I hope you guys are enjoying the journal entries. I promise they are important. I hope you don't feel I'm dragging the story out.
Lucas' P.O.V."This is it!" Rose said, practically jumping in her seat.We pulled into another abandoned warehouse and I began to wonder how Davis found these places. Obviously, this must be highly illegal by the way they switch places and have guards, but yet I don't feel like some criminal. This is something Rose loves and I love watching her do it."You ready?""So ready!" She yelled, before covering her mouth with wide eyes. "Sorry, I'm just really excited.""Don't be sorry. I love it." I leaned forward kissing her soft lips tenderly. "Let's go win!" I raised my eyebrows at her, making her smile and nod.We headed in, running into Carter outside the door."Twinkle Toes! Wasn't sure if we would be seeing you or not. Glad to know you chose to stay." He hugged her tightly."Careful not to kill me," she heaved as he squished her."Oh, my bad. I forget how delicate you are despite your badass fighting skills." He smiled. Carter seemed to have the warmest smile of all, only making him b
Olive's P.O.V. "You look too good to go out." Lucas whispered in my ear by our front door. "Whatever, says the one who's too hot for his own good." I rolled my eyes at him. We were heading out to meet Leo, Lisa and Rachel –who had come into town again. We decided to try the new nightclub that just opened up. It's supposed to be hard to get in to but Lucas and Leo's money made that an easy problem to solve apparently. "Are you going to dance with me all night, Rose?" He asked me as we headed to the car. "Maybe or maybe I'll dance with Lisa or Rachel too." I winked at him, teasing him in my own way. "Fine then when you dance with them I'll dance with Leo. It'll be too hot for you to resist and you'll come begging me to dance." He joked. "Oh, I'd actually really like to see that." I laughed, wondering if Leo would ever agree to that. Probably not. "Consider it done then." He winked at me again before pulling out of our parking spot. The air was cold with winter rolling in. I won
Olive's P.O.V. I don't understand what compels a man to hit a woman. Is it the fact that they like to prey on the weak? Do they get pleasure from it? Is there no real remorse? "I'm here for Lisa," I told the man sternly, wiping that smile off his face completely. "She's not here." He crossed his arms, noticing the guys around me now. "I know she's not. I'm here to deliver a message from her to you. Or really from me to you." I punched him right in the throat, making him step back into the apartment, allowing us to enter. Carter closed the door behind him, locking it to the man's horror. The guy here his neck as he coughed profusely. He looked at me furiously as he pulled his fist back. I avoided his obvious punch, returning one of my own to his diaphragm. He let out of breath with groan. I beat the shit out of him, punching him, kicking him in the groin. "If you so much even look at Lisa again, I'll let these two handle you next time. Maybe you'll realize not all women are punchi
Olive's P.O.V. It seems things come faster when you're dreading them. Tonight was Lucas' last night before he leaves for his cabin trip. We decided to spend the day together just the two of us. There was a lot of fucking…and I mean a lot. He said he wanted to get his weeks worth and that when he came back he'd do it again. My legs were completely useless to me right now, having been ravished by the sex god I get to call my boyfriend. We were talking about small silly things on the couch now. Trivial matters that kept the conversation going and light. We were trying to stay happy and positive, even though it felt like Lucas was taking a piece of me with him. I know I'm being dramatic, it's only a week, but still. It's a week and we haven't been apart since his accident. It's almost been two months now. It's a big difference when you go from seeing someone every day to not at all for a week. "Favorite memory?" He asked me. "That's a hard one," I said, tapping my finger on my chin as
Olive's P.O.V. I woke up throwing up again. I hate stomach bugs, especially when I have a long drive ahead. I'll probably have to pull over a lot more if I continue to stay nauseous. This better stop before Thanksgiving because I refuse to not feel well enough to eat Hailey's family's cooking or Leo's for that matter. I grabbed my suitcase and headed towards the amazing car mom left me. She made sure I was taken care of before she left, maybe as her way of making up for those long years without her. I threw the suitcase in the trunk, before taking my seat. I had to adjust the driver seat, since Lucas drove last. I wish he was driving me now. Maybe next time I go, I'll take him with me and he can see where I liked to hang out. I started the playlist I created this morning for the road trip. It was a mixture of energized music and soft melancholy tunes. I wanted to wallow in missing Lucas, but also needed to not get tired. I forget how beautiful the drive home can be with the foliage
Lucas’ P.O.V. My sweet Rose arrived in her hometown a little while ago. She had been sending me texts all day about what she was up to. I snapped a picture of the hot chocolate I was drinking beside the fire with Lisa, sending it to her with a smile. Rose: You have hot chocolate, but I have joe. She replied with a picture of a cup of coffee and a big burly tattooed man that looked like he could butcher people for a living. Rose has some interesting company. Lucas: Should I be worried? Rose: Ha! No way. Joe’s my mom’s ex, my tattoo artist and my therapist all in one. You'll meet him when we come here together. I smiled, knowing she wanted me to come with her next time. I liked that she wanted to introduce me to others. She's not afraid to show me off. Lucas: And when will that be? I'm not a very patient man, you know. Rose: How about the week after championship? Lucas: Sounds perfect. I miss you. I'll let you focus on Joe now. Rose: I love you Lucas: I love you too. Rose: I
Olive's P.O.V. After talking with Joe for most of the afternoon. I decided to head to the bookstore. The one, that according to Joe, dad's girlfriend works at. He told me her name and described her in Joe terms. "Blank skin, very plain. She's got a long neck that could use some free birds. Dark hair, and a round face that screams innocence. She's young too." He told me. So now here I am, stepping inside some book shop to spy on dad's girlfriend. I wonder if she even knows about me? Has she seen any pictures of me. There was only one that hung on our walls. Any that had mom in them had been burned away when I turned 12, leaving just one hanging frame of me when I was a baby, sporting a big toothless grin. I don't think she'd be able to recognize me from that picture, even if she had seen it. I grabbed a book off a display table, flipping it and looking interested in it as I eyed the dark haired woman behind the counter. Her name was Daisy according the name tag. She had a round face
Olive's P.O.V. I felt antsy as I paced the room, knowing Ian would be coming here soon. I stared at my phone to see Lucas' contact. Why do I feel almost guilty for running into Ian? I didn't invite him over or initiate the conversation. Hell, I tried to get away. Olive: You won't believe who else I ran into today. I decided to text him about it. Then it won't feel like such a bad thing, right? My Knight: Hmm, let's see. A high school bully who saw you today, and questioned their life decisions? His answer made me let out a laugh. Olive: No, although, it would feel amazing to rub my life in some people's faces. I smiled as I texted. My Knight: I give up then, who did you run into? Olive: Ian. He was at the bookstore when I was spying on my dad's girlfriend. I sent the first message typing out the second when my phone started to vibrate in my hand. Lucas was calling me, no longer interested in texting about this…he wanted to talk. My heart raced with worry, making me feel like
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