I hope you guys enjoyed these chapters, getting to meet Sarah and Kane and seeing how Lucas is with his mother.
Lucas' P.O.V. "Happy birthday again, mom. I love you." I kissed her cheek again as I said my goodbye. I was ready to take Rose to her flat and get my first journal. I wanted to dive right in. This woman before me intrigued me greatly and getting to see into her mind was the greatest gift I could ask for. "I love you, too. Thank you for being civil with your uncle." She squeezed my arm lovingly. "It was nice to meet you, Sarah." My polite Rose held her hand out for my mom to shake. Mom didn't do handshakes though, bringing her in for a hug instead. "The pleasure is all mine. I hope to see you again. Thank you again for my gift," Mom said with a smile. I was surprised and happy to see that Rose had brought a gift for her. She amazes me everyday, surprising me with something new. I guided her outside, making sure to hold her tightly against me as we stepped over the gravel. I won't ever let her fall. "Thank you for coming with me, Rose." I kissed her beautiful rosy lips before o
Olive's P.O.V. I had just slipped my shirt on when I heard a knock at the door. I ran downstairs with a smile. "Did you forget something?" I opened the door expecting Lucas, since he had just left. My smile quickly faded as my mind registered Dad's scruff face before me. His beard had grown, but his hair was kept in it's usual gelled to the side state. He had come unannounced, somehow finding where I was. Did he know of this place beforehand? I swallowed hard, knowing dad is here to lecture me. My stomach curdled with nerves. "Are you going to let me in, or do you want to have this conversation in the hall?" He asked with his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed. He had that serious tone in his voice, one I'd grown used to, but still sent a chill running through my body. He wasn't just mad, he was furious, evident by the tic in his powerful jaw. I stepped to the side, allowing him to enter even though I wanted to deny him access. I felt like I was betraying mom in some way by allowi
Lucas' P.O.V. "What happened to your face?" I asked a little too aggressively. It was clear someone had stricken her. I know that mark, I've seen it a few too many times on mom's face. My beautiful Rose had been hurt while I was gone, and I'll make whoever it was pay. That mark on her cheek tugged at my heart in the worst ways. "It's nothing," she said, trying to blow it off. "Olive, tell me what happened." This was serious, and the fact she didn't want to tell me, only made me wonder more. "I hate when you use my name like that," she sighed. "It always gets to me." "Does that mean you'll tell me, Olive?" "Sit down, I'll tell you." She gestured to the couch for me to sit on. Her voice deflated, leaving behind whatever stubbornness she had. I liked that my using her name had such an effect on her. I sat on the couch, grabbing her wrist and pulling her onto my lap as she walked by me. I had her straddle me, so that I could look into those eyes as she told me who hurt her like thi
Olive's P.O.V. I couldn't believe that Lucas had taken me here. I had no idea that he and Davis had stayed in touch since I last brought him here. The thought of him wanting to come and watch me fight, filled me with joy. He was supporting me even before all this. I feel stupid for not letting him in sooner than now. I can feel myself falling in love with him already, and it frightens me. I know the longer this goes on the more in love with him I'll fall. This is different from what I felt for Julius. It already feels so much more intense. I am frightened of how badly Lucas will break me if anything were to happen. "What'd you do to her?" Davis marched pasted me right to Lucas, ready to strike. In my excitement, I hadn't thought of how it might look like to come here with an already sweltering cheek. I raced after Davis, trying to save Lucas from the blunt force of one of his punches. "It wasn't him. I swear!" I yelled over the thundering music and yells of the enormous crowd.
