~ Blonde Ambition ~
Chapter 3

Carly sighed as she glanced towards the front door and then at her watch. 4:00 PM. She frowned and looked towards the kitchen door. The loud growl coming from her stomach echoed her thoughts. She was starving. She bit her bottom lip as she rose from the couch. Maybe she could start dinner early as a thank you to Laura for letting her stay at the house. She walked into the kitchen and was shocked to find Lucky rummaging through the cabinets.

"Hey!" she called.

Lucky jumped back in surprise and glared at Carly. "Don't do that!" he yelled as he placed a hand over his heart. "I have a weak heart."

"Shut up, you do not," she laughed.

He grinned at her and pointed in her direction. "You're lucky that's true . . . What are you doing in here? Didn't dad tell you not to come into the kitchen?"

"Didn't he tell you the same thing?"

Lucky simply shrugged as he leaned back against the counter. "Mom never said anything like that."

Carly smirked at him and crossed her arms over her chest. "Yes, she did . . . Find anything good?" she finally asked.

"No," he sighed. "No junk food and I'm starving."

"Me too," she groaned. "Maybe we can start dinner?"

Lucky raised an eyebrow at her. "And go against dad's rules?"

"He does it all the time," she told him.

"True," he agreed. "And you are pregnant. We can't starve the baby, it'd be cruel."

"And god forbid if Sonny found out I was being cruel to his child," Carly told him sarcastically.

"Exactly. So it's only right that we make dinner."

"Right."

They began to rummage through the kitchen cabinets and Carly began to pull out various pots and pans.

"Spaghetti!" Carly squealed as she pulled a box of pasta out from one of the cabinets. "I can make spaghetti!" she said proudly.

"I can make sauce!" Lucky added in the same tone.

He rushed to the refrigerator and began to look around. He slammed it shut and proudly placed a bottle on the kitchen table.

"Tada!"

Carly looked in his direction and raised an eyebrow when she saw the bottle of spaghetti sauce sitting there.

"I thought you said you were gonna make the sauce?"

"I am."

"I thought you meant real sauce."

"This is real," he told her in an offended tone. He picked up the bottle and then pointed at the label. "See it even says ‘flavored with meat’."

Carly couldn't help it and began to laugh. "Whatever, Little Lucky."

She turned back around and studied the box of spaghetti. "I guess we can use half of the box, right?"

"No, use the whole thing."

"The whole box?" she asked him as he came and stood next to her.

"Yeah," he took the box from her and shook the contents. "Me and dad will eat most of it. And with you and Baby Sonny--"

She grabbed the box from him and hit him on the top of his head with it. "Don't you ever call my baby 'Baby Sonny' ever again, understand?"

"Sure Big Carly, whatever you say," he told her as he grabbed the box back from her.

"’Big Carly'?" she shrieked as she took the box back.

"If I gotta be 'Little Lucky' you can be 'Big Carly'. Ok, Big Carly?" he argued as he snatched the box.

"No, it's not okay. How about I just call you Little Luke then?" she told him as she yanked the box away from him.

"Fine, Little Bobbie. You and Baby Sonny sit back while I make dinner." he tried to take the spaghetti box away from her once again, but she wouldn't let go. "Come on Little Bobbie, give it up."

"Over your dead body, Little Luke."

They continued to fight over the box until it burst at the seams and the spaghetti went flying through the air and landed all over the kitchen floor. Lucky and Carly looked at the mess and then at each other, still holding onto the remnants of the box.

"Oh, shit," they both muttered at the same time.

"You're gonna clean that up," Carly told him as she pointed at the mess.

"Me? You're the one that started this!"

"I can't pick it up, I'm pregnant," she told him matter-of-factly.

"Fuck that," he scoffed. "Your ass made the mess. Your ass is gonna clean it up."

"Hell no."

"Hell yes."

They glared at each other and then at the mess on the floor.

"I'm still hungry," she sighed.

"Yeah, me too."

"It looks like spaghetti is out for dinner," she muttered sadly.

