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melindacoulson4 · 8 years ago

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Her Name is Lucy

Chapter 3 of My legacy, my responsibility

You can read the first two chapters here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9712349/chapters/21909119

Alright, alright you guys convinced me to do another one, but remember that you asked for this….

Dedicated to you wonderful people for your encouraging comments on the last chapter : @timelesstheories, @tsscat, @victoria-tonks @anovel-notion @something-in-the-way-she-knows @justflyingkites

BEEEEEP.

"Ughhhh." He hears the groan of disgust behind him.

Their alarm clock was extremely obnoxious. But, he specifically bought it for that reason. Otherwise, Lucy would never wake up. Waking up in the morning was always a struggle to her.

He's lying face up in their bed with thick, fluffy blankets cocooning him in warmth. Lucy is somewhere to his right. He can't see where she is. All he can see is strands of dark curls peeking out from under the top comforter.

She always tended to roll around in her sleep. Sometimes he would wake up and she would be wrapped up in all of the blankets at the end of the bed. Other times she would practically be on top of him. It was always a surprise to see where she would end up once they woke up in the morning.

He can hear her shifting underneath the blankets, slowly moving towards him. One of her arms wraps around his middle and she curls her hand so that it is pressed between his back and the mattress. Her fingers are freezing like always.

"Mmmmph. I never want to get up," she mumbles into his t-shirt, nuzzling her face into the warmth between his arm and chest.

He breathes deeply, inhaling the scent of her curls. It's sweet and fruity just like her shampoo.

This is his favorite thing. Just having her body pressed against his own in their bed. He can feel the light exhales of breath from her nose against his arm. She's definitely going to fall back asleep and if he's not careful the comfort of her body will lull him back to sleep too. Now, she's making him never want to get up. This feels perfect, almost like a dream.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

The alarm blares again, startling him. He doesn't remember setting two alarms to go off within such a short amount of time. Lucy probably did it. After all, she's the one that needs six separate alarms in order to drag herself out of bed. Normally, she sets the two alarms on the clock on her bedside table. Then, she sets four alarms on her cell phone, which also rests on her bedside table.

The usual routine was for him to wake up at the sound of the first alarm and hop in the shower. Meanwhile, she continues to sleep until the second alarm wakes her up. At least, that's how she always planned it. It didn't always work out quite that well. That's why she had the four backup alarms.

He lifts his head off of the pillow, looking over Lucy's head to check the time on the clock.

7:05 am

They were late. No time for a shower at moment. He would take one after his morning walk.

He lowers his lips to the top of Lucy's head of hair and kisses her gently, then rolls out of bed.

"I'll make the coffee," he says, although he doubts she heard him.

She makes a little noise of protest in response, something between a grunt and a whine. She's already started to burrow herself completely within the sea of blankets again.

He smiles adoringly at her small form underneath it all.

The air is chilly outside of their bed, causing a shiver to run through his body. This winter was a bitter one.

He shuffles towards the door and decides to leave it wide-open as he enters the hallway. Hoping the noise would eventually rouse Lucy from her hibernation.

He makes his way to the end of the hall. First stop, the door to his left. It's halfway open. He peaks his head in and is stunned by the mess. It looks like a rainbow exploded in here. Barbie dolls cover at least half of the carpeted floor. There are books scattered everywhere. Some are cracked open like they were abandoned mid-read. Almost every item in here is brightly colored, yet pink is the main color that stands out.

There are four pieces of paper laid out in a row near the foot of the bed covered in paint. One piece of artwork depicts a picture of: an orange house, a blue man, a red woman, a pink child, and a yellow sun in the top corner. He assumes that’s supposed to be their family. As for the other pictures, he can't quite make out what they are.

Their daughter was a creative child. The creativity, he appreciates. The mess, he does not appreciate.

He pushes at the wooden door, causing it to creak as it swings open. This all has no effect on the sleeping child wrapped up in blankets, exactly like his wife. He tiptoes through the maze of toys and books, taking extra precautions not to step on anything.

"Time to wake up, sunshine," he says softly.

His words have no effect on the tiny six year old. At least, that's what he thought until a sudden cry of protest emanates from underneath the blankets.

"You can do it. Come on. You'll live," he softly encourages. He begins tugging the blankets back, freezing when Kate's head pops up.

Her hair is matted as if she had been caught in a twister.

"I'll do it myself!" She yells in protest.

It's almost surprising that so much noise could come from such a small person.

So, it was going to be that type of morning. Wonderful.

"Okay. Okay," he relents, while slowly backing out of the room.

He jogs down the stairs, each step creaking under his weight. When he enters the kitchen he's instantly blasted with another chilly wave over his body. It's freezing down here.

