Blurry

Blurry
Chapter 5

You could be my someone
You could be my scene
You know that I will save you
From all of the unclean
I wonder what your doing
I wonder where you are
There’s oceans in between us
But that’s not very far
Blurry~~Puddle of Mudd

Margot tugged on the hem of her modest summer dress, a delicate shawl draped around her shoulders, struggling to keep her breathing even. She felt her lungs constrict painfully and she drew a deep breath.
“You okay love?” Lachlan asked as he watched her out of the corner of his eyes, his hands resting on the steering wheel of the car as he drove.
“Asthma attack.” She answered, pulling the glove box open, looking for her puffer. She grasped at it, her fingers curling around the ugly grey tubing. She struggle to keep her fingers from trembling as she pressed the button twice, releasing her vital medicine.
“You better?” Lachlan asked a little later. Margot nodded, slipping her puffer into her purse, her hands still shaking.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” She asked, her fingers once again fiddling with the hem of her dress.
“Well, I have to meet them eventually just like how you’re going to have to meet my parents.”
“But it’s not just my parents. It’s my big brother and my hypersexual sister and my nine year old sister.”
“I never had any siblings.” Lachlan murmured thoughtfully.
“Go right, then left, left again and right, its number 32. You were lucky.”
“So right, two lefts, right, number 32? Why am I lucky?”
“Yep. You’re lucky because you don’t have an obscenely gay older brother, you don’t have a high-strung stripper for a sister. You don’t have an annoying nine year old who thinks she’s bigger and better than me. You. Are. Lucky.”
“I came home early from school one day to find my parents going for it on the dining room table. Does that count?”
“The table?” Margot gasped, horrified.
“Yeah. I scrubbed it constantly after that.”
“I’m not going to be able to look at your parents.”
“We have a new table now. This it?” Margot nodded and Lachlan pulled into the driveway. They slid out of the car and Margot took Lachlan’s hand, leading up the path to the front door. She pressed the door bell as they linked arms, his fingers wrapped around her own, trembling ones.
“Margot!” The door was flung open and Margot smiled weakly at her older brother.
“Parker.” She said with only a fraction of her brother’s enthusiasm.
“Come in.” They pair stepped in and Margot hugged her brother, her arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close and tight.
“Oh dearie, it’ll be fine. Everything will be okay.” Parker murmured soothingly, rubbing her lower back comfortingly.
“No it won’t.” Margot said, taking in a deep breath, as she fought down a hysterical sob that was creeping up her throat.
“It will. Mum’s had about three glasses of wine and Dad looks a bit emo. It’s funny. Think of the humour and you’ll be okay.” They parted, nervous tears running down her cheeks as Parker gently patted her small baby bulge.
“Here honey.” Lachlan passed her a small, soft handkerchief.
“That’s cute. He has a hankie.” Parker said, his hand still on her stomach.
“Habit. My mother always made me carry one.” Lachlan shrugged as Margot dabbed at her teary eyes.
“Lachlan.” Lachlan politely offered his hand for Parker to shake.
“Parker. Pleasure to meet you.” Parker took his hand, smiling shyly as he shook it.
“Daddy?” Margot called, wandering into the living room. She stopped watching her father as he sat in his big, black chair, pouting.
“Dad.” Margot said as Lachlan and Parker entered, watching her father swing his glass around, the whiskey crashing against the delicate crystal.
“Evening sir. It’s a pleasure to see you again.” Lachlan firmly planted himself in front of her father, his hand outstretched.
“Can’t say I return the favour.” Her father answered, ignoring the hand offered to him.
“Why hello.” Margot covered her eyes as her mother breezed into the room.
“Good evening.” Lachlan answered pleasantly, gently grasping her mother’s hand.
“I’m so glad you finally came over.”
“It’s a pleasure to see you again. Thank you for inviting me over.”
“Ma, is this picture new?” Margot asked horrified as she pointed the framed picture of her as a toddler in the bathtub.
“Yes. I though Lachlan would like to know what you looked like as baby.” Her mother answered smiling fondly. Lachlan turned to look at the photo.
“You were a red head.” He stated.
“The reddest.” Margot covered her eyes as Parker patted her now blonde hair.
“She grew out of it of course, her mother answered trying to explain. Margot was about to tell her to be quiet when the door bell rang and Margot heard her youngest sister yell that she was getting it before seeing a blur of pink velvet and strawberry blond hair whizzing past the entrance into the living room.
“Devon!”
“Celeste!”
Her two younger sisters entered the living room, chattering aimlessly.
“Fuck, Margot, is this him?” Devon dragged her eyes over Lachlan’s form appreciatively.
“Language.” Her mother scolded.
“What, he’s like the hottest piece of ass that Margot’s ever gotten.”
“Leave my piece of ass alone.” Margot declared, rolling her eyes.
“He does actually have a nice arse.” Parker declared, placing a hand on Lachlan’s butt.
“That’s it if Parker can cop a feel, so can I.” Devon sauntered over and placed her hand on Lachlan’s other butt cheek. Margot watched as Lachlan tried to hide his horror as her siblings openly groped him.
“Leave him alone.” Her father said quietly.
Dinner was going to be swell.


