by Davis, L. D.
I sat down on the edge of the bed to pull my sneakers on and Emmy walked out in a towel just then. She wasn’t embarrassed as she was in the beginning when we first started cohabitating, nor was she giving any indication that maybe she may look sexually inviting in that towel with her wet hair falling down her back. She just looked…shut down. I had a feeling during her long shower that she regressed some, pulled back into herself a little, to escape our earlier conversation. As uncomfortable and maybe hurt as she may have been, I wasn’t going to let her crawl back under her dying rock.
“Lucas crashed,” I told her. “Hopefully he'll sleep this afternoon, too.”
“Okay,” she said, turning her back on me to look through her drawers.
I got up and started out of the room, but paused.
“I'm sorry,” I said to her back.
“For what?” she glanced over her shoulder at me.
“I was really insensitive a little while ago,” I admitted.
“It's fine,” she shrugged it off, but it wasn’t fine and we both knew it.
“No, it's not fine, Emmy,” I said firmly. “I was an ass, and I'm sorry.”
“Okay. Forgiven.” She turned around now, holding clothing in her hands.
“Okay,” I said, reluctant to leave it at that. “I'll be back in a few hours, maybe around three.”
“Take your time.”
I walked out of the room, but realized I should have clarified something first. I stepped back in the room with a rush of words.
“I'm really going to the office to work,” I promised. “Nothing shady will be going on. I promise.”
“Luke, you don't owe me any explanations.”
“I do, and I'll just be honest about it next time. So, there will be no question about it in your head.”
Even as those words fell out of my mouth I realized my mistake. I insinuated that I’d tell her the next time I was going to have sex with someone. I wanted to take the words back, because that isn’t really what I meant at all.
“I don't want to know,” she said quickly in a panicked voice. Her eyes were wide and her one hand holding up her towel was bone white because she was clutching it so fiercely.
“I'm sorry,” I managed to say and tried to close my surprised mouth.
She tried to smile. Failed. It just looked deranged. She took a deep breath and I saw her shoulders relax some.
“Dude, stop apologizing and go to work already,” she forced a laugh and tried to appear normal. “It's fine - I'm fine. Really.”
“Okay,” I said, still reluctant to go. “I'll be home as soon as I'm done.”
“Okay, okay.”
She tried to wave me away, to dismiss me. I felt like she was dismissing more than my presence. I needed her to know that I didn’t dismiss her so easily.
“What now?” she asked when I didn’t move.
“I don't want you to think that you're not...attractive or desirable,” I said.
“Oh my god, Luke! Can you just go!” Her face had turned a shade of pink and she had the most uncomfortable smile on her face.
“Because you are,” I pushed. “You're probably hotter than ever before, but we just have so much...shit between us and we're not really on the same page and...”
My stupid words again. No one would believe I was a successful attorney, what with my recent propensity to say the dumbest things to Emmy. I just told her I’d have sex with her if things were different, and I suggested that even though we had come a long way since she began working for me in the firm, that it was not far enough. My words could have very well shoved her back into her shell.
“You know what?” she said, throwing her towel hand up in the air and quickly grabbing it again when it began to slip. “If it will make you feel better, I will go get laid tonight. I'm sure I can find a date. Then you won't feel so...weird, and you are being really, really weird.”
If she could have taken a sledge hammer and hit me in the chest right then, it wouldn’t have compared to the pressure I felt there after she said that. No matter what lines I try to draw between us, the truth was that I didn’t want anyone else to have her. That truth hit me rather hard. I thought about it leisurely before, but now it was a thought that made my skin crawl and made me want to punch something or someone.
“Sorry. I'm leaving.”
I left before I could say another stupid word.
Before I pulled out of the parking garage, I dialed Vivian Deluca.
“If this is about the offer you sent on Wednesday, the answer is still no,” she said instead of hello.
“I called on a personal level, Vivian,” I said with a grin. “But since you brought it up, you already know you’re going to lose. It would cost your client far less money to just settle.”
“You know me, Mr. Kessler,” she purred. “I don’t like to settle. What is it that you desire?”
“Well,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck with discomfort. “I can’t deny that I had a very fulfilling evening with you a few weeks ago.”
“Oh, I hear a ‘but’ coming,” she snorted. “Let me guess. You want out of our agreement? You’ve fallen in love with some poor, clueless woman?”
That shook me a little bit. Was that why I was calling it off? Could I say that I was…in love? Was it more than just being respectful to Emmy? Was it more?
I chose to ebb around that instead of answering Viv directly.
“Whatever my reasons are, they are my own,” I said quietly.
“That’s it, isn’t it? You know I can smell a lie – even one of omission – even through the phone line. It’s part of what makes me good at what I do and why I didn’t hang around in a marriage with a philandering husband. Luke Kessler,” she sighed, but I could almost hear her smiling. “You soft hearted fool. I had no idea you were such a pussy for love.”
