hurricane lacie

M E E T   L A C I E    C O O P E R

Name: Lacie Cooper Age & Birthday: 34, December 21, 1985 Gender & Pronouns: Cis Female - She/Her Occupation: Waitress @ The Amber Pig Birthplace: Madison, GA Sexuality: Heteroflexible Faceclaim: Leighton Meester

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At Lacie’s mention of scheduling a lunch date with his mama, Andy smiled. It was amazing how well the two got along and his mama didn’t sing someone’s praises easily but for Lacie it seemed that’s all she wanted to do. "Good. I know she’d like that,” he nodded, running his fingertips along her arm, bicep down to her forearm and back up again. While Lacie explained her ailments, Andy tried to come up with any reason as to why she could be feeling the way she was. He wasn’t an expert on sickness but he’d seen enough with his siblings to place some of the signs. Freezing at the mention of Lacie’s missed period, Andy glanced down to look her into the eye. He was searching for any hint of a joke and when he came up empty handed he let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “What uh- what does that mean exactly?” He asked, eyes wide. The mere thought scared him but under that was excitement. Andy didn’t want to get ahead of himself with thoughts that might not even ring true but he couldn’t help himself, heart racing.

Her heart had just about stopped in her chest as she realized what she'd said. She couldn't be pregnant, they always used protection and they were careful. Or at least she thought they were. "Nothing. Probably nothing." Lacie nodded, turning to look at him more clearly. She was sure he could see the fear on her face and she hated that but this wasn’t something she’d been prepared for. "It could be a coincidence." But that was unlikely. At the age of 34 Lacie wasn't even confident that she could get pregnant, so there was no reason to jump to that conclusion. She swallowed hard and tried to smile but she knew it came out looking like a grimace, the panic most definitely evident on her face now as she searched his eyes, trying to decide if he was freaking out at the idea of her being pregnant. She knew Andy wanted kids but this was too soon...right? They hadn’t even really talked about it more than in passing when she’d admitted she wasn’t sure about it. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s not a coincidence. Have we even...no, we always use protection, right?”

Hearing Lacie’s call coming from her bedroom, Andy peeked his head inside and frowned. "No offense baby but you look like shit,” he chuckled, kicking his shoes off to the side and dropping the backpack to the ground. Taking the seat she was offering him, Andy pulled Lacie into his side. At the mention of a fever, Andy pressed his lips to her forehead and shook his head when all he felt was a normal temperature. “Well I don’t think you’ve got a fever,” he concluded, maneuvering her until his arm was draped behind her shoulders and she was comfortable against the pillows beneath her but still tucked into his side. “S'alright sugar. I shot her a text before I left my place and she understood. Told me to tell ya to feel better and that she wants to see you next week for lunch and I’m not invited.” Rolling his eyes playfully, Andy took the hand that Lacie had rested on his chest and brought the back of her palm to his lips to kiss softly. “Well it’s not food poisoning, that only lasts a day. And you don’t feel like you got have a fever so I doubt it’s the flu or anything like that. Do you feel fine other than needin’ to puke and bein’ a little tired?” He wasn’t much of a doctor, unsure of what could be wrong with her and hating that there didn’t seem to be much he could do.

Lacie let Andy tuck her into his side as he climbed into her bed and she relaxed against him, even that little bit of comfort helping. He pressed his lips to her forehead and checked her for a fever and seemed to be giving her a little once over to try and figure out what was going on with her. "I'll call her when I'm feelin' better and schedule our lunch date." She smiled softly, thankful for how easily his family seemed to accept her, no judgments or anything. She’d been worried that the reputation she and her mother had in this town would have made it hard for anyone to accept Lacie as one of their own, but Mama Harper seemed to have welcomed her with open arms. "I don't know. I feel hot and tired and sick to my stomach. My head hurts and I just feel...off." She shrugged, trying to think back on anything that might have upset her stomach over the last week. "The only other time I ever really feel like this is right before I get my period which..." Lacie paused and opened her eyes, trying to remember when her last period was. "Which was supposed to last week." The panic that settled over her at the realization that she was over a week late was obvious on her face as she lifted her eyes to Andy’s. “I’m late.”

