Olive's P.O.V.
It would seem that Lucas had done too good of a job distracting me this weekend and today that I all but forgot I was waiting to hear back from the doctor. You would think it would be the most prevalent thing on my mind. Do I have cancer? Yet somehow amongst the eventful and drama filled weekend I had forgotten all about it. Lucas seemed to notice that I had stopped moving. He approached me almost cautiously.
"What's the matter?" He asked.
"I missed a call from my doctor," I said with a shaky voice.
"Call her back!" Lucas' eyes widened in worry. He wanted answers too.
I decided to place it on speaker phone when I was placed on hold by the nice receptionist. The hold music somehow made me more nervous. I feel it should have the opposite effect. I chewed at my nail as I waited for her to pick up. Lucas seemed nervous too, only he was deadly still. All his nerves had rooted him to one spot and frozen him stiff.
"Hello, Ms. Brewer?" I heard my doctor's familiar voice on the other end.
"Yes, hello. I am so sorry I missed your call earlier," I responded.
"It's no trouble. I was calling about the results of your biopsy on the mass that was found in your breast. It is what's called a fibroadenoma. It is not cancerous. You won't need any radiation or follow up treatment aside form your regular screenings." The relief that swept over me was so powerful it made me tear up.
I am okay. I don't have cancer.
"Thank you so much!"
"Of course, this is news I am glad to give. I'll see you again in 5 months for a screening and don't forget your one week follow up with your surgeon." She reminded me.
"Yes, thank you!" My voice cracked with emotion.
"Goodbye, Ms. Brewer."
"Goodbye."
The moment I hung up the phone I was swept off my feet. Lucas held me close, spinning around with me for a moment. When he put me back down he immediately kissed me. It was kiss so loving that it made my knees buckle. I could feel every ounce of care he had for me in this kiss. He was happy for me. We both were. Finally, some good news.
"Rose, this is great! We need to celebrate."
"Depends on what you have in mind." I wasn't exactly up for partying on a Monday night.
"Leo, Hailey, Rachel, and Lisa all come over here and we celebrate together with food and some wine. Nothing wild, but something. Come on, Rose. Let me celebrate with you!" He pleased with those adorable puppy eyes he does.
Damn those eyes.
"Fine. I'll ask Hailey, but you ask everyone else." I pointed my finger at him. "Now let's go get my clothes."
Lucas drove me to my flat but as we rounded the corner I noticed dad's pick up truck parked in front. I ducked down so fast, I almost hit my head on the dashboard.
"That's his truck," I whispered to Lucas like my dad could hear me, even though I know he can't. Lucas' hands tightened around the steering wheel.
"We'll buy you some clothes for the week. Sorry, Rose. I know you hate shopping, but it's either that or we can go upstairs together. I can be by your side while you face your father, if you want."
"Shopping, definitely shopping." I blurted. You know it's bad when I pick shopping.
Lucas nodded, keeping his eyes on the road. I noticed he's actually a very safe driver. His eyes never leave the road, not for a second. He waits at stop signs for the full amount, making sure there are no cars coming. He even waits at a green light for a couple of seconds, just in case someone decides to run a red light. I feel very safe when Lucas is driving.
He grabbed my hand, squeezing it tightly as we drove past my flat. He took me to a small shop nearby, knowing I would not enjoy a mall in the least. We ventured inside finding some jeans, pants, and few cute shirts. Lucas then picked out some underwear for me, being goofy and shameless the entire time. He made me laugh with his antics and for the first time in my life I didn't mind shopping so much.
"Quit,, you're going to get us in trouble," I scolded him with a smile as I slapped his arm playfully.
He was playing with the mannequin, moving it's hand so that it was picking it's nose. He was being an idiot, but I know it was for my benefit. I was falling even more in love with him for it. He'd made me smile and laugh this time.
"I think I have everything I need," I said looking at the pile of clothes stacked in my arms.
"Did you get socks? You can't forget socks. Look these have little avocados in them. It's so cute." Lucas held a pair of sock with small cut avocados in them. His face was so damn adorable as he spoke about them.
"I forgot the socks. Give the cado socks."
He smiled placing them on top of my stack before taking the whole thing from me.
"Race you to the register," he said quicky before running off with all the clothes.
I chased after him, giggling as I ran. I haven't had this much fun shopping since I was a small girl. Mom has always made shopping trips better. Now it seems Lucas does.
We slowed as we approached the register, not wanting to get kicked out. We were now speed walking, trying to beat one another.
"I win,' he whispered to me as he placed the clothes on the checkout counter."
"I let you win," I lied.
He laughed that wonderful laugh of his as the cashier checked us out. She checked out more than just my clothes though, looking at Lucas often. She ignored me completely, even though the clothes was obviously for me.
"What do you think, love. Should we get married this month or next?" He asked.
My heart skipped, my face paled and my body froze. What did he just ask me?
"I mean I know I just proposed, but I can't wait to make you my wife," he pulled me close to him, leaning down and whispering in my ear. "Play along, Rose."
I realized it was for the cashier. He noticed her checking him out and he wanted her to know just how serious he was about me by concocting this story.
"This month, I want to be married before our child swells me like a balloon." I added that we were with child because why not. Lucas' smirk widen, liking the extra detail.
"Done," he nodded.
The cashier gave us our total with a blush on her face. She was embarrassed after our display. She handed me the receipt as we left. Lucas didn't let me pay for my clothes, despite my arguments. He used our false pretense to his advantage, saying his money will be mine anyway once we marry. My mind couldn't help but daydream about getting married. It was a thought for way down in the future, but talking about it now made me think about it. I wouldn't mind being married to Lucas.
"Thank you for making shopping fun for once," I did with a smile as he entered he sat in his driver's seat.
"It was my pleasure. Thanks for playing along with me."
"Oh, any time." I smiled. "I do have impeccable acting skills after all."
"Yes, indeed. Future Grammy winner here." He chuckled as he drove.
We drove back his place, singing along to his music. We had a lot of the same favorite songs. He introduced me to a few I didn't know that I ended up loving. I'll add them to my own playlist later. We grabbed my bags and headed to his apartment, but as we approached his door we noticed a person hunched over on the ground in front of his door.
Who is the hell is that?