Something Worth Fighting For

Something Worth Fighting For Chapter 22

Copyright © 2011 preciious-diamondz

Chapter 22

Marian woke up and rolled over, expecting to see Lachlan either sleeping soundly (he was a pretty heavy sleeper) or to see him staring at her.

She saw neither – just a note left on his pillow.

Marian carefully reached over and grabbed it, opening it slowly.

Dear Marian,

I’ve gone out for a while to sort out a few matters, so hopefully you won’t be too lonely while I’m away.

Breakfast is on your side table and you are free to explore around the house and gardens – as long as you are back by my side as soon as I get home.

Love you

She scrunched the note up and tossed it aside, looking over at her bedside table.

She picked up the plate of small pancakes and sniffed it suspiciously.

“If this has any kind of foreign substance in it, I’ll kill him once I wake up from it,” she muttered, putting a bite-sized piece in her mouth.

Marian savoured the mouthful of deliciousness and couldn’t taste anything wrong with it.

She quickly took in another mouthful; loving the tasty of warm pancakes with maple syrup.

She heard a faint tapping at the door and hoped Lachlan wasn’t back early

“He wouldn’t have knocked if it were him,” she muttered.

There was another knock, this time a little louder.

“Come in!” she called.

Lucas opened the door and stuck his head in.

“I need help,” he whispered, walking in and shutting the door behind him.

“With what?” questioned Marian.

 “The tattoo,” he said, holding out the paint pen she had used the first time. “It’s fading.”

Marian took in one more mouthful of pancake before taking the paint pen out of Lucas’ hand.

“Hey are those any good?” asked Lucas, taking the plate of pancakes and sitting on the side of the bed.

He took a bite and moaned.

“These are amazing,” he mumbled.

“They’re mine,” said Marian, rolling up Lucas’ sleeve.

“Can I finish them up for you please? We don’t get food even half as good as this.”

Marian huffed.

“Fine, just hold still will you. If I make a mistake it’s your fault.”

“Chill Marian,” laughed Lucas.

“Stop laughing,” she said, slapping him.

“Okay okay – I’m completely still now.”

“Good,” muttered Marian, getting her concentration face on and carefully tracing the faded outline for the fake tattoo.

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Lachlan walked into an adult shop, smiling like a little kid in an ice-cream parlour.

He walked up to one of the shop assistants and asked, “Where do you keep your designer collection?”

The shop assistant looked at him, as if studying him to see whether he could even afford it.