Trying Not To Love You

Part Eighty

Chapter Eighty

A/N This is part one of a two parter of them finally trying to work things out really, will upload the next one later.

Ethan was asleep by seven that night, so Martha joined Lucy in front on the TV.

                “Not going out tonight?”

Lucy shook her head, “I’m tired, feel like a night in. Why don’t you go out? Go see how that boy’s doing in the pub?”

Martha smirked, “what are you planning Aunt Lucy?”

The older woman smiled, “nothing, just know that without guidance he makes the wrong decisions.”

                “He’s a big boy.”

Lucy nodded, “he is, but he’s on unchartered territory, don’t you let ‘doing the right thing’ destroy what could be the best thing to happen to you, like he did. Go see him.”

                “Not tonight, my feet haven’t touched the ground since I came back from Tenerife. I need to relax, plus I gave him food for thought last night. Will you come to Northbury with me tomorrow? We need so much more to get this place liveable.”

Lucy nodded, then watched as her niece made her way towards her bed, “Martha...just remember he isn’t used to thinking of anyone but himself. He’s had a lifetime to learn to put himself first. He has been different since you’ve been away I promise.”

Martha smiled at the Sonny fan club, “you’ve changed Aunt Lucy, you’ve REALLY changed!”

The following day was hugely successful, what they didn’t have they bought and Martha ignored her groaning credit card. She’d deal with the debt when she had to. By the time Ethan came home they had unpacked everything, the rooms had framed photos, soft furnishings and splashes of colour.

                “It’s starting to look like a home now Lucy, what you reckon?”

Lucy nodded, “you’re right, but I felt at home here when the paint was still wet and everything stank!”

They sat down to dinner the three of them and Martha finally relaxed. She had to find a job, that wasn’t an easy ask, but she wasn’t scared of hard work. And she’d relish any challenge that she took on.

But that was for tomorrow. Now their home was sorted, she was moving on to the second part of her agenda.
Sonny Carter.

Martha was still tired, she’d worked like a Trojan the last few days, but she knew that Lucy was right; she had to sort things out, once and for all. When she’d left, she’d honestly thought she’d walk away, never see him again. But there was something that Jack said to her that struck home, Sonny Carter was the only man she’d looked at in five years, the only man she’d given the time of day to. She’d ultimately given him more than that, but it meant something, and as the days passed, she found she couldn’t imagine life without him.

He was guilty of several things, that much was obvious, but it had all started with his ridiculously misguided and misdirected attempts to make things right for her, as that part of the story came to light, she knew that was the truth. The rest...his ‘dalliances’, she wasn’t sure whether it was any better that he seemed to concentrate on one woman, or whether his old ways of no place twice would have been easier to deal with.