Worth the Fight (Accidentally on Purpose)

by Davis, L. D.

  I sighed and hung the bikini back up on the rack. “You’re really mean,” I pouted.

  Emmy laughed again and to my surprise, reached past me and plucked the bikini off of the rack.

  “You’re so cute when you pout. I’ll buy both, okay?”

  I grinned and kissed her. “Thank you.”

  “Cwacka!” Lucas shouted from the double stroller. I fished into the diaper bag and produced a couple of graham crackers for him. “Danku.”

  “You’re welcome,” I said, ruffling his hair.

  “Don’t forget, we’re getting Diana a gift card so she can shop for her spring break clothes,” Emmy said to me.

  I nodded, acknowledging that I heard her. We gifted Diana a trip to Miami Beach for spring break so that she could join her friends and escape the brisk Chicago weather. As expected, she tried to reject the gift, but my wife had been very convincing.

  We were at the mall, shopping for our honeymoon trip. When Emmy first opened the envelope, it felt like the trip was too far away, but before we knew it, weeks had flown by and we would be leaving in a few days.

  I took off most of January. Emmy and I were married for almost a year already. Considering all we had gone through before getting married and then the struggles afterward, I wanted to give her and the kids my undivided attention for a little while. We were dropping the kids off with Emmy’s parents and then flying to our honeymoon destination. After five days alone, the plan was to go back to Louisiana and spend a week with Emmy’s family. If we weren’t snowed out of Chicago by then, we would return home. I had some small projects to do around the house during my time off, and I was going to spend a lot of time with my kids and drool after my wife until she got tired of me. It was going to be a great month. As long as Vivian didn’t show up.

  Vivian did something so utterly terrifying, that it still brings fear into my heart when I think about it. She convinced Iris to drop her case against Emmy and called it a no strings attached favor. I commanded Emmy not to take it, reminding her that the beast bites when one least expects it, but my wife simply rolled her eyes and then had the nerve to make lunch plans with Vivian. If she got bit, I was not licking her wounds for her. Well. Maybe I’d lick her.

  Emmy and Vivian formed an unlikely friendship. I often made remarks regarding Viv’s evilness, but secretly I really didn’t mind the alliance. Vivian was a hardcore family woman after her divorce, taking on the smaller cases often so that she wouldn’t have to spend too much time away from her children. I appreciated that about her. She was more than capable of handling enormous, noteworthy cases, but she humbly took on only what would keep her schedule open for her family. She and Em had a lot in common. Emmy really appreciated Vivian’s blunt honesty. She said she would never have to worry about Vivian turning into an Iris because Vivian was so very straight forward, and it helped that we openly hated each other.

  Two months after Emmy sneakily bought the building that housed Iris’s muffin shop, renovations began in the building to accommodate Kessler and Keane. There were a few other smaller businesses inside the building, but they were mostly unaffected by our move. An accountant was asked to move his office to where Iris’s shop had been, and he readily agreed. He got a bigger space for the same money and in a prime position for foot traffic. By the time I went back to work, the renovations would be nearly complete and we would be able to start moving everything over. I felt bad leaving Steve and the staff to pack up, but Steve reminded me that he would soon be going away for several weeks himself and he wasn’t going to feel bad about it.

  “Luke?” a soft, feminine voice that wasn’t Emmy’s called my name, shaking me from my thoughts.

  As I said, were in the mall just after Christmas. We could have run into any number of people that we knew – my own family, neighbors, clients, and friends. But she wasn’t any of those people, though she used to be a friend.

  I looked to my left and met Claire’s eyes.

  “Claire,” I said coolly and took a moment to look at the child in her arms. Though the DNA results had ruled me out as the baby girl’s father, I still had to look her over to make sure there were no identifying resemblances. There weren’t. Red hair and green eyes.

  “Hello,” Emmy said in a friendly tone. She looked at Claire with a smile.

