Bad In The Blood

"I didn’t see you at the wedding, then again, being the center of attention isn’t your thing."

"I made an appearance."

"For your information, she sometimes decides to join me, but your assumption definitely makes me wonder about your concept of marriage."

"The couple that jogs together…" Emmett trailed off with a shrug. 

"Marriage is already running you out of the house?"

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"Can I interest you in an inflatable doughnut? Or shall I join you on land?" She didn’t voice how happy she was to see him, but her smile said enough. After what happened, she was glad that she had kept him to herself.

"You can join me over here. I'm not what people are looking for in the pool."

Lounging on a floatie in the middle of the pool Gigi sipped a glass of peach Bellini while bathing in the artificial lights of the Lagoon. Everything was going to be alright, as long as she kept pretending it already was. “Like you see?” She chimed, catching the eye of someone waiting on the side. 

Emmett's lips curled up in a hint of amusement, wondering how she managed to look both completely at home while also seeming like she didn't belong at all. He didn't voice that, he rarely did. "Sure."

"Is it yours? Then I could possibly understand the frustration." 

"No, it'll be tedious though." Pausing, Emmett looked up at her. "Interested in coming?"

"That doesn’t sound like the greeting I normally get. What’s wrong?" 

"Maybe you are not playing your part, Emmett, but I am. I think it would make a big difference," Felicity rose from her seat. She stood in front of him, as if height marked the contrast she was talking about. She liked being able to overpower everyone.

Emmett tilted his head up as Felicity stood, no other sign of intimidation on his face. One thing he had never been afraid of was his mother, she didn't care enough to be someone who could easily intimidate him.

"Why? Would you prefer me to leave?" Felicity was taken aback — why would Emmett care about the current state of affairs? She had never shown any interest; not when it came to them. A cutting reply seemed like the correct thing to say; he wouldn’t be affected by it.

"If you stayed or didn't, it wouldn't make much of a difference." He didn't speak to be harsh, merely pointed out a true reality of their lives. The Blackwells didn't overlap. Not anymore.

"Perhaps because my concept of having fun is different to yours," she was often subjected to reproach for preferring her work to spending time with her family.

"No." He replied matter-of-factly. He shouldn't have expected otherwise though, Felicity was never one who he could fully figure out. He may have grown up with the woman but she was, as she always had been, a stranger.