There was that word again. Love. I didn’t know how to respond because I wasn’t really sure myself where my mind and heart was. She continued talking, not requiring a response.
“Very well then,” Viv said. “For the record, I did enjoy your unusually large appendage. You were well worth the time. I’ll see you in court next month. If you delay for anything less than death, I will walk into your office myself and kick your ass. Take this time to prepare to lose.”
I laughed. “Don’t count on it, Deluca.”
Chapter Eleven
“Shit!” I cried out when Emmy woke me up and told me the time. I scrambled off of the couch, saying “I can’t be late!”
She smacked my arm as I passed by her. “Don’t curse in front of Lucas, dumbass!”
I wanted to argue that she just did that very thing. How could shit be any worse than dumbass? But I didn’t have time to argue. I had a very big day in court, up against Vivian Deluca of all people, and I could. Not. Be. Late.
I rushed into the master bath and started the shower. I was so frantic, I started to step into the shower wearing my boxers and t-shirt. I struggled out of the clothing and climbed into the shower without checking the temperature. I let out a string of curse words as water hotter than Hades hit my skin. I adjusted the temperature and grabbed the body wash Emmy buys for me. Just when I started to wash, the curtain pulled back slightly and a hand appeared in front of me holding a toothbrush with the toothpaste already on it. I grabbed the toothbrush and began the almost impossible task of washing myself with one hand while brushing my teeth.
I got out of the shower in record time and rushed into the bedroom with a towel around my waist, and once again my clothes were laid out on the bed. Emmy knew it was a big day in court and chose my best suit, charcoal gray and a blue shirt the same shade as my bright blue eyes. I dressed quickly only to discover I didn’t have a tie, but Em breezed in with my most impressive tie, also blue but with gray stripes. I expected her to just hand it to me, but she surprised me when she flipped my collar up and expertly and quickly began tying the tie.
“I packed up your briefcase, too,” she said as she
worked.
“Thank you,” I breathed. I had stayed up late into the night going over everything and fell asleep with the papers scattered across the coffee table. I didn’t have to worry that Em put the paperwork in wrong or disorganized, because she always seemed to know just what to do and how to do it.
She smoothed the tie down my chest. “Get your shoes on and I’ll meet you at the front door,” she said and walked out of the room.
I put my shoes on quickly and raced out of the room. Emmy managed to hold Lucas, a paper bag, my briefcase, keys and phone. I was so very grateful for her. From the day she moved in with Lucas, regardless of how I treated her, Emmy always took care of me. I’ve been the shifty one, but despite her hardships and the black cloud that seemed to linger even when she was doing well, she was like a rock.
I thanked her as I gathered my brown bag breakfast, my briefcase, phone and keys from her. I kissed Lucas goodbye as I did every morning. Even though I already thanked Emmy, it wasn’t enough. My words would never be enough to show my appreciation or to even describe the feelings that were steadily growing for her. I gave her the best I could give her at the time and kissed her cheek before I walked out the door.
*~~~*
I beat the skirt off of Vivian Deluca after five days of battle. She was so damn angry and it only made me grin more. I like beating Vivian. She’s a true shark and sometimes it’s nice being the bigger badder shark-eating shark. I spoke to my clients for a few minutes, promising to follow up with them in a few days before they left. Vivian’s clients had gone as well, leaving only the two of us alone in the room.
“Congratulations,” Vivian said, as she closed up her briefcase.
“You don’t mean that,” I said, unable to hide my self-satisfied grin.
“I do not say things I do not mean, Mr. Kessler.”
I held the swinging door open for her and she breezed through it.
“If you wouldn’t have ended our arrangement, I would have fucked you until my anger abated,” she said conversationally.
“I’m sure that would have been…interesting,” I said.
“Oh, I would have brought you to your knees,” she promised.
“I guess we’ll never know,” I said, opening the door for her.
“I suppose not. My office will be in touch.”
She stalked off without another word, making people scatter out of her way with just her overbearing presence.
What a woman. Just not the woman for me.
I stopped to chat with the security guard for a moment, asking about his wife and kid. I was feeling very upbeat as I practically skipped down the steps of the courthouse. My morning had started out a little crazy, but Emmy steered me straight and everything perked up from there. Even though we were in court all damn day and I battled Vivian as if she was some medieval monster – and I did not come out unscathed – I had a phenomenal day. Nothing was going to bring me down.
Maybe I would just stop back at the office for only a few minutes and head home a little early. Maybe I’d call Emmy and tell her to get Lucas ready and take them out to dinner. We had gone out only a couple of times since we started communicating again, and it was always with other family members. This time we could go out just the three of us, as our own family.
I liked the sound of that. It made my smile widen.
Nothing was going to bring me down.
Except the sight of Claire standing outside of my office, with a nice, round, couldn’t-miss-it-from-the-moon pregnant belly.
Chapter Twelve
“I heard someone had a big win today!” Emmy said when I walked through the door at home.