  “Hi,” Claire said, blushing. She looked down at the kids. “I heard you had another baby. She’s gorgeous, and Lucas has gotten so big.”

  “What is your baby’s name?” Emmy asked.

  I tried not to groan. I still hadn’t forgiven Claire for basically trying to trap me, and for screwing some other guy unprotected and not telling me about it. Emmy was talking to her casually and I didn’t want to talk to her at all.

  “Carrie,” Claire answered, smiling adoringly at the girl for a moment before looking back at us. She smiled sadly and said “You have a very nice family.”

  “Thank you,” Emmy said, but I said nothing.

  Claire looked at me, waiting for me to say something, but I had nothing to say.

  “We were friends once upon a time,” she said and then her eyes grew big as if she had not meant to say it out loud. She bit her lip and shook her head with a laugh. “Sorry. I really didn’t mean to say that.”

  “Where is Carrie’s father?” Emmy brazenly asked. I gawked at her. I couldn’t believe she was bringing this up in the middle of the women’s dresses with our kids and Claire’s kid and every other shopper as an audience.

  Claire’s smile faltered and fell altogether. She looked at Emmy for a long thoughtful moment through eyes that looked like they had seen hard times.

  “He doesn’t want to be a father,” Claire answered above a whisper. She wouldn’t look at me now.

  “Does he help you at all?” I heard myself asking.

  She still wouldn’t look at me. She shook her head, took a deep breath, and stood up straight. “I can take care of her by myself. I don’t need him or anyone else.”

  I knew Claire. Claire was trying to prove she was more prideful and stronger than what she was really feeling. I could see it in her eyes.

  Emmy looked at me and I looked back. I already knew what she wanted me to do and I didn’t want to do it, but then I hated deadbeat fathers. I sighed deeply and turned my attention back to Claire.

  “I can get him,” I said and then held up a hand when she started to speak. “I know you said you don’t need him. I know you make good money, but that does not mean that he can shirk his responsibilities.”

  She looked at me and I could sense the regret she felt. “You would do that for me? Even after…” she faltered and looked at Emmy nervously.

  “Even after the whole who’s-the-daddy-craziness?” Emmy asked her.

  Stunned, Claire stared at her. “You know?”

  “She’s my wife,” I said plainly. “She knows everything there is to know about me.”

  Emmy nodded in agreement.

  I had told her about Claire shortly after I proposed to her. I had felt so guilty for not telling her sooner, but Em soothed that guilt. She didn’t hold it against me because it happened before we were officially back together.

  “Besides, I already knew,” she had said casually.

  “What?” I stared at her disbelievingly. “How?”

  “I was looking for something in your desk and found the paternity order,” she shrugged. “I knew you would tell me if that baby was yours, because you would want to do the right thing for Claire and the baby. I wasn’t sure if you’d tell me about it if the baby wasn’t yours, but then it wouldn’t matter, and it doesn’t.”

  We had never spoken about it again, but now Claire was standing before us and I pretty much sealed our fate. I would have to not only talk about Claire again, but I’d have to see her again, repeatedly, until Carrie’s father paid up.

  Claire seemed to deflate before us, her shoulders sagged and she looked down at Carrie’s stroller.

  “I can’t afford a big legal battle right now,” s
he said and began to shift from foot to foot.

  “What are you talking about?” I snorted. “You make great money at that marketing firm.”

  I didn’t particularly want her money, but I was surprised to hear her say she couldn’t afford something. Claire had made good money after clawing her way up through the company.

  She looked up at me with a sigh. “They forced me to resign my position. I’m not even making half of what I made before.”

  “Why did they make you resign?” Emmy asked, just as puzzled as me.

  “They were okay with me going out on maternity leave,” she said and shifted Carrie to her other arm.

  The little girl kept smiling and giggling whenever Lucas made his “Vwroom” sound with his cars. Admittedly, she was a very cute kid, though smaller than I expected. Maybe she wasn’t as old as I thought. I started to do math in my head, but Claire’s next words forced the numbers out of my head.

