Olive's P.O.V.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Lucas asked from the other side of the bathroom door.
"I'm fine, go away. I don't want you to hear me puke," I said with my head hanging over the toilet.
I woke up feeling very nauseous this morning. I attribute it to the hot dog I ordered yesterday. Never order the hot dog. I know that.
"Rose, let me in. I don't care about that," Lucas begged from behind the locked door.
"No way, it's disgus-" my sentence was cut short by my vomit.
The nausea faded lightly after I had spilled the contents of my stomach into the toilet. I flushed, rinsing my mouth out in the sink before brushing my teeth. I opened the door to find a very worried Lucas.
"I'm fine. It's probably just that hot dog I ate."
"Lay back down. I'm taking care of you today," he commanded, making me smile lightly.
I loved it when he took care of me. I did as he said, because being in bed sounded nice, especially with this nausea. Lucas brought me crackers, ginger ale, and water. He had me lay down as he unpacked his things, making this his home too. It was crazy to me that this was our home now, but God if I wasn't so extremely happy about it.
"How are you feeling now?" He asked me, when he finished unpacking all his clothes.
"Better, thankfully."
The nausea had died down quite a lot thanks to the crackers. The ginger ale seemed to help too. Lucas kissed my forehead tenderly, sitting beside me in bed.
"Good, now stay resting, and tell me what you like to do when you're feeling sick," he demanded. I could tell he was asking because he wanted to do just that for me.
"Eat chicken broth, and watch movies. I like to watch romance movies, or animated family movies."
"Sounds perfect. I'll be right back," he said, jumping off the bed and running down the stairs towards the kitchen.
The smell of broth in the air let me know he was warming it up for me. It was a comforting scent, bringing me a nostalgic feeling. I watched him through the railing, smiling at the fact that he was mine. I know that I am very lucky to have Lucas. I am not sure what I did to get a guy like him, but I am glad it happened.
"Here you go, my Rose." He gave me the warm bowl.
He didn't come lay down next to me like I thought he would. Instead, he set up a projector and hung a white sheet a couple feet away from the foot of the bed. He turned on the projector, showing a romantic movie on it before coming to lay beside me. I drank my broth and watched the movie with him happily. He held me close once I finished eating. Everything felt right in this moment.
"I have some bad news," Lucas sighed.
I sat up so fast, it caused floaties in my vision as my head spun for a moment.
"What's wrong?" I asked worriedly.
"I have to go on that cabin vacation with my mom, and Lisa during Thanksgiving break. Lisa chose the dates. I'm so sorry, Rose." He sounded so sad as he spoke. He couldn't even look at me.
I grabbed his face, making him meet my eyes. I kissed his nose and smiled down at him.
"Don't be sorry. It's important you spend time with your mom. Enjoy every moment of it with her. I'll be fine. I think that maybe I'll drive back home and take the chance to check in on my dad's girlfriend and the baby." I think that would be a good idea. I definitely don't want to be here alone now that I know what it's like to have someone by my side always.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" He asked, probably worried about me seeing my dad.
"Yes, I'll be fine. I won't stay with him. I'll stay at a hotel around town. I kind of miss the place." He didn't seem convinced by my words though, still holding a deep concern in his eyes. "I promise, I will be okay. I won't go to his house when he's home. I'll go to check on the baby, and then stay out of his way. I'll avoid his hangouts and his house when he's there. I know how to handle my dad. I've been doing it for a long time." I reminded him with a gentle pat to the cheek.
"Just be careful, Rose. I don't need you getting hurt again."
I nodded my head, remembering the hard sting on my cheek the last time I saw my father. I swallowed down the emotion, laying back down beside Lucas. I let his hold relax me again. As usual his arms carried my troubles away, allowing me to nap on his chest. When I woke up he was deeply immersed in my sophomore year journal.
"What part are you on?" I asked him, startling him just the slightest as he hadn't noticed me wake.
"You just went laser tagging with Ian for the first time. Of course, he let you win." Lucas shook his head. I really think he's developing a deep seeded jealousy of Ian which is not very healthy.
"Uh, he didn't let me. I won fair and square, thank you very much." I stuck my tongue out at him, making him laugh.
"Sorry, my mistake. You totally won fair and square."
"That's right." I straddled him on the bed, grabbing the journal from his hands and placing it on the bedside table.
"I was reading that." He smirked at me.
"I have something better for you to do."
I leaned forward, kissing those delicious lips of his. My teeth caged his bottom lip, sucking on it as I pulled back from his face. My hands slid up his torso until they landed on his face. I gripped at his jaw, bringing him closer to me. His hands grabbed my hips, holding them tight as I continued to kiss him hungrily. My tongue explore his mouth as he did the same.
His hands trailed up my back to my bra strap, unclasping it in one smooth move. My shirt was shot off me and thrown to the side without a care. Our clothes were shed quickly as we continued to kiss. My body was hungry for him, as it always is. The feeling and need to have him in me have not died down this past month. In fact, I dare say it's grown.
Lucas grabbed my legs dragging me to the edge of the bed. He didn't waste time entering me, pumping in me quickly. He licked from my navel up to my neck as I arched my back in pleasure. He licked at my neck next, sucking on it enough that a mark will appear there tomorrow. When he was satisfied there he trailed down to my breast. He left a few marks on me, littering my torso. The possessiveness of it had me feeling more pleasure than I thought it would.
"You're all mine, Rose," he whispered in my ear.
He placed the back of my knees on the inside of his elbows, holding them up to my chest, essentially turning me into a ball. This position granted him deeper access into me, intensifying the pleasure that pulled inside me. I moaned loudly, only causing him to take me faster.
"Yell my name, Rose." He gripped onto my ass, spreading my cheeks apart. Not exactly sure why, but it made my pleasure escalate until I felt ready to burst.
"Fuck, Lucas!" I yelled as I came over him.
"Fucking perfect," he told me, before kissing me so lovingly as he came deep inside me. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing you yell my name."
I blushed as he said that, making me feel a little self conscious of the way I say his name in the midsts of my orgasms. I know he's always liked it, he even named himself that in my phone. The man that makes you scream. There's no lie there.
"Good, because I can't seem to stop screaming it when you fuck me the way you do." I admitted.
"Round 2?" He asked.