"Maybe not. Mom usually buys a couple boxes when she goes shopping."

Lucky began to walk towards the cabinet where the previous box was, but slipped on the spaghetti that lay on the floor and landed ungracefully on his ass.

Carly began to laugh as he got to his feet. "See I told you, you should clean it up."

"You're gonna clean it up."

"Who the hell do I look like, Cinderella?"

"No, Cinderella was pure and innocent, unlike you. And I'm sure as hell not your ugly step-brother."

"You're right, ugly step-cousin it is." Carly carefully walked past him and opened the cabinet door. "There's no spaghetti, smartass," she told him.

Lucky sighed and looked back at the spaghetti that was lying on the floor. "What if," he started as he looked back at Carly.

She immediately read his thoughts. "Oh god, Lucky, that's gross!"

"What?!" he exclaimed. "Don't act like you've never done it before."

"Hell no, I've never done that before, you disgusting child. You really are Luke's son."

He rolled his eyes at her and sighed. "If dad were here, he'd agree with me. It's gonna get washed anyway and the boiling water will kill any germs it--"

"No, Little Luke. Forget about it."

Lucky sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Fine, but you still gotta pick up this mess."

"What about the pantry?" Carly asked him excitedly. "Maybe Laura kept extra boxes in there."

Lucky walked over to the other side of the kitchen, being careful where he stepped, and began to look through the pantry.

"Oh, hell yeah!" he said excitedly.

He walked back towards Carly and waved the box in his hands. "We have dinner."

Carly grinned at him and grabbed one of the large pots sitting on the counter and began to fill it with water.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Lucky asked her in a worried tone.

"Of course," she sighed. "All you gotta do is fill the pot with water, throw the spaghetti in there, let it boil to whenever and bam, spaghetti."

"I don't think that's right. Don't you have to throw the spaghetti at the wall to make sure it's done?"

"What the hell does that have to do with anything?"

"When you throw it and it sticks," he paused for a second thinking. "Then it's not done yet. But if it slides down, it's done."

"That's not true."

"Yes, it is."

"If it sticks, it's done."

"Says you."

"Says me and the other 100 million people who make spaghetti."

"How many times have you made spaghetti?"

"Hundreds," she told him confidently.

"I'm not talking about Chef Boyardee, genius."

She frowned at him for a second before answering. "It doesn't matter. All we gotta do is put the spaghetti in the pot and let it boil."

"Fine."

"Fine. I'll put the pot on and you clean up this mess."

"I'm making the sauce, so you should clean it up."

"You pulled a damn bottle of Ragú out of the fridge. That is not making sauce."

"Fine you make the sauce then."

"You idiot, we don't need to make sauce! We got Ragú."

"No, you can't have it. Make your own damn sauce." Lucky went over the kitchen table, picked up the bottle and held it to his chest.

"Little Luke, I'm warning you, don't mess with the pregnant lady," she threatened him as she put the pot on the stove. She turned back around to face Lucky and stuck out her hand. "Give me the sauce."

"No," he grinned. "It's mine, Little Bobbie, and you can't have it."

"How old are you? Three? God, Michael acts more mature than you."

"Whatever. You still can't have my sauce."

"How about I drop this pot of water over your head?"

"Still can't have my sauce."

Carly took one step towards him and Lucky began to run. He slipped on the spaghetti lying on the floor and the jar went crashing to the floor along with Lucky.

Carly began to laugh and walked carefully towards Lucky. "Well I guess this means you’re not gonna be a ballerina when you grow up," she grinned down at him. "Just give me the sauce and I'll help you up."

Lucky grabbed the bottle, thanking God that it was plastic, and brought it to his chest. The lid, having been loosened from the fall, popped open and began to spill over Lucky’s shirt and onto the floor.

"Oh fuck," he groaned. "Look at what you made me do!"

Carly crouched down and picked up the now near empty bottle. "Way to go, Little Luke, we have no sauce now." She straightened up and looked down at her cousin. "No dinner for you until you clean up this mess."

