Peace by Piece-Rucas

Peace by Piece One Shot. Happy Birthday Lucas!

A/N: I'm going to be doing these one shots in first person. Hope you don't mind ;)

"Emily. Sit still." 

I notice the small pout on her lips, but continue to ignore it while I fishtail braid her hair. It's gotten so long and she refuses to cut it. Apparently, a little girl and her have a competition in daycare, 'whose hair is the longest', the rules are very simple, the girl with the longest hair by Halloween gets the others candy from the class party.

What are we doing tonight? It's my husband's birthday and we're having a big party - unannounced to him - at our place. "Mommy, it hurts."

"Oh shush, it does not." I even roll my eyes for extra dramatic effect... and I wonder where she gets her attitude from. But honestly, there's no reason for a braid to hurt her. "Alright, Em. Go put on your outfit that I put on your bed. Make sure you wear the jacket over it." 

Nodding, and without argument she's hopping off the bathroom counter and sauntering into her bedroom. She and Lucas spent an entire weekend painting her room, the way she wants it. One wall is hot pink and the others are a light pastel pink, honestly, it doesn't look bad - the color scheme, obviously it wouldn't look bad with the perfectionist, AKA Lucas painting it. He's been such a handyman since we got married, true to his word he ended up building me a kitchen outside. 

We've been married for slightly over a year now, and I can honestly say I love him more and more everyday. Not to say that I don't want to strangle him a good portion of the time, but I fall in love with him all over again, quite often. 

Sauntering out of the bathroom, I begin dictating where food should be placed. My mother and Lucas' are decorating while Maya is sitting on her butt drinking wine... lazy - "Riley."

"Yes, Maya." I reply with a smile while knocking down the air conditioner, it is so hot. 

"You should be ready." 

Frowning, I glance down and true to her word, I am still in my jeans and tee shirt. I completely forgot I had to get myself ready. "Alright -" The doorbell ringing cuts me off, and that makes me let out a small shriek.

"Riley honey, go, I'll entertain our guests." Mrs. Friar grins from ear to ear and shoos me off into our room. Can't say that things weren't awkward when she finally accepted me, I was still a little callous at her actions, but we kind of just meshed together. As if it was always supposed to be this way, like she was supposed to be my mother in law and I was supposed to marry her son... fate, what can I say?

30 minutes later, my hair is pinned up, teased and the bottom half is in a fishtail braid to match Emily's. My dark skinny jeans are cuffed so you can see my strappy heels, they are adorable, and hurt. I'll be wanting to cut off my feet by the end of the night but that's okay, beauty is pain. Deciding to tuck in my white Johnny Cash shirt in the front to accent my waist, I slide on my leather jacket on top and smile from ear to ear. "Not to shabby Riles." 

"RILEY! HE'S HERE!"

GMWGMWGMWGMWGMWGMW

Lucas' Point of View.

Why in the hell are there so many cars in my yard?

Lord only knows, I love my wife, more than anything else in this world but I've learned she is pretty impulsive and loves to have impromptu parties. Not really parties but family gatherings and barbecues. I've gotten a lot closer to my family since I married her. Sighing, I jump out of the truck and saunter inside. Chuckling lightly when I hear lots of shushing, I open the door. What do I see? Emily with her hands on her hip and glaring at everyone who is laughing at her, "My daddy is here! SHUSH!"