Time seemed to fly by faster when Andy was with Lacie. Maybe it was because they both had such a good time when the two were together- their laughter and long discussions about anything and everything filling almost all of their time, the other part was spend in bed between the sheets. Finding time to fit each other into the other persons schedule was tough but the two made it work. Her visiting him at the station on his overnight shifts and Andy becoming a regular down at The Amber Pig on nights when Lacie had to close.

Since the two were together so often, it was easy for Andy to notice something was off with Lacie. Something wasn’t quite right with her for a couple days but he wrote it off to being her time of the month, since by now he knew when it happened and also knew when to take extra special care of his girl. Figuring it had gotten the worse of her when he got a text that she was cancelling their date night, Andy threw together a few things he had around his house into a bakpack: a heating pad, some spare candy bars thrown into his snack drawer and his favorite flannel along with some cozy, fuzzy socks.

Feeding Copper then heading out to his truck, the drive to Lacie’s was short. He’d found a shortcut only a few weeks ago that cut his drive time in half and he was pulling up to her place in only a few minutes. Slamming his truck door closed, Andy jogged up the sidewalk and let himself into Lacie’s place. “Sugar, where are you?” He called, glancing around when no sign of his girlfriend was clearly present.

She'd tried to fall back asleep after sending Andy a text to cancel their plans but her body was refusing to let her sleep, despite the exhaustion. Lacie heard the door open as Andy let himself in and she sat up a little bit, running a hand through her messy hair. "I'm in here!" She called out from the bedroom, waiting until he appeared in her doorway and she smiled softly. "Hey...what are you doin' here? I told you I wasn't feelin' good." She rested a hand on her stomach, rubbing softly at it as she leaned back against her pillows and patted the spot next to her.  Normally she’d never want a boyfriend to see her like this, messy hair and pajamas, sickly pale and looking like a disaster. "I think I might have a fever actually...I don't know what's wrong with me but I've been feelin' like hell for days and I can't figure out what's goin' on." 

Lacie pushed her hair out of her face and closed her eyes, the comfort of Andy being next to her enough to settle her at least a little. "You didn't have to come all the way over here baby...I know you had errands to run today and lunch with your mama." She reached out a hand to him and rested it on his chest, sighing softly at the horrible feeling in her stomach and the pounding in her head. "Honestly I never really even get sick so this is weird for me.” She mumbled, closing her eyes and trying to will the nausea away. She didn’t want him to see her like this but with Andy it felt like there didn’t need to be anything he couldn’t see. Lacie wasn’t embarrassed to be seen at her lowest with him.

The Belle Ball had been about a month ago and Lacie and Andy had spent as many of those days together as they could. His shifts at the firehouse made it so that she couldn't spend all of her nights with him, but on the days that he was working she usually came by with food or coffee, any excuse to stop in and see him. The rest of his crew had been nothing but supportive, the constant cheering and wolf whistling whenever she'd stop by and try to discreetly give him kisses before she left. Things were going better than she'd expected and Lacie felt like she was living in a dream that she never wanted to wake up from. The last few days she'd been feeling off though. Constant headaches, exhaustion and nausea all day were making it hard for her to do anything other than lay in bed. But she'd braved the day the last two in a row, struggling to keep anything down at work but knowing she needed to be able to pay her rent. Today she'd woken up and immediately been sick, finally giving in and deciding to stay home. 

Knowing she was supposed to see Andy that night she emerged from the bathroom and laid down on her bed, pulling her phone out to send him a text. hey baby, i think i'm gonna have to cancel on tonight. i've been feeling sick for days but finally just threw up this morning, i'm so sorry i hate to cancel on you!! She laid her phone down next to her and closed her eyes a sigh falling from her lips. It wasn't like Lacie to be sick for this many days in a row and she was starting to wonder if she had something more serious than the food poisoning she had originally thought might be the culprit.

“Is it that obvious,” she mused and followed Lacie before sitting down. “So, how have things been?” Mira asked curiously. “Of course, I’m in good company,” she teased. The blonde sighed with content and leaned back into the chair. 