Lucky smirked up at her and collected a glob of the sauce from his shirt and threw it at her, making contact with the bottom of her white shirt. "Clean that up, Little Bobbie" he laughed.

Carly looked at her shirt horrified and then glared at him. "You little bastard!" she shrieked. She dumped the remaining contents of the sauce on top of his head and laughed as he tried to squirm away.

Lucky got to his feet and glared at Carly. He slicked back his hair with the spaghetti sauce and eyed her carefully. "You're gonna get it now," he told her evilly.

Carly began to squeal as Lucky neared her, but they both stood still as they heard the front door open and slam shut. Their eyes grew wide as they looked at each other and then towards the kitchen door.

"Angel, you home?"

Carly’s mouth fell open and Lucky began to make his way toward the back stairway.

"Get back here," she hissed quietly.

But before Lucky could make it to the stairway, Luke walked into the kitchen.

"Darl--" he stopped in mid-sentence as he noticed the sight before him.

He glanced from the floor, to Lucky, to Carly and to the stove. "Dinner's not ready yet?" he sighed as he made his way to the stove.

"N-no," Carly stammered. "We ran out of sauce."

Luke looked back towards Carly, who was trying to choke back her laughter, to Lucky who was covered in the red goo. "Cowboy, the sauce goes on the spaghetti, not on you," he told him with a frown.

Lucky opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by Carly laughing hysterically.

"She did this!" Lucky exclaimed as he made his way back towards them. "She made this mess and then --" he stopped as he almost slipped again and Luke began to laugh.

"Baby doll won her first Spencer food fight, huh?" he asked proudly.

"Yeah, I guess I did," she told him with a smile.

"No, she didn't, she cheated!" Lucky continued to argue.

"Lucky, you're the one covered in food, not me."

"But--"

"And loser picks up the mess," she cut him off.

"Sounds fair to me," Luke agreed.

Lucky mumbled unhappily and sat on the kitchen floor. Luke turned back to the stove and noticed it wasn't turned on. "Ok, which one of you geniuses didn't turn the stove on?"

"Ha! That was her!" Lucky exclaimed pointing at Carly happily.

"For that, both of you clean up this mess," Luke grinned.

"Ha!" Lucky started again.

"Shut up, Lucky. You still have to clean up too," Carly sighed. "And I'm pregnant and I can't bend down, so you're on your own," she told him with a smirk.

"She's got you there, cowboy."

"She can still mop," he argued.

"That's true enough," Luke agreed as he threw in a five handfuls of salt into the pot.

Carly grimaced as she watched her uncle. He grabbed the pepper shaker and began to shake it into the pot while looking back towards Lucky. "You better clean up this mess before your mother comes home."

She gasped as the lid popped off and the entire contents of the pepper shaker fell into the water. "Luke!" she pointed. "You dumped all the pepper in there."

He looked back to the pot and shrugged. "I like pepper," he told her as he pulled out the lid from inside the pot.

"I'm not eating that," Carly grimaced.

"Why the hell not? Pepper's good for Baby Luke."

She narrowed her eyes at him and pointed in his direction. "For the millionth time my baby is not gonna be called Baby Luke or," she pointed towards Lucky. "Baby Sonny. Got that?"

"Baby Sonny?" Luke looked towards Lucky. "That's not nice, cowboy. Funny, but not nice."

Lucky and Luke both laughed and Carly rolled her eyes at them. Luke grabbed the oregano salt and began to shake some of that into the pot as well.

"You just put a shitload of salt in there!" Carly exclaimed.

"This is oregano salt."

"It's still salt!"

"Salt's good for the bambino too. It has iron."

"Luke, taste that," she told him.

"Why?" he asked confused.

"Just do it."

He shrugged and stuck his finger into the warm water. He put it in his mouth and scowled at the flavor.

"I told you."

"What?" he chocked out. "It tastes fine."

"Then you get to eat the whole pot, because I’m not touching it."

"Fine," Luke told her. "Just to make you happy, I'll dump it."

She sighed as she watched him dump the contents into the sink and turn on the disposal. "I’m still hungry."

