Chapter 39

"So Liz what are you and Lucky doing for your birthday?" sighed Emily,
desperately trying to avoid the topic she should have been discussing with
her friend. She knew she needed to tell Liz all about Sam coming on to Lucky,
but Liz seemed to be on such a high this afternoon, she didn't want to bring
her down. "Any plans yet?" Emily inquired farther.

"Hmm...I don't know," said Liz fumbling through the mound of shoes that
littered the sale display at Wyndams. "I think maybe Lucky has something
planned but he hasn't told me yet."

November 1st was fast approaching. Lucky always went all out for Liz's
birthday. Just a year ago he had proposed on the very same day.

"What do you think of these?" asked Liz sitting down with a pair of strappy,
black pumps.

Emily looked down at Liz. "Don't you have a pair just like that?" she asked
srunching up her face.

Liz looked down nervously, the memory of the morning's events placing a smile
on her lips. "Um...yeah...but these have straps," she stammered quickly,
moving the straps around. "Besides, Emily weren't you the one that told me
you can never have enough shoes?"

"Yeah I....did," Emily said her words trailing off as she looked up, only to
see the object of her frustration fast approaching.

Liz looked up from her feet, following Emily's gaze. "Oh... hey Sam," Liz
smiled, standing to greet her.

"Hey Lizzie!" said Sam grinning widely. Obviously, from the warm reception,
Emily hadn't told Liz about their little confrontation the other day.

"Liz," Elizabeth corrected. She hated it when people called her 'Lizzie.'

"Oh, sorry. I forgot," she smiled back. "Liz...from now on - it's Liz."

Emily smirked at Sam, wondering how on Earth anyone could be so two faced.
'One minute she's coming on to her husband and the next she wants to be her
bestfriend. I should just tell Liz right now and let her slap that bitch
right in the middle of the shoe department. No. Can't do that. You've got
everything under control, Sam knows you're on to her. She's not going to try
anything again.'

"Hi Emily. How are you?" asked Sam, waking Emily from her reverie.

"Hmm...Oh! Hi," said Emily giving her best fake 'model smile.' "Fancy meeting
you here."

Sam laughed awkwardly at Emily and turned her attention to Liz who was
starting to wonder what all the smiles were about. Was she trapped in some
Hellish Colgate commerical?

Sam sat down next to Liz. "Great shoes," she said picking one up. "Are you
going to get 'em?"

"I don't know yet," Liz returned putting her white, canvas tennis back on. "I
actually have a pair just like them."

Emily turned her back to them. 'Gag me,' she thought. 'Sam what the Hell is
with all the small talk?'

"Yeah?" Sam questioned. "Lucky probably really digs these huh?" She asked, a
plan already forming.

Liz looked at Sam strangely. 'That's a wierd question,' she thought.

Sam picked up on her slip immediately. "I just meant...that most guys...um,
dig high heels."

"Oh," smiled Liz. "Yeah...I guess."

"Oh! Liz" Sam said trying to change the subject before getting herself in too
deep. "Did you hear that music this morning?" she asked. "Did Lucky start
renting out to some teenagers or something because it was really loud."

Liz tried to stifle her laughter, but failed miserably. Sam looked at her,
perplexed as to what was so hilarious. Emily turned around wondering the same
thing.

"Oh," Liz managed through her laughter. "Lucky and I um...decided to throw
ourselves a little party this morning. Sorry we disturbed you."

Sam smiled back awkwardly. "That's ok. Just make sure you invite me next
time."

Liz immediately began cracking up again, to the point of tears. 'If they only
knew,' she thought.

Chapter 40

"That feels so good," sighed Lucky leaning back against his chair.

"Baby you are really tense," Liz said as she continued to try and knead the
knots out of Lucky's shoulders. "I really think that we should hire somebody
to help you out at Kelly's. You're working too much."

Saturday night had been a real doozey at Kelly's. The crowd from the play
over on Elm street had seen fit to bombard the small restaurant after the
show let out.

Lucky tilted his head back as she stood over him. Staring backwards into her
eyes he wispered, "I'm fine baby."

Liz leaned down and kissed him tenderly, her hair covering both of their
faces. "No your not," she said pulling away. "Lucky you may be my hero, but
your not superman. I mean, your back is....whoa," she said digging her
fingers deeper into his tight flesh.

