I Wani Spend My Life With That Gator.

Chapter 32- I Wani Support You

April 25th 201M B.C. 2028 (late afternoon)

It's been almost seven years since Lucy lost herself-seven years of remembering her past and trying to forget it. She tried so hard to forget it-her past self, her phase, as she would call it now. She was at an all-time low then, always lying in bed back in her room during senior year, always wondering who she was and what her destiny was.

Things didn't turn out exactly as she wanted. She wanted to be a rock star once upon a time and tour the world with her band while spreading the music that she wrote from the heart. That was a dream that derailed in the end, unfortunately; a pain prick formed in her heart when she remembered being taken into the auditorium of Volcano High and remembered hearing Trish trying to get her back.

Everything broke then and there. She lost everything she cared about; her dreams went down the drain; she lost her best friends; she barely made it out of high school; she stopped playing music for a brief time; and she lost her ability to be alone. Not many people know this, not like she'd want them to know, but she was really dependent on Anon. He was a great husband, an amazing husband that she could rely on and count on when things got rough mentally for her, which happened a lot, sadly.

She kept those times away from people she cared about. She would often cry into Anon and hit herself when she did things she didn't mean to do; she was a mess, and her family knew it. Her mother and father tried so many ways to cheer up the feathered ptero, but it always ended in the gutter when they tried.

Anon was happy she did return to music, somewhat? When they had a reunion together, she used to volunteer for catechism classes; it was a shock to the human to see her doing this, but he guesses people deal with stuff in their way. He didn't judge; she needed an outlet, and this was it. She never knew she was born to do this. She loved working with children and teaching them about their Lord and Savior, Raptor Jesus.

Anon knew the old Fang would have had a say about this, but... she was gone, somewhat. She was still in there; he still saw a bit of her within the fragile and timid broken woman trying to escape and do her thing. Every time she tried, she would break down and end what she was trying to accomplish on her own. Anon would usually come in and console his downtrodden wife, always rubbing her back and letting her know how proud he was of her for trying.

Several months after they got married, they eventually adopted a son. The adorable little rosy-cheeked blonde boy was welcomed with open arms. He was so very young at the time; he had grown so much since they adopted him. Lucy wanted a child before they planned on adopting little Alex. Anon didn't know that they could actually reproduce together, so it came as a shock to hear that she was pregnant years after they had adopted Alex, and it was almost a funeral for the human when Lucy's father found out.

He didn't know why the beefy ptero was so against him when they came out and announced Lucy was pregnant. The ptero knew that he was boning his daughter, so what gives? He definitely wasn't going to say that out loud because he wanted to keep his dick attached to his groin.

Anon could always tell things weren't right with Lucy. He has known Lucy for a long time now, especially since she was Fang all those years ago. He had front-row seats to her problems that she expressed to him. He always tried to be a caring, loving husband. He was excited and happy-so damn happy to hear that Lucy had gotten back into music. He was so happy to hear that she was playing for the church, playing beautiful rhythmic notes and holiday songs for the church and the kids whenever holidays rolled around in the house of God.

He felt he had gotten his old girlfriend back. A part of her was lost; she had only touched a piano since, and that was all. It hurt to discover that Lucy had sold her old, gorgeous white and pink electric guitar and her beautiful, sleek bass. They were one of a kind; they were Fang's blood and soul. And Lucy had given them up.