With Someone New

A.N. I hope you like this. Oh My God the second chapter for this story in the same day. Who am I and what have I done with the real me? I was thinking that while you guys love my stories that I should get ideas from you guys. When you review you can put a review down if you want me to make a story based on it. You don't have to but I would like it. Enjoy.

Edmund's POV

Lucy closed her eyes and went to sleep. I lifted my hand from her back and touched her cheek. Her skin seemed unusually warm, her cheeks were a rose colour and her face was pale. She must have caught a cold or flu from helping me out of the rain. My fingertips ran across her cheek once more before running downstairs into the bathroom which was easy to find. I found some tablets for her to take. I grabbed a glass and filled it with water and then walked back upstairs and put the tablets and water on Lucy's bedside table. I pulled out the photo of Blake and placed inside a plastic slip and put it in the empty drawer.

I was thinking about the court date, the murder of my wife that murdered my son. I wasn't charged because it wasn't my fault but her fault. I wouldn't ever say her name, no never; it was painful enough to think about my son, his beautiful laugh, and the way he would say daddy to get my attention and even his cry when he woke up.

Lucy stirred and laid her head on my chest and wrapped her arms around my waist. I held her close and looked at her beautiful face while she was sleeping. She was smiling, the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. If I had of know her four years ago I would have made her mind in a second within meeting her. But this relationship was going too fast like with the woman I married. I grew worried that I may lose Lucy if I don't marry her soon, but I shouldn't have been.

I saw the moon shine through the curtain and reflect off Lucy's skin. I slid out of her grasp and walked out of the room closing the door behind me. Leaning down I reached down and grabbed the TV remote. After flicking through the shows and seeing that nothing good was on I turned it on and lied down on the couch. My stitches still were sore but not excruciating and at least I could get up and down without being hunched over.

Morning arose only as if it was seconds later but I knew I got to sleep as soon as my head hit the arm of the couch. I walked into Lucy's bedroom and saw her still peacefully asleep. I lied down next to her before she woke up. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me.

"Good morning, Edmund. How did you sleep?" She got up leaning on her arm.

"I slept nicely. Thank you." I did the funniest thing I have in the last few days and kissed Lucy's cheek. She began blush bright red. I realised why her cheeks were redder than normal was because she wasn't looking too well. I reached over to her bedside table and grabbed the tablets and glass of water. I handed them to Lucy and she swallowed the tablets with the water.

"How did you know I wasn't feeling well?" She coughed once and then I helped her lay back down.

"You looked like you were getting sick last night. It's probably just the cold or flu, nothing to worry about." I felt her cheek and it was still really warm. "Just get some rest. You really need it. Drink some water too." I lied down next to her just looking at her.