Lucky chuckled. "Ok...I'll think about it, but honestly Elizabeth, I'm fine.
My mom's been helping me out in the mornings when I'm at school and Bobbie's
been helping in the afternoons...and I have the staff."

"The staff?....the STAFF Lucky? The STAFF consists of exactly...you,
you...oh, and that little airhead Amber."

Lucky laughed out loud at Liz's reference to Amber. She was 16 years old, and
as sweet as the day was long, but not exactly the sharpest knife in the
drawer.

Liz continued to work her magic on Lucky's tight shoulders."And that's all
fine and good Lucky, but when do you have time to study? When do you have
time to breathe? Lucky you are so good at knowing exactly what I need. I just
want to do the same for you."

Lucky let out a sigh and reached behind him, taking Liz's hand in his own and
bringing her around to sit in his lap. "You are exactly what I need," he
breathed into her ear.

Liz smiled and leaned her forehead against Luckys. "Speaking of knowing what
you need," Lucky continued. "I think maybe I've been falling down on the job."

"Huh?" Liz asked, pulling her head away from his.

"I haven't even asked you how you're doing...after the...you know...stuff -
with Kyle."

"Oh that? I'm fine," said Liz. "We haven't even seen each other in days."

Lucky dropped his eyes, looking deep into hers and willing her to tell the
truth.

"Really Lucky. I am. I mean...how could I help but be great when I'm married
to the most wonderful man in the world?"

"Well," Lucky said wrapping his arms around Liz's waist and pulling her
farther on to his lap. "In that case...guess what the wonderful man you're
married to is planning for your birthday?"

"Oh! What's Leonardo DiCaprio planning?" yelled Liz jumping up from her place
on his lap. She ran away quickly, dodging the fast approaching swat across
her butt.

Lucky was up in an instant chasing her around the couch. Liz did her best to
keep away, giggling uncontrolably at Lucky's attempts to catch her. She ran
in to the bedroom and almost made it into the bathroom. Almost was the
operative word. Lucky's arms snaked swiftly around her waist, and hauled her
up and over his shoulder.

"Oh my God!" yelled Liz. "Lucky put me down!"

"Put you down?" Laughed Lucky as he walked over towards the bed. "Put you
down?...You want me to put you down Mrs. DiCaprio?"

Liz squealed from behind Lucky's back. "Luuuuuuuucky....oooook, OK," she said
breathlessly through her laughter. "I'm not Mrs. Dicaprio, I'm only Mrs.
Spencer."

"You're who?" laughed Lucky, faining deafness as he held tight to Liz's legs
in front of him. Torturing her was too much fun. "Who are you?"

Liz called from behind his shoulder. By this time she was laughing so hard
she was crying. "I am Elizabeth Webber-Spencer, wife of Lucky the Wonderful,
Lucky the Magnificent, Lucky the - "

"Ok-Ok..."sighed Lucky bringing her back over his shoulder and to their bed.
"You're forgiven...for now," he breathed hoarsely as he lay on top of her.

They both faught for control of their breathing, their panting bodies pressed
closely together. Lucky broke the loaded silence first.

"As I was saying," Lucky started. "Before you so rudely interrupted me with
that crack about Leo...whoever."

"I - " Elizabeth began to protest but was cut short by the feeling of Lucky's
hand carressing her cheek, brushing his fingers from her cheekbones to her
lips. Liz quieted whenever he touched her like that. She lost all sense of
time and space. She couldn't remember her own name let alone what she was
going to say.

"You my dear...are going to have the birthday bash of the century!"

Liz eyes widened. "Oh my God! Really?" She squealed, wiggling out from under
Lucky.

He rolled over on to his back beside her. "Yes. Really," he smiled. "At my
dad's club."

Liz cocked her head sideways. 'My how far we've come,' she thought. Was Lucky
actually feeling this comfortable with Luke?

Lucky quickly caught on to the stare coming from his wife. "Yes, I said at my
dad's club."

Liz decided not to question it, she simply leaned down and kissed Lucky. It
was soft and gentle, while still intensely passionate.

"What was that for?" Lucky asked softly as she pulled away.

"Nuthin" sighed Liz. "Just for being you."

Lucky smiled, and suddenly a question popped into Liz's mind. "Hey!" she
said. "How come you didn't try and surprise me with this party?"

"Because you wouldn't have given me a moment's peace until you found out
about it."

"Luc -"

Her husbands name was cut short by the force of his lips crashing down on
hers.