I was down. Claire dragged my high spirits down to earth and kicked them through the mud, but Emmy looked so delighted, I shoved away any thoughts of Claire as best I could. I forced myself to smile as I kissed her cheek for the second time that day.
“I made you a celebratory dinner,” she smiled.
Her smile penetrated my skin and spread throughout my body. Though Em has been offering up smiles more often lately, it was rare to see one that derived from within her soul.
I picked Lucas up in the living room and followed Emmy into the kitchen. I could smell the garlic smashed potatoes and the green beans that probably simmered with bacon and onions for a good while. She pulled steaks out of the broiler a moment after I walked in.
“I heard that Deluca woman is demonic,” Emmy said, casting a glance at me. “I’m glad you beat her.”
I wasn’t about to volunteer up any further information about Vivian.
“I’m glad, too,” I said.
She turned around and looked closely at me. I turned my eyes to Lucas and asked him about his day and attempted one of our insanely cute, but manly conversations, but Emmy put the kibosh on that.
“What’s wrong?” she asked with a hand on her hip. “Why aren’t you happy about your big win?”
I looked at her with feigned surprise. “I am happy,” I countered.
“Something is bothering you.”
She was one to talk about something bothering someone. She who has nightmares and keeps quiet about her apparently violent past.
“I’m tired. It was a rough battle,” I said, trying to smile casually.
Her eyes flitted over me and then she gave a half shrug. “Okay. Well, I hope your dinner makes up for the ‘rough battle.’”
“It will – it does,” I said meaningfully. “I’m going to go change.”
“Okay,” she said, looking at me with veiled apprehension.
I set Lucas down. The moment his feet hit the floor he was off and running. I eased past Emmy and went into the bedroom. I changed in slow motion, sometimes stopping with my hands frozen on my shirt as I unbuttoned it as my conversation with Claire bounced around unwanted in my head. I said no one could bring me down and I had been wrong. Claire brought me down. To my knees.
“You’re pregnant,” were the first words I blurted out to her.
“I think I know that now,” she answered bitterly.
“You said…but you…you said…” I sputtered as I stared at her round belly.
“Do you want to have this conversation out here on the sidewalk or can we go inside?” She didn’t wait for me to answer her. She marched over to the door to the firm and went inside. I lingered on the sidewalk for a few seconds before following her inside.
The staff and my attorneys tried not to stare as I walked by, following Claire who had made a hot beeline to my office, but I could feel their eyes on me anyway. Everyone knew Emmy. Most everyone loved Emmy, and those that didn’t love her still respected her. Everyone also knew that we weren’t a couple, but no matter how you look at it, it still looked like a betrayal. I was bitterly thankful that Emmy had gone down to part time and only came into the office a couple of days a week and today was one of her days off.
I stepped inside my office and closed the door behind me before taking a seat behind my desk. Claire sat across from me, looking at everything but me.
“You said you weren’t pregnant,” I said, and for the first time since I ran into her on the sidewalk I was feeling some anger towards her.
“I said I got my period,” she said, looking at something off to her left.
“You lied to me.”
“I didn’t lie.”
“You said something happened that didn’t.”
“It happened. I did get my period.”
“You’re pregnant, Claire!”
“Thank you for again stating the obvious,” she muttered.
“Will you fucking look at me!” I roared so loudly that she jumped in her seat. I had no doubts that I was heard throughout the office.
Claire slowly dragged her eyes to mine.
I spoke with clipped words. “Explain to me. Why. You are sitting in my office. With a fetus. Growing inside of you.”
She visibly shivered at my tone and flinched at the word fetus.
“It wasn’t a normal period,” she sai
d just above a whisper. “It was extremely light and only lasted a couple of days. I was stressed out after the accident and just assumed it was because of stress.”
“It took you five months to tell me,” I growled. “Five months! Five and a half months!”
“At least it is before the baby is born,” she said tightly.
“Don’t do that,” I pointed at her. “Don’t you even think about bringing her into this. Don’t compare what you are doing to what Emmy did.”
“I couldn’t even begin to compare, because what she did is so much worse!” Claire rebutted.
“You can’t compare because you’re not her!” I snapped. “You will never be her. So, if you think this little scheme showing up months later with a baby growing in your belly is going to somehow draw us closer, you are pathetically wrong.”
She sat there staring at me with her mouth slightly open. Tears pooled in her eyes but didn’t spill out. She could cry all day, it wasn’t going to make me sympathetic. I know she didn’t break the condom – at least I hoped she didn’t sabotage the condom – and I had an equal part in making the baby – if it was indeed mine – but waiting to tell me was bullshit. It seemed very shady that she would wait to tell me. Claire and I had known each other since grade school and clearly we did not know each other well at all. I would never think that she would deceive me like this and she must have not had known that I would react so negatively.
“I guess the two of you are back together,” she said with bitterness as she wiped away the tears that had escaped.
“No,” I answered, looking at her with disdain. “We are not, but we are…doing well as a family.”