“So what do you do for a living?” Margot’s father demanded as he watched Lachlan cut his meat up.
“I work part time at a coffee shop.” He answered, carefully cutting up his steak while Margot poked at her own.
“What do you do the rest of the time?”
“University by correspondence.” Lachlan answered, calmly.
“I don’t want steak.” Celeste declared, pushing her plate away. Lachlan was sandwiched between Margot and Celeste and he turned to look at her youngest sister.
“What are you going to eat if you don’t steak?” He asked before eating a piece of his steak.
“Anything that wasn’t a living, breathing creature.” Celeste answered. Lachlan finished chewing his steak, carefully avoiding both Parker and Devon as they tried to catch his attention.
“That isn’t fair. The cow’s already dead and you refusing to eat meat means that the cow died in vain. Don’t let it’s sacrifice be for nothing, instead appreciate the fact that it died in order for your nourishment.” Lachlan said while her family looked on. Devon watched with interest as Celeste pulled the plate back.
“I can’t cut it.” Celeste said as she poked it with a fork.
”Would like me to do it?” Lachlan offered and Celeste pushed her plate towards him, mumbling a please.
“Please explain why Celeste got to sit next to Margot’s man candy?” Devon demanded while Parker nodded in agreement.
“Because you two would have tried to molest him.” Their father answered as he watched Lachlan cut Celeste’s steak up.
“Did you want them smaller?” He asked.
“Yes please.” Celeste answered.
“There you go.” Lachlan passed her plate back.
“Thank you.” Celeste replied as she began eating her food.
Lachlan returned to his food and Margot smiled at him. He caught her smile in the corner of his eye and turned slightly, smiling back. She felt him squeeze her thigh comfortingly and she turned back to her food. So far so good.


“I shouldn’t have eaten steak.” Margot moaned as she rested her head on Lachlan’s thigh, spreading out across the couch.
“Why?” He asked, his fingers threading through her hair to massage her scalp.
“I feel like vomiting.” She said, moaning piteously.
Lachlan chuckled as he slid his shoes off.
“We need to discuss how we’re raising this baby.” He said quietly, threading his fingers through her hair. Margot nodded and rotated herself around, her feet now in Lachlan’s lap as she rested up against the other arm rest, her dress sliding up her thighs.
“I want us to raise it together, you know in the same house, at least for the first few years.” Lachlan proposed, grasping the ankle of her right foot, gently massaging little circles around the bone.
“That sounds reasonable, but are you sure you want me to move in?” She asked her voice catching alittle as his hands came down to gently caress the hell of her foot.
“Yeah.” Lachlan answered, his fingers gently gliding across the sole of her foot.
“That feels really nice. When I’m fat and pregnant with sore feet and bloated ankles, you’re going to have to do this heaps.”