Blurry

Blurry
Chapter 3

Can you take it all away
Can you take it all away
When you shoved it in my face
This pain you gave to me
Can you take it all away
Can you take it all away
When you shoved it in my face
Blurry ~~Puddle of Mudd

Lachlan shifted uncomfortably in the hard plastic seats of the obstetrician waiting room. He moved his hips around a few times before raising his leg as if to throw it carelessly across the empty seats besides him. It was quickly yanked down by an irritated Margot.
“Stop fidgeting.” She told him. Lachlan ignored her and began shifting some more, moving his legs around.
“Stop fidgeting.” She told him again, her fingers gripping the outdated magazine tightly.
“I ain’t fidgetin’ I’m just lazin’ about.” He drawled.
“Lachlan, this is not the southern part of the United States and you are not a hillbilly.” She told him.
“Isn’t awfully prejudicial that you just assumed that I was being a southerner?”
“No. Now, shut up and stop fidgeting.” She ordered, turning back to her magazine.
“That’s a little rude. Not as rude as these chairs but still.”
“How are the chairs rude?” Margot asked curiously, knowing instantly that she should have let it be.
“Their uncomfortable. For all the money we pay the idiots to tell us what we already know they should be able to afford some good god damn chairs.”
“Lachlan, all the money they make goes to making sure that they have good working equipment. You know, stuff that goes towards making sure they know everything about our baby and to make sure it’s healthy.” She explained.
“Screw the baby my ass is killing me.” Margot rolled up her magazine and was about to hit Lachlan with it when she heard her name being called.
“Marguerite Fontainne.” Margot looked up at the obstetrician.
“Come on Lachlan.” She stood.
“Marguerite? I thought it was Margot.” Lachlan stood slowly, a lazy smile spreading across his face
“Nickname.” She said brusquely, placing the magazine on the coffee table as she passed it. Lachlan followed at a more relaxed pace, whistling as he moved.
“Welcome.” They sat in the office of their obstetrician and Lachlan instantly sighed in relief. Doctor Sylvia delicately raised an eyebrow at him.
“My butt thanks you for this wonderful reprise from those iron maidens outside.” He told her, his face completely straight.
“Okay, so update me on what’s been happening so far.” The doctor began, deciding to completely ignore Lachlan for as long as possible.
“Well, I don’t like this at all.” He complained, sinking in the padded seat.

~*~*~*~

“Well that was a waste of time.” Lachlan said as he walked her to the shop where she was store manager.
“Well maybe if you had protected yourself we wouldn’t have to waste our time.” She snapped back as she walked slowly, an ache forming at the base of her skull.
“I didn’t have any, and ‘sides I figured all the water would wash it away.” Lachlan told her as he slipped a stick of bubblegum into his mouth.
“No thanks. And why are you walking me to walk anyway?” She said as she kneaded at the knot forming in her neck. Lachlan unwrapped the stick of bubblegum he had offered her and bit into it.
“I don’t know, I just know that I shouldn’t let you walk alone.”
“Why not?” She pressed.
“Just a felling I get.” Lachlan shrugged his shoulders indifferently.
“Oh no.” She said quietly, stopping in her tracks. Lachlan stopped next to her.
“What?” he whispered automatically clutching her arm, tightly, sliding a little behind her like a frightened child.
“My parents. I’ve been giving them reasons why you can’t meet.” She whispered back.
“Oh.” Lachlan brightened and stood next to her, smiling brightly.
“Marguerite!” Margot smiled and waved as her mother dragged her father over.
“Maybe I should shave my head.” Lachlan whispered as her father stubbornly refused to move. Margot tried not giggle at the mental image he had provoked.
“Dye it pink possibly.” Margot giggled, “Prance around in a pretty pink tutu singing the entire musical score of the Sound of Music.” When Margot’s parents finally arrived within hearing distance, Lachlan was smiling, his lips turned up in a graceful, charming grin. Margot was clutching his arm laughing hysterically.
“Marguerite.” Her mother acknowledged politely, “And you must be Lachlan?”
“Yes, I am. Lachlan Murchinson, pleasure to meet you.” Lachlan shook Katherine Fontainne’s hand, a warm, welcoming expression on his face.
“Sir?” Arthur Fontainne ignored Lachlan’s outstretched hand and turned to his daughter.
“Margot.” Arthur hugged his daughter close as she spoke directly into his chest.
“Pardon?” He said to her, holding her at an arm’s length away.
“Daddy, be nice and shake Lachlan’s hand.” Arthur sighed and turned to the father of his grandchild. He frowned and shook his hand, neither speaking. He tightened his hand threateningly hearing the boys bones crack beneath his grip.
“That’s some grip you got there Mr. Fontainne.” Lachlan said, a cheeky, playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Will you be coming to dinner on Wednesday?” Katherine asked as she brushed some hair out of her daughters face. Lachlan felt Margot stiffen.
“I’m sorry ma’am but we can’t. We have plans.” Lachlan said apologetically, maintaining his façade of them being a perfectly happy, normal couple who, after dating for a while were expecting a baby.
“What kind of plans?” Arthur growled, his eyes settling on his daughter.
“Looking at the house of course.” Lachlan said, feigning surprise.
“What house?” Arthur asked suspiciously.
“My house. Didn’t you tell them?” Lachlan turned to Margot.
“I didn’t get the chance.” She said, trying to look shy.
“You have a house?”

~*~*~*~

“Is it true?” Margot demanded as she shut the door to her office behind Lachlan.
“What?” He asked, clearly perplexed as she impatiently tapped her foot at him.
“That you have a house.”
“Yes. And we can go look at it. If you like.” Lachlan stepped away from her as she glared at him.
“Do I have a choice? I mean, you just blurted it out to my parents that we were going to.”
“We’ll take a look at it and if you don’t like it then we can find an alternative.”
Margot pursed her lips as she thought.
“Okay.” She finally answered.
“Good now do I have to back out slowly or are you going to whip out a letter opener and stab me?”
“Fuck off Lachlan.”