  “Carrie was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis shortly after she was born,” Claire said. “She’s only one and we’ve spent a tremendous amount of time in the hospital since she was born. My superiors felt that it was best that I stepped down since I couldn’t give them the eighty hours plus a week I used to give to them before Carrie was born,” Claire said bitterly.

  “They can’t do that,” Emmy said, and then looked at me. “Can they?”

  I ran a hand through my hair. “Depends. Were you keeping up with your work?”

  Claire nodded. “I worked right out of her hospital room. If I had to be in a meeting, my mom would go sit with her. It was a struggle, but I gave it more than my best. One of my coworker’s had a son with leukemia. He spent a lot of time out of the office and they didn’t make him step down.”

  “How are you paying Carrie’s medical bills?” Emmy wondered. “And living day to day.”

  Claire sighed and a blush rose in her cheeks. “Carrie’s bills are growing faster than I can pay them. Between the prescriptions and trying to make up for what I lost, my savings is depleting fast. I have medical through, but it’s expensive and they are paying for less and less. I’m okay with basic needs, for now, but it’s only a matter of time before I find myself standing in line at the county welfare office. The only reason I’m shopping at the mall is because my sister gave me a gift card.”

  Emmy scowled. “Sounds fucked up.”

  “Language,” I scolded, shaking my head.

  She shrugged and said “Sorry, but it is.”

  “You should have come to me sooner,” I said to Claire.

  She gave me a look that said “Really? Should I have? Yeah, right.” She didn’t say what her eyes said. Even Emmy gave me a sideways look that said “Yeah, right.”

  I looked back to Claire. I hadn’t wanted to speak to her, but now that I had, I felt bad for her, and I felt bad that she couldn’t come to me. Another woman was in trouble and felt she couldn’t come to me because I would be a jackass, which I probably would have been at first. I hated what Claire did, but what she was going through was beyond any kind of punishment anyone should ever receive.

  “Okay, listen,” I said. “I’m officially out of the office until the end of January, but I think you need to get started. I am going to send you to Deluca.”

  “That scary woman you hated so much?” Claire asked incredulously.

  “That scary woman is my friend,” Emmy said proudly. “And this is a perfect case for her. She doesn’t take any shit, especially from men. She’ll legally beat the crap out of Carrie’s dad and use your bosses’ bodies to wipe up the mess.”

  I rolled my eyes. Emmy spoke with complete adoration for the heart eating bitch, but she was right. This was a perfect case for Vivian and it would keep the proper distance between me and Claire.

  “That’s all well and good,” Claire said, eyeing Emmy wearily. “But I still don’t have the money.”

  “We’ll speak with her first,” I said. “I’ll have her call you either way.”

  She looked at me and then Emmy and back to me. Her eyes still flickering back and forth she said “You don’t have to do this. You don’t owe me anything,” she said to me.

  I didn’t. I could have told her good luck and walked away, but like she had said a few minutes before, we used to be friends once. I didn’t hate Claire. I didn’t love Claire, but the circumstances with her daughter made me care.

  “I know,” I said with a slow nod. “But we used to be friends once.”

  She looked relieved that I said that. “Thank you,” she said softly and then looked at Emmy. “Thank you both.”

  We exchanged a few more pleasantries before all of the kids started to get restless. Emmy promised her Vivian would be in touch soon. The goodbyes were quick. Claire and Carrie started to walk one way and we started to walk another way. I felt a gentle hand on my elbow. As Em and the kids continued walking, I stopped and faced Claire.

  “I just want you to know that I wasn’t trying to trap you,” she said quietly, but her eyes screamed for me to understand. “I had some pretty strong feelings for you and I probably would have given up just about anything to be in her place,” she nodded towards Emmy. “But I wasn’t trying to trap you. I promise. I’m really happy for you, Luke.”

