Post by larue on Sept 17, 2006 23:25:54 GMT 10
Chapter 1
“So is Lockhart your name or his?” Abby turned to look at the doctor working in the drug room with her.
“It’s his,” she said as she crossed her arms over her chest. “But I’m keeping it because it’s the only good thing I got out of the whole mess.”
“Why? What was your name before?” She hesitated a moment.
“Wyczenski...” she drawled. Dr. Luka Kovac chuckled.
“You’re right,” he said with a smile. “Lockhart is better.” Abby shook her head and went back to preparing the meds.
Chicago - 9 years earlier
It was probably the most perfect wedding ever. There were tons of family....well....his family. Their friends. Her mother was there and on her meds. Her brother, Eric, had given her away. The white dress. The church. Everything fell perfectly in to place. They were young. Foolishly in love...and lust. They had goals. She had just finished her nursing program and had actually found a job. He was up to his ears in med school. She would work and support them until he was finished. Then it would be her turn. They would buy a house. They would start a family. Richard wanted a boat. She wanted....well...she hadn’t really decided yet. She loved being a nurse. Couldn’t wait to get to work. But now there was the honeymoon to look forward to.
Abby looked across the reception room and dance floor and caught Richard’s eye. He was talking with his mother and an aunt. His smile melted her heart as he held up the flute of champagne in a private toast. His mother saw him, turned to look at her and smiled. Abby loved his family. His mother. His dad. His sister and brother. And they loved her. They had accepted her so fully and without question. She wasn’t sure they understood about Maggie.....or even knew for that matter. They hadn’t seen her off her medication. Not even Richard knew the full story of what she had endured growing up with a bi-polar parent. Maggie was far away in Florida most of the time.
“I can’t believe my son would leave you all alone so close to a dance floor.” Abby grinned and turned to look at her new father in law. He looked just like Richard. Just a little grayer. Ruggedly handsome. David Lockhart extended his arm to his newest family addition and waited for her to take it. Abby smiled and let him lead her to the dance floor. For now this was a perfect time. She was young, beautiful, in love.....and happy. For now.
“You’re drunk....” Richard slurred as he looked up at the woman poised over him on the bed in the honeymoon suite. Abby giggled and set the empty champagne flute on the table next to the bed.
“So are you....” she said. He chuckled and nodded. His hand reached up to the back of her neck and he drew her closer for a kiss. She felt so good. She was sweet. She was sassy. She was a hot little number in bed. He’d found that out not long after their first date. And she had a way of getting under his skin. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. They were good together. For now.
“So is Lockhart your name or his?” Abby turned to look at the doctor working in the drug room with her.
“It’s his,” she said as she crossed her arms over her chest. “But I’m keeping it because it’s the only good thing I got out of the whole mess.”
“Why? What was your name before?” She hesitated a moment.
“Wyczenski...” she drawled. Dr. Luka Kovac chuckled.
“You’re right,” he said with a smile. “Lockhart is better.” Abby shook her head and went back to preparing the meds.
Chicago - 9 years earlier
It was probably the most perfect wedding ever. There were tons of family....well....his family. Their friends. Her mother was there and on her meds. Her brother, Eric, had given her away. The white dress. The church. Everything fell perfectly in to place. They were young. Foolishly in love...and lust. They had goals. She had just finished her nursing program and had actually found a job. He was up to his ears in med school. She would work and support them until he was finished. Then it would be her turn. They would buy a house. They would start a family. Richard wanted a boat. She wanted....well...she hadn’t really decided yet. She loved being a nurse. Couldn’t wait to get to work. But now there was the honeymoon to look forward to.
Abby looked across the reception room and dance floor and caught Richard’s eye. He was talking with his mother and an aunt. His smile melted her heart as he held up the flute of champagne in a private toast. His mother saw him, turned to look at her and smiled. Abby loved his family. His mother. His dad. His sister and brother. And they loved her. They had accepted her so fully and without question. She wasn’t sure they understood about Maggie.....or even knew for that matter. They hadn’t seen her off her medication. Not even Richard knew the full story of what she had endured growing up with a bi-polar parent. Maggie was far away in Florida most of the time.
“I can’t believe my son would leave you all alone so close to a dance floor.” Abby grinned and turned to look at her new father in law. He looked just like Richard. Just a little grayer. Ruggedly handsome. David Lockhart extended his arm to his newest family addition and waited for her to take it. Abby smiled and let him lead her to the dance floor. For now this was a perfect time. She was young, beautiful, in love.....and happy. For now.
“You’re drunk....” Richard slurred as he looked up at the woman poised over him on the bed in the honeymoon suite. Abby giggled and set the empty champagne flute on the table next to the bed.
“So are you....” she said. He chuckled and nodded. His hand reached up to the back of her neck and he drew her closer for a kiss. She felt so good. She was sweet. She was sassy. She was a hot little number in bed. He’d found that out not long after their first date. And she had a way of getting under his skin. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. They were good together. For now.