Post by Mrs. Zebra (aka Roosje) on Feb 16, 2007 0:00:28 GMT 10
This is a oneshot, it's about Luby having a fight and Abby wonders what will happen, and writes this down in a letter. Luka answers it. No sex.
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters.
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Dear Luka,
What will you do after me? After you have left me and our son. What will you do? Are you going to date someone else? Are you going to be the bachelor guy? Or, are you going to be a lonely man? Of course, I don't want you to leave me but I'm just wondering. We had our very first fight yesterday. I wanted to take Joe out, but you didn't let me. You wanted him to be safe inside the house. The poor kid! He should get outside, he has not left the house in two days and he needs some fresh air. I told you not to be that stubborn. You became mad. I don't know why, because you never do.
You told me to shut up, why would I? I was given a mouth so I use it when I want it. I told you that you were the one to shut up because Joe needed to go outside. He cried and you picked him up. I didn't let you so I pulled him away, out of your arms. He cried even louder and you hit me. Luka, what-is-wrong-with-you? You have never ever hit me.. But I still don't get why you hit me. You're the calm guy. Luka, just know I'm very mad at you right now but at the same time I'm wondering what is wrong with you. Why did you hit me?
Maybe you have problems at work, maybe you have another woman (who knows?), maybe you don't want us to be together anymore? I just want you to know that whatever it is, you can tell me.
Forever yours,
Abby.
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Dear Abby,
I've read your letter with mixed feelings. I love you and I really don't have any idea why I hit you. You know, when I met you I knew you were the one, and you still are actually. You're the sunshine in my life, you are the one I love and the one I always will love, no matter how many fights we have (though, I don't like them). You're the one who always cheers me up. You're beautiful. You're a perfect mom.
Abby, just know I am really sorry about hitting you and of course that doesn't turn the hitting into something good. It was bad of me to do something like that.
About the problems: Yes. I have problems but I want to talk to you about that in private. Nobody knows but you deserve to know.
I love you,
Luka.
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"Luka, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?", Abby says as she kisses Joe. He is twelve months old now. He will turn one year tomorrow. Luka sighs and he tells Abby to call the nanny, to pick Joe up. Abby nods, not having any idea what he wants to talk about. Probably something emotional.
An hour later
"Abby, this is hard. Last week I treated a patient who had been hit by his father. That made me remember some things that happened in my youth. I have been hit too, every day, and my father hit my mother too." Abby is stunned. "But..", she tries to say, but Luka places his finger on her mouth softly. "When I was older, around sixteen years old, I tried to take revenge on my father. But I was too small. He beat me, almost to death. You can talk now", Luka says, crying. "Is that why you were that mad, the day before yesterday?", Abby asks. Luka nods. "Yes. But Abby, I promise I won't do it again." Abby nods and kisses him. "Luka, please tell me those kinds of things when they worry you.", she says as she kisses him and falls asleep in his arms.
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Comments would be love.
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters.
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Dear Luka,
What will you do after me? After you have left me and our son. What will you do? Are you going to date someone else? Are you going to be the bachelor guy? Or, are you going to be a lonely man? Of course, I don't want you to leave me but I'm just wondering. We had our very first fight yesterday. I wanted to take Joe out, but you didn't let me. You wanted him to be safe inside the house. The poor kid! He should get outside, he has not left the house in two days and he needs some fresh air. I told you not to be that stubborn. You became mad. I don't know why, because you never do.
You told me to shut up, why would I? I was given a mouth so I use it when I want it. I told you that you were the one to shut up because Joe needed to go outside. He cried and you picked him up. I didn't let you so I pulled him away, out of your arms. He cried even louder and you hit me. Luka, what-is-wrong-with-you? You have never ever hit me.. But I still don't get why you hit me. You're the calm guy. Luka, just know I'm very mad at you right now but at the same time I'm wondering what is wrong with you. Why did you hit me?
Maybe you have problems at work, maybe you have another woman (who knows?), maybe you don't want us to be together anymore? I just want you to know that whatever it is, you can tell me.
Forever yours,
Abby.
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Dear Abby,
I've read your letter with mixed feelings. I love you and I really don't have any idea why I hit you. You know, when I met you I knew you were the one, and you still are actually. You're the sunshine in my life, you are the one I love and the one I always will love, no matter how many fights we have (though, I don't like them). You're the one who always cheers me up. You're beautiful. You're a perfect mom.
Abby, just know I am really sorry about hitting you and of course that doesn't turn the hitting into something good. It was bad of me to do something like that.
About the problems: Yes. I have problems but I want to talk to you about that in private. Nobody knows but you deserve to know.
I love you,
Luka.
--
"Luka, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?", Abby says as she kisses Joe. He is twelve months old now. He will turn one year tomorrow. Luka sighs and he tells Abby to call the nanny, to pick Joe up. Abby nods, not having any idea what he wants to talk about. Probably something emotional.
An hour later
"Abby, this is hard. Last week I treated a patient who had been hit by his father. That made me remember some things that happened in my youth. I have been hit too, every day, and my father hit my mother too." Abby is stunned. "But..", she tries to say, but Luka places his finger on her mouth softly. "When I was older, around sixteen years old, I tried to take revenge on my father. But I was too small. He beat me, almost to death. You can talk now", Luka says, crying. "Is that why you were that mad, the day before yesterday?", Abby asks. Luka nods. "Yes. But Abby, I promise I won't do it again." Abby nods and kisses him. "Luka, please tell me those kinds of things when they worry you.", she says as she kisses him and falls asleep in his arms.
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Comments would be love.
