Please note I DO NOT own any of these characters, all credit goes to Sir Rob! Also, sorry that Mr. Ambrose is a bit off his coldness in this one shot, but hell its fan fiction.
1. Dreams
Lillian
I walked out of Rikkard and I's son's nursery. Our little William seemed to always have some sort of fight to pick with us, and with him just turning two, his attitude was getting worse. I let out a sigh of relief since he finally had decided to go down for his nap.
Without William to keep my mind busy, my thoughts wandered to that of relating to my husband. When I thought about him, I couldn't help but smile, yet now a small amount of pain struck my heart.
Rikkard and I haven't spoken in two weeks. Two weeks. He says its because of work, but my mind can't help but wander to other possibilities.
I shook that thought out of my head. No he wouldn't do that. He knows I'd have his arse if I ever caught him with another...
I shook my head again, tapping my fingers on my hip, trying to think of something to do.
You need to clean the kitchen, my inner voice told me. You know how much of a mess William made after he insisted on making himself lunch.
I inwardly groaned at the thought of having to clean that up, but my inner voice and I both knew neither Rikkard nor William would clean it.
***
I was just about to finish wiping down the kitchen counter tops when I heard the door open. I saw his tall, lean figure strode through the walkway and towards the kitchen, making my heart beat quicken.
"Lillian." As he spoke I could feel the coldness coming off his words, sending a seemingly electric shock down my spine.
"Rikkard," I tried to match his tone, not looking up from the tough spot of jam, yet my voice didn't nearly match the temperature of his.
"What is the meaning of this?" His eyes glanced around the kitchen, some areas of jam and toast crumbs still on some parts of the room.
"Your son, if you can even remember him since you're never home anymore, wanted to make his own lunch," I said, glaring at his still calm and collected composure.
"I see. It's about time he started to grow up." Rikkard walked out of the room before I could say anything else.
I shut my mouth that I hadn't even realized was hanging open. Grow up? William just turned two and he thought he needed to start growing up? I threw my rag angrily on the counter top. Rikkard could teach his son to clean this is he felt he need to 'grow up'.
***
For the next three hours I went out to London, picking up groceries, extra chocolate of course, and grabbed a new toy for William. When I got back home, William and Karmin were played with a ball, so I let them be. I quickly put the food away and headed into my bedroom to freshen up. The sun way almost setting and I figured it would be a good time to start dinner soon.
"Rikkard, do you have an ide-" My mouth promptly snapped shut once my eyes took in the sight before me. Rikkard was in the process of disregarding his shirt while seeming to be kissing another person. A female in fact!
"Rikk?" I croaked out. I meant for my voice to be strong but blast! Someone must have gotten me sick or something because something was wrong with my throat.
His eyes were a dark shade of blue, pausing for a minute with the blonde woman he was still holding. He turned towards me, a calm composure none of the less.
"What? Can you not seem I'm in the middle of something?"
My anger boiled in me, flooding through my veins. What?!
"Excuse me??"
"Lillian, I am quite sure you know how much I hate ridiculous questions. I am not repeating myself, nor will we discuss this." My anger soared, and I grabbed the lamp beside me, hurling it at the two.
"Rikkard Ambrose we are talking about this right now!" I stormed over to the blonde strumpet and yanked her hair, quite literally throwing her out of the room. I slammed the door behind me, Rikkard already buttoning up his shirt. He seemed so nonchalant, not caring that I intruded on their small escapade.
A wave of hurt crashed onto me, and I could feel the tears pressing onto the back of my eyes. I crossed my arms, pursed my lips, and looked out at the setting sun, refusing to meet his gaze.
With a shaky breath I opened my mouth to speak. "Why?"
"You were not proving me with what I wanted. I have never been satisfied by you, Lillian. You have always been somewhat of a nuisance to me, our son following suit. I never truly wanted to marry you, I just-"
"STOP!" I shouted out sobbing, lurching up my where I laid. My eyes flung open to meet complete darkness, besides the small amounts of moonlight that trickled in through the windows. My heard was beating a million kilometers a minute and I couldn't stop myself from crying.
"Lillian, my love, what's wrong?" I soft, husky voice spoke from next to me. Rikkard.
Calm down, Lilly. It was just a dream.
He sat up, placing a warm hand on my waist, pulling me towards him. He kissed my shoulder up to the base of my neck. "What's wrong?" He spoke again. His other hand came and caressed my cheek, his thumb wiping away fallen tears.
I let out a breath of release, thinking to myself again it was just a dream.
"Nothing, just a terribly dream."
"Dreams are a wasteful time of sleeping."
I chuckled into him, pulling his face up to mine, running my fingers through his soft, black hair. "I cannot agree more." We sat like this for a while, me just in his warm, loving embrace, my hands mindlessly playing with the ends of his hair.
"Rikk?"
"Lillian."
"You still love me don't you?" He pulled away from me a bit, his eyes looking into mine questionably.
"Lillian, I am quite sure you know how much I hate ridiculous questions. Why would you ever even assume that I do not love you anymore?" His voice still held his normal chilling feel to it, but I could hear the care and sincerity in it. I didn't answer him for a while; I just opted for tracing his collarbones over and over until he leaned in and softly placed a kiss on my lips. "Was it your dream, my love? Hmm?"
I looked up at him, his blue eyes captivating me, breaking down any resilience I had to not answering him. "Yes," I muttered.
"What could I have possibly done to make you wake up crying?" He ran a hand through my now longer hair, looking down at me lovingly.
"You cheated on me." I felt Rikkard stiffen, pulling me closer and tighter to him. He cupped my face and kissed me heatedly.
"Lillian," he practically growled out. "I would never cheat on you." He kissed me again for a while until he broke it off and added: "Plus, you know the only other woman I could possibly stand besides you would be if we had a daughter."
I felt something flip inside my stomach at his words and that familiar something got lodged in my throat again.
Dammit emotions, not now!
"I know, I know. It just seemed so... real. It was stupid to even doubt you."
"That is correct, and if you even do so again, something will have to be done about that." A small smirk played on his mouth.
I let out a small chuckle. "Oh really? Well I still could use some reassurance."
"Really, my love? Are you sure?"
I placed a tantalizing kiss on the base of his jaw, grazing my teeth against his skin. "If you don-"
"No," he said quickly, his voice seemed to have dropped an octave. He pushed down the sleeves of my nightgown, kissing me hard. "If you need reassurance," his hands went to the ends of my thin clothing, "you will get reassurance."
Heyyy so this is my very first fan fiction! How'd I do? Sorry Mr. Ambrose was a bit kinder than normal but hey, its fan fiction.
Anyways, hope you enjoyed and comment any ideas you have!
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