Lucky looked up from where he was sitting on the floor and glanced at Luke and Carly. "Let's get pizza."

"I'll order, you two clean up this mess," Luke told them.

They both groaned and Carly looked at Lucky. "Where's the mop?"

"In the closet, dumbass."

Carly walked over towards the back closet, grabbed the supplies and then dumped them in front of Lucky.

"There ya go, Little Luke. Have fun."

"You can sweep, you wench, so sweep."

"Jerk."

She grabbed the broom and began to sweep up the scattered spaghetti. The doorbell rang and Carly immediately dropped the broom on Lucky’s back.

"Ill get it," she offered quickly.

She walked out of the kitchen before he could protest. Lucky groaned and finally stood so he could fill the bucket with water.

Carly looked down at her shirt as she made her way towards the door. She didn’t bother to look through the small window and gasped when she saw Sonny at the door. She tried to slam the door shut, but he used his foot and hand to block it.

"Get the hell out of here," she told him angrily.

"I'm not going anywhere," he told her as he made his way into the living room.

Carly glanced back towards the kitchen and then at Sonny. "You have no right to come barging in like this, so get the fuck out!"

"I just wanted to tell you one thing," Sonny began. "Just because you're not living at the penthouse, doesn't mean that you can keep me out of my child's life. I have rights. I'm going to be at every single doctor's appointment you have and nothing you can do is gonna change that."

"Like hell," she hissed.

"I have parental rights, Carly. I don't know who the fuck Luke is in cahoots with, but I don’t give a shit. He can't keep me away from you, no matter where he puts you."

"Wanna bet," Lucky growled as he came from the kitchen.

"Lucky, stay out of this," Sonny warned.

"Get the fuck out of my house and stay the fuck away from Carly."

"Who’s gonna make me?” Sonny smirked at him.

At that moment, Luke came out of kitchen with a gun in his hand. "You're trespassing, Corinthos. You heard my son and my niece. You're not welcome here."

Sonny nodded as he looked down at his hands and back at Luke. "You sure you wanna do this, Luke? Is she worth all this trouble?"

Luke cocked his gun and aimed it towards Sonny. "How bad do you wanna know?"

Sonny regarded the man in front of him. "Fine. I'll leave. But like I told this tramp, she can't keep me away from my kid."

Luke grinned at him and cocked his head to the side. "As far as the Spencer’s are concerned, this baby doesn't have a father at the moment. Musta been an immaculate conception."

"You can't do this, Luke."

"I just did."

"I'll be back."

"Whatever, Corinthos. But don't hold your breath ‘cause you're not gonna come near Caroline or her kids."

"You'll be hearing from my lawyer," Sonny told them all confidently.

Luke followed him out of the door, while Lucky went to stand next to Carly and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"I meant what I said the other day, Corinthos,” Luke growled at him. “You don't wanna mess with this. I suggest you leave it alone."

Sonny ignored him as he made his way back to the awaiting limo. Luke walked back inside the house and slammed the door shut. He eyed Lucky and Carly carefully and sighed.

"Alright, new rules. No one opens the door without checking to see who it is. If it's Sonny or one of his men, call the cops. I already contacted Bubba at the PCPD and a restraining order is in the works." He sighed as he watched them. "Don’t worry, baby doll, the Spencer men will keep an eye on you."

Carly smiled at them trying to keep her tears in check. "What men?" she replied with a hint of laughter in her voice.

"Just for that, you're gonna clean up that mess by yourself," Lucky told her with a smile.

"And forget about big bad Uncle Luke saving your ass again," he smirked at her.

She simply nodded her head and opened her mouth to reply, but she couldn’t find her voice. She hugged herself, rubbing her hands over her upper arms protectively and began to walk towards the kitchen. She stopped and turned her head back to them. "Thanks. Both of you. It means a . . . thanks," she sighed and walked back into the kitchen.

Lucky raised an eyebrow at his father. "You gonna call him?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah, keep her busy."

"No prob."

"And clean up that mess before your mother comes home and takes it out on me."