He walks over to the wall and taps the up arrow on the thermostat. Hopefully, it would heat up just a little bit before his girls come down for breakfast.

A movement outside the window closest to him catches his eye.

They decided to brighten up their kitchen when they bought this house eight years ago, which meant adding more windows. They added a total of five windows in this room. The windows are all tall and wide making their view of the backyard spectacular and convenient. When Kate was outside they could be standing or cooking in the kitchen and track her every move.

In the summer, the windows allowed for so much light to shine into the house, which complemented the white marble countertops in the kitchen.

Looking out the window now, he can see icicles dangling off of the side of the roof. It's beginning to snow again, like it had been for the last three mornings. Five feet of snow had already accumulated on the ground. It wasn't enough to delay Kate's elementary school, which upset her. She had been hoping for a snow day, so that she could run around in their backyard making snow angels and snowmen.

Well, she's going to get her wish if she doesn't get out of bed and ready for school within the next five minutes.

He has to get a move on here. He pulls his attention away from the winter scenery outside and towards the coffee maker, which was another thing that got him up in the mornings. When he and Lucy first started dating and spending nights, then naturally mornings with each other he discovered her love for coffee.

That was always the first thing she did after waking up. She would barely even speak before she took a sip of her coffee. It was endearing. That was one of the things that made it so easy for him to fall in love with her.

He pops the lid on the coffee container and instantly inhales the intoxicating smell. It was Lucy's favorite. She had fantastic taste in coffee and dragged him into her addiction. He already felt a small burst in energy just by smelling the ground up beans.

As he waits for the coffee to brew, he finally hears the familiar pitter-patter of tiny feet coming down the wooden stairs.

He walks over to the refrigerator and takes the gallon of milk out. Then, he reaches a hand up and pulls down Kate's favorite plastic bowl, which is the red one. Last week, he tried giving her the blue one with her cereal in it, which caused a meltdown. Kate cried, she was late to school, and it caused a fight between him and Lucy. All caused by the color of a bowl. Well, he definitely learned his lesson.

He pours the box of frosted cheerios into the red bowl, then adds a small amount of milk.

He turns around and greets his daughter. "Good morning," he says in a cheery, singsong voice.

"No," she pouts while pulling herself onto one of the wooden chairs belonging to the kitchen table.

"Someone is just like mommy in the mornings," he teases.

Wyatt places the small bowl in front of her. He doesn't get a thank you, but he does receive a glare. He tries not to laugh in response. Kate's cheeks are puffed up and she has her arms crossed over her chest. She is so adorable.

They both turn their heads towards the creaking of the stairs, watching as Lucy steps into the kitchen.

She's basically swimming in a giant sweater that he strongly suspects is one of his, but can't be sure. Her hair is still a tangled mess of curls. Her eyes appear to be barely open; she's squinting heavily at the brightness of the outside light shining in.

Her fuzzy sock clad feet glide across the kitchen tile in Kate's direction. She kisses the top of Kate's head and mumbles into her hair," good morning, baby."

Apparently, Kate isn't too keen on Lucy this morning either because she continues to pout into her bowl of cheerios.

Lucy walks toward him and then wraps her arms around his waist. She burrows her nose in his chest. He can feel the cold temperature of the tip of her nose through the cotton of his t-shirt.

No words are needed to be exchanged between them. It's just a small good morning hug that they have just like every other morning.

Lucy pulls away from him after a moment and moves over to the refrigerator, sliding open a bottom drawer, then pulling a couple of items out. She peels open a pack of string cheese and wordlessly places it in front of Kate.

Kate picks it up immediately and begins biting into it with no problem.

Kate enjoying a piece of cheese was not surprising. It was one of her favorite foods. The problem came when she had to eat fruits, which is what Lucy was about to give her next.

After chopping up some strawberries and a banana, Lucy drops the pieces of fruit into another plastic bowl. This time it's the blue one. She switches the red bowl for the blue bowl in front of Kate and then waits with arms crossed, back against the countertop.

Kate automatically pushes the bowl away, stretching her small arms as far as they could go across the kitchen table. It was almost kind of funny. Almost. If they didn't go through this every other morning he would probably laugh.

"Uh-uh," Lucy responds with a quick shake of her head. "Eat the fruit."

"Its gross mommy," Kate whines, yet still reaches for the bowl and slides it back towards herself.

Lucy frowns and flashes a stern stare serving as a warning to Kate. Almost as if she's saying 'this isn't a negotiation' with her face. She doesn't need words. He and Kate knew exactly what that face meant.

Kate crosses her arms in front of her chest and glares at the bowl almost like she was trying to stare the fruit into submission. As if she thought the glare alone would cause the fruit to magically disappear.

Kate and Lucy had the exact same facial expressions at the moment. Glancing at Kate now was like seeing a mirror image of Lucy, only smaller. Mini-Lucy, that's what Rufus started calling her once she had turned two.

