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He turns his attention back to the
door and sighs again. The fact that
he can't anticipate what's going
to happen when he walks through
that door is killing him. He clenches
his fist (the only one not frozen
in a cast). Now is as good a time
as any to find out. He reaches up,
depressing the doorbell an extended
second. A minute passes, and the
door slowly opens, Elizabeth appearing
behind it. He takes a moment,
reacquainting himself with her
beauty. Even with her red, puffy eyes,
and sloppy clothing, she still
has a way of taking his breath away.
"Hi......."
Liz shifts uncomfortably, matching his soft, tentative tone.
"Hi....... Um, come in......"
She moves aside, watching as he
passes her and walks across the room.
She closes the door and turns around,
quickly glancing at him before
turning her gaze to the floor.
"I'm sorry I ditched you at the
clinic..... I hope you found your way
home alright."
Elizabeth glances at him again, a nervous smile playing around her lips.
"You know you didn't have to leave
me the car...... I could have taken
a cab or bus or something......"
"In New York City? Are you kidding me? You'd have to be crazy!"
"Well how did you get home?"
Lucky stops, a smile breaking out on his face.
"I took a bus......."
Elizabeth laughs--partly at his
response, but mostly out of relief that
the tension is broken. Lucky watches,
finding her laughter contagious.
It's the most beautiful sound to
his ears-- a sound he's been
missing for a long time now. Liz
looks at Lucky, the smile sliding off
her face.
"Oh my god! What happened to your hand?!"
Lucky looks down at his bandaged
hand. He's been thinking about so
much in the past 48 hours, he hasn't
had time to think about his hand.
He looks up at Elizabeth's worried
face, flashing her his most
charming smile. He lowers his voice
jokingly.
"I told you those New York buses were dangerous."
She continues to stare at him, concerned.
"Seriously Lucky...... What happened?"
He turns away, the events of that night replaying in his mind.
"Can we just say I had a bad night and leave it at that?"
Elizabeth walks closer, refusing to take no for an answer.
"Did you hit someone?"
He stops. He wishes he could lie
and tell her no, but he knows he
can't. He can never lie to her.
He shifts uncomfortably, releasing a
frustrated sigh. Her eyes widen.
"You did! Who did you hit?....... You didn't hit your dad did you?!"
"No."
"Nikolas?"
"*No*."
"Well that's it for my list of punchable
suspects....... Are you going
to tell me who, or am I going to
have to start watching the city for
black eyes?"
Lucky clenches his teeth, annoyed.
"I punched a cop alright?"
Elizabeth shakes her head. Much
to her disbelief she finds her mouth
breaking out into a grin.
"Only you Lucky Spencer......"
Lucky turns back to her, his defensiveness
dissipating. He looks at her,
and quickly matches her smile.
She's so loving and understanding. She
knows not to push.... something
he couldn't be more grateful for at
this moment. He wonders how far
her loyalty would stretch if she knew
everything about him. He snaps
out of his daze to find Elizabeth staring
at him expectantly.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Do you want something to drink?"
"Uh, yeah sure.... water would be great."
He watches as she crosses to the
table and pours them each a glass. Her
mood seems to have changed. She
seems serious-- nervous even. She walks
back across the room reaching out
to hand him his glass. Their fingers
touch, and the familiar jolt of
electricity passes between them. They
lean in, sharing a tender, yet
passionate kiss. Breaking apart, Lucky
leans his forehead against hers.
He closes his eyes, inhaling deeply.
"I'm sorry...... for everything...."
"Lucky don't--"
"No, I am..... I'm really sorry--"
"Lucky stop it!"
She pulls away, leaving Lucky standing
perplexed. She walks across the
room suddenly feeling very nauseous.
She has to tell him now..... She
puts a shaky hand to her stomach,
feeling a knot forming beneath it.
Lucky watches sadly from behind
her.
"I'm sorry.... I never.... I never asked how you were feeling....."
The words cause tears to spring to her eyes.
"I didn't do it."
The words hang cold in the air.
They finally set in, and Lucky stares
incredulously at her back.
"What?"
"I mean I was going to, but I just
kept thinking about what you
said...... This child isn't evil...
who it is, is not determined by
who made it..... it's who raises
it loves it--the examples it's
shown....... you proved that to
me...."
She turns back to him, her eyes
searching out his. He watches her,
feeling the lump forming in his
throat. She actually looks-- almost
happy..... like she finally understands
what she's saying.
"Your father...... was a rapist
Lucky.... but then I look and see what a
perfect human being he helped create...
Lucky you are everything my
rapist wasn't....... you're loving,
caring.... compassionate,
honest......"
Lucky turns away, his heart pounding
against his ribcage. The guilt is
consuming.... God if she only knew......
"Liz...... I'm not so wonderful....."
"But Lucky you are..... Don't you
see? M..... my child could grow up
to be just like you..... how could
I ever deprive the world of someone
like that?!"
Lucky closes his eyes nauseated.
She's basing the biggest decision of
life on something he doesn't believe
anymore. This last incident only
proved it for him...... he's not
who people see him as.
"Elizabeth......"
"Lucky..... I just know this is right......"
He turns around watching her. She
looks confident. He swallows the
self-hatred and forces a smile.
She walks up to him, grabbing his good
hand.
"But I need to know something first....."
He looks down at her questioningly.
"Will you be the father?"
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