Unexpected Desire

Past, Present, Future

{I decided to try out this concept because I've made up so many stories in my head about scenes where y'all could experience the stuff that happened in the past for both Marcel and Lacy. And in the future as well! Let me know if you want me to do this again with Lacy!}

(Marcel's POV. Year: 2005)

I walked into my father's office, scanning the room. I wasn't supposed to be here, but he was at the store with Mother. He wouldn't know.

I walked further into the room, taking in the sight of all the books, papers, boxes, lamps, reading chairs, and trophies. My father had always been a very successful, hardworking man. And that was the sole reason me and my mother could live worry-free. We didn't have to worry about money, food, or anything else. One of the many reasons Germany was such a great place to live!

I guess I came in here to find something, but I sort of forgot what it was. So I just stuck to looking around some more.

I sat down in one of the chairs, it was incredibly plush. Just by the feel of the chair alone, I could tell why he spent so much time in here. A calm, quiet place to do all of the work your heart desired. I couldn't imagine a better thing!

Glancing at my father's desk, I saw a recent photo of myself. Framed and everything. It was the New Year's picture that Walter had accidentally taken of me drinking my first beer as the clock hit midnight. Father decided that, because I was fifteen now, it would be alright if I drank alcohol. He waited the extra year because he wanted to make sure I was mature enough to handle the responsibility.

I smiled warmly. My father had always thought of me fondly, seeing as I was his only child. He may not have been in his prime anymore, but he made the moments we shared count. He taught me everything he knew about wrestling and inspired me to follow in his footsteps. I couldn't have asked for a better dad.

He, however, seemed a little amiss lately. And I just can't wrap my mind around why...

"Son," A bold voice spoke up. I instantly stood up from the chair. I took a deep breath, knowing I was most likely in trouble, before turning around. With my head down, I responded; "Yes Father?" Looking ahead of me slightly, I saw shiny leather shoes standing at the door of the office. The undoubted attire he normally wore, for hardly any reason at all.

"Out of my study. Right this instant." He spoke again, sternly. I nodded, beginning to walk forward. "Yes, Father..."

As I walked by him, I raised my head. I was met with an expression of sympathy. Though he acted upset, he could hardly hide the amount of pride in his heart whenever he saw me. A lot of my parent's friends would always tell me that I am the spitting image of my father when he was a child. Others would say I had my mother's face except for my eyes. Everyone always said I had my father's eyes.

Crystal Blue.

(Year: 2022)

I shot awake, startling Lacy, who had been sleeping peacefully beside me. I was sweating, muttering curses in German as I came out of my dream. Lacy rubbed her eyes, groaned slightly, and sat up. "Mm... What is it, babe...?" She asked, voice still heavy with sleep. I shook my head. "Nein... Nein, nein, nein..." I said, one hand reaching up to grasp the top of my head. "Was die fick...?"

I felt my girlfriend place a hand on my shoulder. "Whoa, baby... Calm down, what happened?" Using her other hand, she reached over to cup the side of my face that was facing away from her. She used this angle to turn my head to face her, making my hand leave my forehead, and pulling me over so that my head rested on her chest as she laid back down.