Olive's P.O.V. "What are you doing?" I asked Lucas as his fingers slid into the waistband of my pants as he drove. "Pleasuring my Rose," he answered matter-of-factly, like this was completely normal. The thrill I was getting from this was greater than I thought it would be. His hand slipped further down my pants as he continued to drive, never once taking his eyes off the road. We headed back to my flat after having a heavy make-out session in the dingy old office. I knew I was still pretty wet from it, but Lucas didn't know until now. I saw his lips turn into that sexy, arrogant smirk of his. "My dear Rose, I didn't realize you'd be so wet for me already." His smirk widened at his comment. His finger slid inside me as Change by Deftones began to play in the background. My heart raced and my legs parted for him of their own accord. His finger began to slide in and out of me, just rubbing against the walls of my core. I couldn't hold back the moan from ripping through me, to h
Lucas' P.O.V. Rose had fallen asleep beside me, but not before filling my heart and ego to the brim. Her knight. I liked that she thought of me that way. I'd happily fight demons and dragons for her. Although, right now, the only demon around is her father. I'll hire a man to do some digging for me. Once I know why he's here I'll pay him a visit myself. I won't let Rose face him again. I opened her journal back up, picking up where I left off on her first day of freshman year high school. I liked seeing this side of Rose. I loved being able to read her innermost thoughts about her life, her friends, and her classes. It was like I was there with her. She was sharing a big part of herself with me by allowing me to read these journals, and I don't plan on letting her down. Dear future me, (Because who says dear diary anymore?) I hope you're doing better than me right now. This new school, although amazing academically, lacks in social etiquette. The girls are all bitchy and the bo
Olive's P.O.V. A pair of warm lips pressed against my forehead, woke me with a smile. I knew these lips well now, my knight was waking me. I felt his arms wrap around me, as he pulled me closer to him. He nuzzled his head into my neck, kissing my chest where his lips could reach. I've never woken up so happy before. I smiled widely, forgetting all about my cheek until I felt the sting again. "Good morning, my Rose," he whispered to me. "Good morning, my Knight." He kissed my neck this time, trailing down to my collarbone. His hand gripped my hip tightly. I loved the feel of his hand around my waist or on my hips. It always felt so possessive, and for some reason I really liked that. He ventured lower, until he was under the sheets. I giggled wondering what he was up to. "What are you doing?" I asked him. "About to have my breakfast," he replied. I felt his fingers hook into the waistband of my shorts and underwear. My heart accelerated with excitement at his words. I could alre
Lucas' P.O.V. Lucas: You on campus? Leo: Yeah, early class today. Lucas: So you're in class right now? Leo: Yeah, everything okay? Do I need to leave early? Lucas: No, everything is good. Just wanted to see what you were up to. I was hoping to have someone to hang out with. I also wanted to talk to him about the devil incarnate. He needs to know she's here. I should have checked in on her more. How did I not know she attended this university? Perhaps I can convince them to kick her out if I give the school a couple million dollars. I would pay a billion if I needed to. That bitch doesn't deserve to go to the same school that Leo goes to. I hadn't seen her since that night. Her face had my mind racing back to the memory of that room, of her on me. It was a memory I try to block out a lot, but it plagues me often. There is no getting rid of that. It's a scar in my brain, something that will never heal fully. All I can do is try to avoid her for now until I can get her out of this
Olive’s P.O.V. “We have to wait until he leaves, and then we can go in through the back. There’s a window that never locked and I’m pretty sure he never fixed it,” I instructed Daisy and Lucas. Little David sat in Abi’s car seat in the back, peacefully sleeping while we adults felt like we’d received adrenaline shots. Joe had called me yesterday to tell me that Daisy had showed up at his door. She’d lost my number but remembered where he worked. She had David in one arm with the other cradled to her chest, broken. According to Joe, and now I see for myself, she had a black eye and a cut on her eyebrow. I know dad is going insane searching for her and David right now. I was glad that she didn’t leave David behind the way mom left me. Of course, David is only a small baby, and maybe that’s why she couldn’t leave him. I know it will complicate things, but since Joe took her to the police station to press charges, it will make things easier on the David custody front. Lucas is hiring on
Olive’s P.O.V. **Song Suggestion: To Build A Home by Holly Henry** “Can I open my eyes yet?” I asked Lucas, feeling so impatient. I wanted to know what this surprise was. When we arrived home from our honeymoon, he said we had one stop before we were going to get Abi. I was ready to see my daughter, but he said this couldn’t wait. He tied a tie over my eyes. I’m pretty sure it was the tie he wore at the end of the aisle as he waited for me. I will forever remember that moment, when our eyes met and the rest of the world faded away. My husband. “Almost,” he said with his hands on my hips as he guided me. I could see cobble stone steps through the small slit left between my cheeks and the tie. Where are we? He finally stopped pushing me forward. I could feel him step around me and stand before me as he slid the tie off my face. My eyes squinted as they got reacquainted with the light. “I had this made for us when I found out you were pregnant. I used what I knew from your jou
Lucas' P.O.V. **Song Suggestion: Only You by Julia Westlin** I felt so antsy as I waited for my Rose at the end of the aisle. Everything looked spectacular, the flowers in the garden were vibrant and beautiful. Their floral scent was carried in the cool September breeze. Mom was holding Abi in her arms sitting in the front row before me. Abi's strawberry blonde hair was almost hidden behind the large white bow she sported. The white dress almost swallowed her whole, but she looked so adorable. My Rose bud has stolen my heart completely. She and I have late night talks as I work and rock her back to sleep. Her mother and she are everything to me. They are the sun that I revolve around, the lights of my life. I am the luckiest man on the planet. I know this, and right now I'm the luckiest man, waiting for his beautiful bride to emerge. The music began to play and everyone stood as Rose came into view. My heart stilled and raced all at the same time. My eyes misted as this moment too