The coffee maker beeps, signaling that the coffee was ready for consumption.

He pours two cups of the coffee, one in his usual #1 Dad mug that Kate had decorated for him last year and given to him as a gift for father’s day. The other cup, Lucy's favorite, one that he had bought for her. It had the words: I'd travel through time for you written on it.

It was so cheesy, yet he felt a need to buy it for her as a little inside joke. It wasn’t like they could overtly talk about what they used to do with other people, so that was his little way of rebelling.

He found it in a little corner store a couple of years back and knew that he had to buy it.

"Oh, you like Doctor Who?" The cashier had asked.

"Uhh..no actually, my wife. She's a big fan," he had replied while smiling politely. He really just wanted to say 'no, I have literally traveled through time for her just like the words on the mug,' but he kept his mouth shut and quickly paid for it. Sometimes it was difficult keeping the secret. Having Lucy by his side made it all much easier. He always had someone to understand when he wanted to vent. Of course, there were Rufus and Jiya too, but there was just something about Lucy right from the beginning. They just connected. They understood each other on every level. There was never any pretending between them, for better or worse.

When he had brought the mug home and given it to her she had laughed, which then turned into crying. The emotions were suddenly too much for her to bear. She had said she was so tired, yet happy that they were finished with it all. A couple weeks later, he proposed.

Currently, Lucy teaches the occasional history class at the local community college. When she's not busy with that, she writes books. Books about a wide-range of history subjects, she had first-hand knowledge after all.

He is a stay at home dad. In his free time he cooks. It was a hobby that he had picked up once they moved in together. He quickly discovered that he both enjoyed it and had a natural talent. Some days, he instructs self-defense training courses at the gym in town. It was something that he was very passionate about helping people with.

Of course, when Lucy writes her books, he helps her out. But no one knew that truth. How could they explain that he had the knowledge of certain historical events without any formal education?

They don't need to work. Truthfully, they're set for life. But after the excitement of time travel, they didn't want to get stuck in the lull of domesticity. Sure, they cherish the quiet moments, but they both still enjoy a little fun every now and then.

A hand covering his own pulls him back to reality. It's Lucy's hand, reaching for her cup of hot steaming liquid.

"Thanks, sweetheart," she says to him.

He turns his head, meeting her eyes. "You're welcome, baby doll."

They both laugh at the nicknames.

She always shoots him that special look. A wide grin on her face, that crinkle of her eyes, and the giggling are all hallmarks. He loves it. He lives to see her like that.

"And another thing…I love you," he tells her quietly, leaning in to press his mouth to hers.

She pulls away from the kiss too quickly, in his opinion.

"I love you too," she whispers against his lips, then grabs a fistful of his cotton shirt and tugs him down to her lips again.

Her lips are soft and inviting. She tilts her head to the side, deepening the kiss. She was intoxicating. His hand automatically moves, cupping the back of her head.

Just as he's about to slip his tongue into her mouth a squeak of protest interrupts him.

"Oh…not again!" Kate sighs from her seat at the table.

Lucy pulls away from him, smiling lightly as she quickly takes a sip from her coffee mug.

"Oh...stop it," he replies, silently reminding himself to give Rufus hell for teaching Kate to say that. He had taught her that after a night of babysitting. She informed them that Rufus promised that he would pay her a dollar if she said that every time that her parents did the 'yucky kissing'. That's just what they got for having Rufus and Jiya babysit so often.

He checks the clock on the oven and realizes that it's time that he and Kate walk to the bus stop.

"Let's go. Bus time." He takes a quick gulp of his coffee, satisfying the craving. He'll be back to drink the rest of it and maybe he and Lucy could do some more of that 'yucky kissing' without interruption.

Kate hops off of her chair and slowly drags her feet towards the front of the house to put her shoes on.

"Have a great day at school!" Lucy calls from the kitchen as they walk out the door two minutes later.

He watches as Kate climbs the stairs to the bus and sits in the second seat to the front. He waves at her one last time as the bus pulls away, continuing down the street.

“Wyatt.”

“Wyatt!”

He jerks awake, heart pounding in his chest.

"Honey, the alarm went off 20 minutes ago. Come on!"

It's Jessica calling out to him from the doorway to their bedroom. Wait….their bedroom? Jessica?

He glances around the room and is suddenly hit with memories of his life with Jessica and Thomas. He quickly realizes that this was his life.

Lucy and Kate were not real.

It was all in his head.

It was all a dream.

//end//

I really am sorry about this one. But I really do hope that they can end up like this for real someday. If you don't want your heart broken just pretend that it ended after Wyatt took Kate to the bus.

Please comment and let me know your feelings and reaction! lol

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