Loving Obsidian

Ch. 4 - Lyanna

A/N: Happy Friday! Sorry I am not being very consistent in posting. I was away on vacation and then had a TON of work to catch up on. Things are just very busy as of late. I am going to be honest I don't see where things are going to get any less busy for the foreseeable future, so I will probably only get one chapter posted a week. 

The next chapter will be where we meet Lyanna's mate.. Who do you hope it is?

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Walking up to the back door of my childhood home left me feeling... hollow. The house held an emptiness, like it yearned for my mother's presence to once again grace it's halls. Or perhaps it was looking for the liveliness of the children we once were. No matter how hard my father tried, this place just did not hold the same warmth to it that it had. But then again, I maybe it was just me that felt this way. No one else seemed to feel the way I did and if they did, they did not let it show.

As I looked through the glass, I could see Callen chatting happily away to Abel who was watching some TV show in the living room. Emma was working in the kitchen alongside my father as they pulled what was bound to be a delicious dinner together. The longer I watched them the more I felt like a voyeur, an outsider looking in, someone trying to make this moment, their moment, mine.

Even though my father had personally requested that I be here, I knew that once I stepped into the house the cheery atmosphere would dissipate. Yes, everyone would be happy to see me, but there was always an underlying tone to everything that they said or asked. These may be the people I loved and cherished most in the world, but they also knew the true depths of my brokenness, so they always handled me with kid gloves. It was something I could not stand and one of the many reasons that I stayed away.

I almost chickened out, leaving before they knew I was there, but luck was not on my side. Before I could decide if I was going to leave or stay Callen turned his eyes locking onto mine. I gave him a weak half smile, it took a second for it to fully register to him that I was standing there, but just a second because the next thing I knew he was pulling the door open and I was wrapped in my brothers arms.

"LEE!" He squeezed. "Where the hell have you been? We have all been worried about you! " I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing him back.

"Can't breathe." I finally choked out.

"Oh, sorry Lee." He said with a light laugh, releasing me and taking a step back. By now everyone else was aware that I was here, Emma and my father had looks of happiness and concern, while Abel his face went from carefree to irritated.

"Where the hell were you?" Callen asked again, finally moving enough so I could take a step into the house, my shoes making contact with the honey colored hard wood floor of the dining area.

"Hey Dad." I said, feeling a bit awkward, social interaction hasn't really been my thing lately. Well unless you counted the conversations I had had with a few rogues, which I did not.

He walked over and pulled me into a hug, which I gladly returned, the awkwardness fading away as I stood encased in his protective hands. "Hi baby girl. I have missed you. " He pulled back slightly, just enough to kiss my forehead.

"I missed you too." I said looking up at him, his brown eyes showing relief in seeing me, but also swirling with sadness. I could tell that he was still beating himself up over things that really were not his fault. I knew deep down he blamed himself for everything that had happened to me over the years.

Abel stood off in the corner, Emma standing beside him. I could see Emma silently trying to prod him over to say hello to me, but his body was tense, and his face was almost unreadable. Almost. I knew him too well, so I could easily tell that he was beyond furious with me, but why I was not sure.