Olive's P.O.V. "You need to sit, Rose. The doctor said to sit and elevate your feet. You're starting to swell around your ankles again," Lucas reminded me as I waddled around the flat trying to get last minute things together. The bassinet was put together and sat beside the bed. The bottles were sanitized and put away already. All the clothes were washed, folded and organized. My hospital bag was ready to go, along with Abi's. I packed her the cutest take home outfit. I love all the frills, laces, and colors on little girl clothes. Of course, I bought a shit ton of bows that are way too large for her head, too. I have those neatly organized as well. I still feel like I'm forgetting something, or missing something, but I'm not sure what. Daisy had my baby brother a few months ago, and according to Joe everything is still going well. It made me wonder if Dad really had changed, but then I remembered that he's dad and it's only a matter of time until his ugliness resurfaces. I hope
Lucas' P.O.V. I finally finished her journals from junior year of college. This was it. I was finally getting to her journals about me. At the beginning of all this, I wanted to only read the journals about me, but I'm glad that Rose made me work for it. I have such a better understanding of her now that I've read her innermost thoughts about her past. She was a cherry tomato red as she handed me these journals this morning. She asked that I not read them while she's awake. Her embarrassment was adorable, but completely unnecessary. She was currently asleep beside me, lightly snoring with her peacefully beautiful face. Rose is tired from interviewing around town, trying to find an engineering job for experience until the place she really wants is hiring again. I wanted to use my connections to help her, but she told me if I did, she’d be really mad at me. She wants to get her job from her own hard work. I find it very noble, but I wish she’d let me help. I placed my hand over our Ab
Olive's P.O.V.Olive: You're coming to my graduation, right?#1 Best Friend: I wouldn't miss it for the world.Ian's reply made me feel better. He and I hadn't spoken much since Christmas. I know he meant it when he said we were still friends, but he needed time to get over me. We text every now and then but it wasn't daily like it had been before Christmas. It made me a bit sad, but I know it's for the best.Hailey on the other hand, texts and calls multiple times a day and drops by every other day with something new. Yesterday it was a little red bracelet that looked like it was made of yarn. I'm meant to put this on our child when she's born. Hailey made me swear, so I did."I've been thinking a lot about what we should name our little Rose bud," Lucas said, as he rubbed his hands over my growing baby bump. He'd been reading my junior year journal of college. He's just a couple of journals away from the one he's been desperately wanting to read…his journal."Okay, what have you come
Olive's P.O.V. The morning sickness has been easing as time passes. I wake every morning and stare at the now outdated ultrasound pictures. Today we are going to a ultrasound place that does gender reveals. We'll get to see our little bean again. I wonder what it'll be? Boy or girl. "I can't wait to see my little bud again." Lucas smiled at me. I nodded, leaning against him, feeling the same excitement. "What do you think, boy or girl?" I asked him. "Girl. She'll be my little Rose bud." He nodded looking only at the ultrasound picture held onto the fridge by an old floral magnet. "I say Boy. He'd be my little knight," I countered with a smile. We walked hand in hand towards the shop that does the gender reveal. The place felt like an overly decorated doctor's office with pink and gold frills. They seemed to want to freeze their clients stiff as I froze my ass off waiting to be called. Lucas held me close, providing me with some warmth. About 15 minutes later we were called to f
Lucas' P.O.V. Christmas was more than I could have asked for. She had said yes, and despite Dad's threats, I've been on cloud nine ever since. I need to get back to work before Dad discovers I'm trying to marry Rose. I get the feeling he'd try to stop it by any and all means necessary. He doesn't need to know until it's done and over with. I won't put Rose, or my bud, through any unnecessary stress. "Good morning, my future wife." I kissed her forehead as I woke her. She says she's not a sleepyhead, but she most definitely is. "Today's the day." Sleep evaded me last night, even with Rose in my arms. I was too excited for today. It's our first doctor's appointment for our bud. We'll get to see our growing baby on an ultrasound today, and be sure of Rose's due date. I've been giddy all night. "Today's the day." She smiled as her eyes opened. That had been the fastest she'd ever woken up, aside from the time she had to bolt to the bathroom to throw up. She is excited too. I can only
Olive’s P.O.V.“Are you okay, my Rose?” Lucas asked as we finished cleaning up the place. Everyone was long gone now, but the evening was spectacular.“Yeah, I’m fine, just thinking,” I answered, grabbing a cup off the coffee table that had only been half drunk. The marshmallows had disappeared in the heat of the coco, leaving this sort of froth at the top.“What about?” He asked, taking the cup from my hands and washing it.“I think I need to read Ian’s letters,” I admitted, biting at my cheek. “I need to know what he said.”Lucas went silent, which only made me nervous. He turned the sink off, facing me. He dried his hands as he held my gaze. When he approached me, his eyes softened, feeling sympathy for me. He pulled me into a tight hug, kissing my forehead.“I’ll go see my mom for a little while. I am sure she’s still awake. Text me when you’re done,” he said, letting me go.“You don’t have to leave.”He shook his head no at me before speaking.“You should read them alone, Rose. I