted with relief when I saw that Emmy had picked out a suit and tie for me and laid it out on the bed. Hell, she even put out a pair of boxers and socks.
I dressed quickly and dashed out into the living room. Emmy was holding a smiling Lucas in one arm and had my coat draped over her other arm while she held my briefcase. Again, perfect wife material, if she wasn’t who she was…
I took the coat and briefcase with appreciation and leaned in to kiss Lucas goodbye. As I was pulling away, I got a whiff of Emmy’s scent and was shocked at how sad I suddenly felt.
“Just a second,” she said and turned around to the dining room table. She handed me a reusable shopping bag. “Breakfast and lunch,” she said and shifted Lucas to her other arm.
I held the bag and looked at it with a dumbfounded e xpression. She’s given me lunch before, and on weekends she makes me breakfast, but something about this was…touching.
“It’s just an egg and bacon sandwich,” she shrugged. “But I figured you don’t have time to stop. I think I heard you tell someone on the phone that you had to be in court rather ea rly today.”
“Yes,” I said stupidly. “Thanks.”
I turned away and rushed out of the door before I did something ridiculous, like smile.
When I walked into the office, I was once again remin ded of what shit shape it was in. Kacey sat at her desk texting on her phone. I usually ignored this, but I was moody.
“Put the phone away and do something useful,” I snapped at her as I passed by her desk.
“We had to send away another client this morning,” Craig said, following me into my office. I liked Craig. He was very young, just barely out of high school, but he was a hard worker and took the pressure working in our screwed up environment well. He was a fast talker, though, spoke a mile a minute, especially when he was feeling said pressure.
“We have got to get this office in order, Luke. This place is turning into an absolute nightmare when it should be effin’ amazing. We shouldn’t have to turn clients away just because we’re completely unorganized. What is Kacey for? Isn’t she supposed to be part of that organization process? And for shit’s sake, Luke, the reception area out there looks like the reception area before the gates to hell and Kacey looks like a gargoyle guarding the gates to hell. Who am I kidding? The reception room to the gates of hell are probably fucking fabulous. I keep looking at it and expecting to see Michael Keaton all dressed up as Beetle Juice and that guy with the shrunken head and the lady cut in half.”
I stopped staring open mouthed at Craig after every one of his rants a long time ago, but sometimes it was the only rea ction I could muster. This was one of those times.
“I wish I
*~~~*
The next day was off to a bad start. I had sat up all night thinking about what to do about Emmy and her nightmares. I didn’t know if I should confront her or leave it alone. If it was just about her, I probably would have minded my own business, but Lucas was definitely involved and Lucas was my business. I just didn’t know if what happened to him was in or out of the womb.
By the time I fell asleep, the sky was beginning to light up the morning sky. I was shaken awake by Emmy an hour a fter I should have been up and ready to walk out of the door. I jumped off of the couch, crashing into her. She stumbled back, but I grabbed her waist to steady her. That was the first time I touched her in a long time. If I had time I would have thought about how surprisingly refreshing it was to feel her curves and not Claire’s bony body. I released her as I murmured an apology and darted out of the room to get ready for work.
I showered in record time and almost shouted with relief when I saw that Emmy had picked out a suit and tie for me and laid it out on the bed. Hell, she even put out a pair of boxers and socks.
I dressed quickly and dashed out into the living room. Emmy was holding a smiling Lucas in one arm and had my coat draped over her other arm while she held my briefcase. Again, perfect wife material, if she wasn’t who she was…
I took the coat and briefcase with appreciation and leaned in to kiss Lucas goodbye. As I was pulling away, I got a whiff of Emmy’s scent and was shocked at how sad I suddenly felt.
“Just a second,” she said and turned around to the dining room table. She handed me a reusable shopping bag. “Breakfast and lunch,” she said and shifted Lucas to her other arm.
I held the bag and looked at it with a dumbfounded e xpression. She’s given me lunch before, and on weekends she makes me breakfast, but something about this was…touching.
“It’s just an egg and bacon sandwich,” she shrugged. “But I figured you don’t have time to stop. I think I heard you tell someone on the phone that you had to be in court rather ea rly today.”
“Yes,” I said stupidly. “Thanks.”
I turned away and rushed out of the door before I did something ridiculous, like smile.
When I walked into the office, I was once again remin ded of what shit shape it was in. Kacey sat at her desk texting on her phone. I usually ignored this, but I was moody.
“Put the phone away and do something useful,” I snapped at her as I passed by her desk.
“We had to send away another client this morning,” Craig said, following me into my office. I liked Craig. He was very young, just barely out of high school, but he was a hard worker and took the pressure working in our screwed up environment well. He was a fast talker, though, spoke a mile a minute, especially when he was feeling said pressure.
“We have got to get this office in order, Luke. This place is turning into an absolute nightmare when it should be effin’ amazing. We shouldn’t have to turn clients away just because we’re completely unorganized. What is Kacey for? Isn’t she supposed to be part of that organization process? And for shit’s sake, Luke, the reception area out there looks like the reception area before the gates to hell and Kacey looks like a gargoyle guarding the gates to hell. Who am I kidding? The reception room to the gates of hell are probably fucking fabulous. I keep looking at it and expecting to see Michael Keaton all dressed up as Beetle Juice and that guy with the shrunken head and the lady cut in half.”
I stopped staring open mouthed at Craig after every one of his rants a long time ago, but sometimes it was the only rea ction I could muster. This was one of those times.
“I wish I
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