The Lonely Widow (Completed) (Editing)

Chapter 6

        The days leading up to the funeral went painfully slow for Daisy. All she wanted to do was curl up in bed and sleep the days away until she had to leave again. However, Luke wasn’t allowing that. He’d managed to persuade the Army to not take any legal action against Daisy and in return she had to promise him that she wouldn’t spend her days lazing around and she had to get out of the house more. It had been a struggle, but she’d just managed it and with Luke’s help, it was getting easier day by day.

        Today, it was Tuesday and it felt like everything she’d managed to do in the last week had left her, and when her alarm clock went off, she didn’t want to open her eyes to let the light in. Without having to look at the clock, she knew it was 7am and Luke would be banging on her door soon if she didn’t get out of bed. Reluctantly opening her eyes and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she ran the heel of her hand over her face, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

        Groaning, she stood up from the bed and grabbed her clothes and a towel from her dressing table that she’d left there the previous night and opened the door just as there was a bang on the other side. Luke smiled at her, glad that she was up before him for a change. He looked her over to make sure she was okay and upon realisation that she was, took a step backwards to let her past to the bathroom. When she didn’t immediately move from the doorway, he looked again and noticed the tears streaming down her face.

        “Today…” she trailed off, not quite sure she was able to continue the thoughts in her head. Luke would just sigh and tell her again that everything would be okay, as usual. ‘A bloody stuck record’ she thought to herself. So she wiped the traitorous tears from her eyes and walked past him to the bathroom and shut the door behind her.

        Half an hour later, she was dressed and ready to put her make-up on and do her hair. Upon opening the bathroom door and letting the steam from the shower out, it took her a moment to realise that Luke was still stood there waiting for her. He was leant against the door, changed out of his pyjamas and into his suit.

        Luke watched her open the door and step out of the bathroom before she noticed him. She was wearing a black dress, which came down past her knees. Her face was still read from the heat of the shower... or maybe she’d been crying again, he couldn’t tell. “Are you okay?” He asked her, worried about the tears he’d seen earlier.

        “Not really.” She replied, “It’s my husband’s funeral today, would you be okay?”

        Luke sniggered and replied, “I wouldn’t have a husband…”

        Daisy huffed and stormed down the hallway towards her bedroom, slamming her shoulder into his as she bounded past.

        He held his hands out in surrender. “Oh, Daisy, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that, it was a joke. Honestly come on!” The door slammed in his face, whacking his nose in the process. “Ow, Daise, that wasn’t fair!”

        “Tsk tsk” Lindsay appeared at the top of the stairs sniggering to herself. “What did you do this time? Ooh, you’ll have a black eye there, Luke.”

        “I made a joke” he huffed, rubbing his nose. “Remind me not to next time.”

        “Let me guess, it was about Brandon?” she asked, suspiciously.

        He glared at her. “Not necessarily. I made a general joke about husbands, that was all.” He told her, turning and making his way down the stairs where Joe and Sarah were making the sandwiches for after the funeral.

        Joe saw Luke’s face and laughed. “I heard the door slam. What did you do to her this time?”

        “Don’t laugh at me.” Luke scowled and Sarah’s head snapped up to look at him.