She smiled and offered a shrug. “I don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate it but I don’t mind. Compliments are always welcome.” Lacie chuckled softly, picking up a menu and handing it over to Mira as they sat down. She knew the whole thing backwards and forwards for waitressing there for two years. “If I may offer some advice.” Lacie leaned forward and looked down at the menu with her. “The best thing on the menu here is the tri tip sandwich.”

Nicola lifted her eyes up towards her, keeping a blank expression on her face but all the woman had to do was say her name and it dawned on her. She cleared her throat, suddenly feeling the dry sensation build in the back of it as she put her hands down on the surface of the table, nodding her head. “You look great,” was the only comment she was planning on making because now this was going to be a whole different conversation. “Yep. Nothin’ ever changes.” There was no point in defending herself or even trying to explain her side. Once people picked one, there was no listening to other points of views.

“I know.” Lacie tilted her head and smiled at the woman, shaking her head slowly. She really tried to never be petty with other women but she hated how Arlow had his heart broken by someone who didn’t deserve it. Especially when she’d been in love with him at the time and knew she’d never have his heart. She set her drink down and ran a finger along the rim a moment before speaking again. “Brave of you to come back here with two ex-boyfriends prowling the ball tonight.” Lacie had to admit that it did take some courage to come back to Madison after burning two of the nicest men she knew.

Despite the wonderfully spun pep talk, Kennedy could feel the buzzing swell of the tidal wave that sat hungrily on the horizon. Each day she inched farther from the shore but the fragile boundary that kept the waters of doubt at bay thinned. Sooner or later, the gushing tsunami would rush her with force and she’d be swept up in it. It’s why she couldn’t dream bigger. If her perfectly crafted little world expanded too far from her hand, she forfeited the ground she needed to retreat. “How can I be the baddest bitch in this town if she’s sitting right in front of me?” Kennedy quick tried to change the subject. She couldn’t subscribe to the beautiful encouragement that ebbed so softly through Lacie’s lips. Kennedy wasn’t destined to succeed. She was meant to coast along till she faded out like a lonely little symphony. The thick feeling rose on the back of her tongue at the feeling Lacie’s hand over her own. 

“I do though because I don’t deserve any better than okay. I can’t handle anymore than that.”  

“Lacie Noelle Cooper, you’ve been holdin’ out on me! You, off the market? What the hell?!” Lou’s voice was definitely louder than it needed to be, or so everyone would say, but Lou found it to be exactly the appropriate level. After all, it wasn’t every day that Lacie Cooper was a taken woman. That was a huge step in itself, but having it be with a guy like Andy? Lou couldn’t ask for a better surprise. Lou blushed at Lacie’s question, knowing full well that what had unfolded was entirely out of the norm for most people. But it was Lou, and honestly, somehow it felt entirely right. “You know how stressed I get at this thing, it was just a little blowin’ off some steam!” 

“I know, I know. But I wanted to tell you in person.” Lacie admitted, reaching forward and adjusting a piece of Lou’s hair as she listened to her. She was so thankful for a friend like her that she knew had her back all the time and was always in her corner. Girls could be so petty and jealous but that was never something between the two of them. “I love that. You deserve it baby. And Nick is so hot and probably amazin’ in bed so good for you Lou Lou.”

“That might of happened but I’m still in once piece,” Mira mused. “Plus, how could I stay made at a face like yours,” she cooed and happily followed Lacie into the amber pig. “There’s nothing better than a beer and greasy bar food,” she hummed happily. It reminded her of a  little bar back in France when she had been living there with her son.

There was no way to explain the electricity between the two of them. She's tried to tell Lou how amazing he was earlier in the night but none of her words did him justice. Once his jacket was off, Lacie was fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, popping enough of them open to expose his bare chest, letting her hands touch his skin finally. He was hot to the touch and Lacie couldn't keep her hands to herself. His mouth worked down her neck as her dress fell to her feet and she kicked it away, just in her lacy black underwear now in front of Andy. "You better get these god damn pants off before I rip them off of you." She sighed, flipping the button open.