Chapter 97
Lucky looked around for a minute, then grabbed Liz’s arm and stood up, practically yanking her out of her chair.
“Lucky, what are you doing?” she asked, staggering to keep from falling as he hurried to the door with her.
“We can’t discuss this here, there’s too many people. I’ll just tell someone you’re sick, and we’ll go back to the hotel.”
She planted her feet, forcing him to stop. “Don’t be silly. This can wait a few hours. Anyway, what are we going to discuss? Nothing’s certain, like you said, it’s only been a little over a week. It’s probably nothing.”
He could see by the look in her eyes that she wasn’t buying her own words. “Elizabeth, if we stay, can you honestly say you’ll be able to enjoy yourself? Or will you be thinking about this the whole time?”
She started to argue, then sighed. “Fine, you win. We’ll go.” She threw a glance over her shoulder at the crowd, wondering if it was the last time she’d be at something like that. She was going back to Port Charles the next day, and then getting the divorice, so she wouldn’t be rubbing shoulders with the rich and famous anymore. As much as she hated to admit it, she was going to miss that.
Lucky spotted someone he knew and pulled Liz over to them. “Bruce!” he called out, grabbing the man’s attention. He turned around and waved.
Liz gasped when she recognized him. “You know Bruce Springsteen?”
“Yeah, I toured with him once.”
“What, have you toured with everyone?” she asked sarcastically, following him over to the man.
“No, not quite. Just try to look sick, okay?” He waved Bruce over again. “Hey man, if anyone asks about me, tell them my wife wasn’t feeling well and we had to head out early?”
“No problem.” He looked over at Liz and smiled. “I hope you feel better.”
“Thanks,” she choked out, too overwhelmed to say anything else. Her nervousness worked for her, because it made her look believably ill. Lucky slapped him on the back and slid his arm around Liz’s waist before heading out of the building. They dodged some more paparazzi and found his limousine.
“We need to get back to the hotel,” he said to the driver, helping Liz into the car. Once they were inside and moving, he sighed and turned to look at her.
“How are you feeling, really?”
“Fine. I mean, I’m not sick or anything. Just a little freaked.” She looked out the window, absently wringing her hands in her lap. Lucky saw and reached over to grab one of them. She turned back to him in surprise, but he just smiled softly and squeezed it, tyring to comfort her a little.
The drive to the hotel was short, so within minutes they were there. They didn’t say anything to each other until they were safely inside the room. Once they were, Liz flopped down on the bed and covered her face with her hands, letting out a frustrated groan.
“Why does this have to happen? Every time we have this thing figured out, something happens!”
Lucky sat down on teh bed next to her. “Just try not to jump to conclusions yet. It might be nothing. Remember, we’re not even positive we even did anything that night.”
She gasped and sat up, a look of total horror on her face. “Oh my God! If I’m.... then that means...”
“That we made love?” he asked. “I thought we were already pretty sure we did? I mean, of course there’s always the possibility that we didn’t, but I thought we had decided that it happened. That’s why we’re getting the divorce and not an annullment.”
“I know, but before I kept telling myself that deep down I would know if we had, and that since I didn’t feel like it had happened, we didn’t.”
Lucky frowned, not grasping what she said.
“Look, this is going to sound pathetic, I’m sure, but if we had really slept together that night, then...” she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “It would have been my first time.”
He stared at her for a moment, at a loss for words. “You mean you’ve never....?”
“Nope.”
“What about Jason?”
“I told you, we never went that far. We agreed to wait.” she fell back onto the bed and let out a long sigh, feeling ridiculous for just telling Lucky such a private thing.
“What about that guy Chad?” he asked, a look of distaste on his face.
“We just dated a little, it never got that serious.”
“So, you’re saying you’ve never, ever..?”
Liz lifted her head to look at him and laughed. “Not that I can remember, anyway!”
“Which means, unless you have a secret habit of getting sloshed and running off to Vegas, I....?”
“Yeah, you were my first. Well, might have been, since we’re still not clear on the events of that night. But, judging by the wedding video, our state of undress the next morning, and this newest development, I’d say the chances are pretty good that I lost my virginity that night. Funny, everyone always says that’s one of the most memorable experiences of a girl’s life.”
He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “We were too drunk to remember anything.”
“Or maybe you just weren’t any good,” she teased, deciding to joke about the situation instead of letting it eat at her.
Lucky frowned at her. “I’ll have you know that I’m very....um, I mean, I think...never mind.” He looked away, blushing.
“What? Are you trying to tell me you’re good? Please, I don’t need to hear about all of the rave reviews you’ve gotten!”
“Don’t worry, you won’t. I’m not like that.”
“Not like what?” she asked, looking over at him again. He sighed and lifted his head to meet her eyes.
“I don’t sleep with every woman I meet. I’ve hardly slept with anyone, actually.”
“You’re kidding! I figured...”
He nodded, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, big rock star, sleeps with all the groupies. I’m sure that’s what you hear all the time, but we’re not all like that.”
“Okay, fine, so you don’t sleep around.” She puased, chewing on her lower lip. “So how many are we talking?”
“Excuse me?” he asked, shocked by the question. “We aren’t talking, not about that!”
“Oh, come on, I’m your wife, don’t you think it’s my right to know?” she asked, loving that she was making him uncomfortable. She rolled onto her stomach and looked up at him, grinning devilishly.
“Well, you won’t be for long, not once Alexis finishes those papers!” he shot back.
“Fine, I’ll just say I dumped you because you were too promiscuous. What will that do to your little reputation?” She smirked at him, waiting for his comeback.
“You do and I’ll say you were frigid!”
“Frigid? I am not!” she shouted, pusing herself up onto her knees to be eye-level with him.
“Well, you’re 22 and you’ve never, well, up until last week you never had sex.”
“What’s that got to do with being frigid? Hugh Hefner didn’t lose his virginity until his early 20s, either!”
He laughed, shaking his head. “How in the world do you know that?”
“I read,” she responded with a smug smile.
“What? Playboy?”
She shrugged, leaning back on her hands. “It’s got some good articles.”
Lucky was flustered by her response, having expected her to get defensive about it. She laughed, seeing that she finally got him. “Didn’t expect that, did ya?”
“You’re joking, you don’t read Playboy,” he shot back, refusing to believe it.
“Okay, so maybe I don’t, but you have to admit, I got you good for a minute. You were totally picturing me reading it, weren’t you?”
He shook his head, trying to get that image out. “No, I was just surprised. Look, how did we get so far off the subject here?”
“What was the subject again?” she asked, disappointed that her tormenting of him would have to end.
“Your being late,” he reminded her, turning serious again.
“Oh, right. That. What else is there to talk about?” She laid back down and folded her hands on her stomach, looking up at him.
“Well, if it turns out that you’re pregnant, what are we going to do?” he asked, stretching out next to her on his stomach. He had no clue what they would do, but he knew that if it ended up being true, it was going to change everything for them.