  I could feel her sincerity. The animosity I held towards her melted away.

  “Thank you, Claire,” I said sincerely and squeezed her hand. “Take care.”

  “You, too,” she grinned with relief and turned away.

  I caught up to my family a moment later. Emmy looked up at me and smiled.

  “You are an incredible human being, Luke Kessler,” she said lovingly.

  I grazed the back of my hand over her soft cheek. “You make me an incredible human being, Emmy.”

  For half a second, it was only the two of us in the entire world as we gazed into each other’s eyes. Then the sounds of Lucas’s whining and Kaitlyn’s crying and the various noises of the mall brought us back to our reality, but it was a reality I was grateful to be in and there isn’t anything or anyone in the world that could shake us from it.

  Epilogue

  Love (noun)

  1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.

  2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.

  3. sexual passion or desire.

  4. a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.

  We are every definition of the word. I give and receive passionate affection. We have warm and personal attachments for our family. We are sexual passion and desire. She is my love and I am hers.

  I repeatedly gave her the benefit of doubt, and she repeatedly forgave me for my own actions and words. She wasn’t being herself, but now she is more than herself. She is perfection in her new skin, after shedding the dead skin of the woman she was not. The woman I loved and have loved for some time fights her way through difficult circumstances. She fights for her friends. She fights for her children and extended family. She fights for me. She fights for herself. The woman I love has a strong mind and a strong soul. She has an abundance of confidence and knows she deserves respect, happiness, and monogamy, and I give her all of that and more. Not just because I want to, but because she requires no less. She is faithful, devoted, loyal and true. She is not the most innocent person, but she is not cruel. She curses. She drinks. She flirts with her husband shamelessly regardless of who is watching. This woman who grew from the ashes of the woman she used to be, is enduring, a weapon to those who dare trifle with those she loves, and a treasure to those of us who are fortuitous enough to know her. She excites every part of me and she will never break my heart.

  When you know in your bones, right down to the cellular level, that you are supposed to be with someone, you hold on to them with everything you have. When you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that someone is your soul mate, the one person in the universe you cannot be without, you fight for her. You knock down whoever gets in your way. You
give her every reason to know her place with you. You will give anything and everything you have for her. You will die for her.

  Emmy once told me that I saved her, that I rescued her from her biggest enemy: herself.

  “You picked up all of the pieces and put me back together again,” she had said.

  “If you’re as cracked as your mother, I’ll be putting you back together for the rest of our lives.”

  She punched me. I kissed her.

  When my lips finally pulled away from hers, she bit that pretty bottom lip and placed her hand on my heart. Her eyebrows furrowed.

  “I’m sorry I broke your heart,” she whispered.

  “It was a long time ago,” I said dismissively.

  “But I hurt you so bad.” She looked up at me with tears pooled in her eyes.

  “Emmy,” I said gently, taking her hand in mine. “I was born to love you. I was made to be with you. That was one of many challenges we’ve had to overcome, and there will be more, but we’ll always face them together. As bad as that time was for us, it did not ultimately keep us apart, and nothing and no one ever will. I will never stop fighting for you.”

  “But you already have me,” she said, tilting her pretty head.

  “If I stop fighting, I become complacent. If I become complacent, you could slip between my fingers, and I am unwilling to let that happen. You will never have to wonder if my heart is still in this. As long as I remain breathing and my heart continues to beat, I will fight for you.”

  “I will fight for you, too.”

  “You better, Mrs. Kessler” I said, smiling at her. “I am a fine specimen.”

  She smiled back at me and gently cupped my cheek in one hand. “Yes, you sure are, Mr. Kessler.”

  “And Em?”

  “Yes?”

  “You saved me, too.”

  And she had. In ways that either of us will ever completely understand. I was incomplete before I knew her. I was broken after I did know her. Now, I am complete. Now I am whole again. We saved each other. We fought for each other and our lives together. We are worth the fight.