Olive's P.O.V.
Cat and I finished making breakfast, and brought it out to the dining room. I felt the awkward tension between Lucas and Ian as I entered. I was hoping they'd hit it off, but it seems to be taking longer for them to get along than I would like. Lucas met my eyes with a smile, causing my heart to flutter. He pulled a chair out for me and I sat happily. Lucas waited until I made my plate before making his own. He was being more than courteous. Breakfast was awkward at first, but once Donald entered it became a big social event.
He helped make Lucas feel welcome and ease the tension around us. I was thankful he was here. We all sat around taking and laughing with empty plates in front of us for a while. I felt so extremely lucky at the moment until the bacon grease hit me and I had to bolt for the bathroom. I felt Lucas and Ian chasing after me in concern.
There goes my delicious breakfast.
I felt Lucas hold my hair and rub my back again. I hated that he was seeing all this nastiness, but I was grateful for his presence and soothing touch.
"I'm sorry, Rose." Lucas let out a sad sigh as I flushed the toilet and saw my food swirl away.
"It's okay, it's not your fault," I said, turning the sink on to rinse my mouth.
Ian hung in the doorway of the bathroom as his kind blue eyes watched me, assessing me with concern. He stepped closer, itching to touch me, but restraining due to Lucas' presence.
"Isn't it?" Lucas arched a brow. I mean, yeah, in a way it is, since he got me pregnant, but that's on me too.
"Eh, it's as much your fault as my own." I shrugged at him. He sighed, pulling me close and kissing my forehead again.
"Are you okay, Red?" Ian asked stepping further into the bathroom.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about that." I blushed, hating that he saw me throw up too. I don't like people seeing me be sick, especially stomach sick.
"Want some nausea medicine. I think mom has some somewhere," Ian offered, as he opened the medicine cabinet and began to rummage through it.
"No, I'm fine. Honest." I'm honestly not sure what kind of medicine you can take while pregnant, but I know there's a lot you can't. I'm still feeling guilty for drinking and fighting this month.
Shit fighting!
I won't be able to do the championship. My blood ran cold and my heart rate spiked as I thought of Davis. He's going to kill me for getting pregnant so young. Forget my dad, the person to be worried about telling is Davis!
Lord, help me!
"Jesus, Red, you're pale. Sit down." Ian pulled me from Lucas, lifting me and placing me on the counter.
Lucas stepped forward, grabbing my hand again. He seemed worried too.
"Should we go to the doctor?" Lucas asked me, unsure of what to do.
"No, it's fine. I'm fine. You guys are worrying too much."
"Red, you threw up and you're as white as a sheet now. That's not fine."
"Oh for God's sake. I threw up because I'm pregnant, and I'm apparently one of the unlucky few that get terrible morning sickness." I blurted at Ian. "I'm pale because I thought of having to tell Davis." I looked at Lucas when I spoke that time, seeing him start to pale as well.
"Fuck, I'm dead," Lucas murmured under his breath.
Ian was silent as he stared at me for a long while. He then wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight, pressing me against him. It was like he was trying to enfuse himself in me with how tightly he held me. I could feel the love pouring out of him and it made my chest tighten.
"Congratulations, Red. You're going to make a fantastic mother." He pulled back as he spoke, staring deep in my eyes. "I'll let mom know you're fine." He ran off, but not before I saw a tear slide down his cheek.
Why is he crying?
"How long do you think I should hide for, after we tell Davis?" Lucas asked, holding his chin in a playful way as he thought. He made me smile and suppress a laugh.
"Years, my Knight, years."
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The familiar cold air and scent of iron filled my lungs as we entered the tattoo shop. Joe was in his usual spot, hovering over some woman who was getting the cliche tramp stamp on her lower back. You'd think it would be outdated by now, yet here she was getting a butterfly.
"Joe, your pet is here," Vicky yelled back from the counter, irritating me greatly with her choice of words.
"Watch it, Vicky, my pet, as you call her, bites when provoked," Joe warned with amusement. I smirked, feeling smug that he would warn people about me. "Be with you in a minute, kiddo."
Lucas and I took a seat in the chairs by the door. The leather coated cushion sank with a whiff of air as I parked my bottom on it. I watched Joe finish the butterfly on the woman's back with his tongue curled out as he focused. His tattooed muscles contracted as he finished the fine details. When he was done, he bandaged her, and left her to check herself out. He made his way towards me with his usual serious expression.
"What can I do for you, Cherry Bomb?"
"Wanna have lunch? Got a few things to talk with you about."
"I'm guessing this is the new boyfriend?" He pointed to Lucas with a raised brow.
"Yeah, it is." I smirked, with a blush.
"Then let's go." Joe seemed like a hungry wolf and Lucas was the little bunny he was ready to chase and eat. I felt a bit bad for him, but maybe we can think of this as the test run for telling Davis.
We headed out, and went right next door to Jumping Jay's. The waitress came around and took our order quickly. There was a lunch rush, but they were efficient in getting our food to us quickly.
Maybe I won't throw up this time.
"Start talking," Joe said with his elbow on the table and his eyes on his food. He stabbed his food with his fork rather aggressively before looking at Lucas.
"Um, I'm Lucas?" He said, unsure of what he is meant to say. I chuckled lightly. I didn't mean to, but it was kind of funny to me how many people are intimidated by Joe when he's secretly a little teddy bear.
"Just tell him whatever comes to mind. Doesn't even have to be about you. He'll get a feel for who you are that way." I explained. Lucas nodded, but I could tell he still wasn't comfortable.
"Do you ever wonder how your parents felt when they found out they were pregnant with you? Like, do you think they were elated? Or do you think maybe they were sitting at a table staring at the positive test like it was the worst news of their life? I think my parents were the latter, but that doesn't mean they were good parents." Lucas started as he rolled his brussel sprouts around the plate with his fork. "Being a parent is more than just accepting the news and being happy about it. It's making sure that you're there for your kid, that they feel loved. It's making sure you're setting a good example for them to follow. That they know they can come to you with their problems and you'll be there to help. Kids need their parents, and sometimes some kids aren't that lucky. I want to make sure that I'm a father that's good to their kids. I don't have the best role model in that regard, but I won't let that stop me."
I felt my eyes start to mist over at his words. An image of him holding our child with a bright smile flooded my mind. I never thought of how he would feel becoming a parent, about how his trauma would affect that. He has a lot to overcome. We both do, but we'll do it together. We'll do it for our child, become better versions of our parents. I took his hand, feeling overly emotional. I squeezed it, meeting his eyes to see the sadness in him. He wants to do good, to be good.
"You're pregnant, aren't you?" Joe asked me with a knowing look.
"Yeah," I sighed, readying myself for a lecture.
"I better be the one you take him to for his first tattoo. Or her." He shrugged. That was all he had to say on the matter.
"Sure thing, Joe. Don't fuck up my kid though."
"When have I ever done you wrong?" He arched a brow, taking offense.
"Never." I smirked.
Joe and Lucas talked more. Joe asked him about his tattoos and their meaning, which were things neither of us had asked each other. He had two for Ivy and three for John. Ivy's first one was done when she was alive. It was a leaf from an Ivy with a water droplet in the center. The second one for her was on his arm along with John's, they are black roses tied together with a halo over them and wings around. John's first tattoo was a best friend one they got together as teens. His was a crescent moon with John's name on it, and John's had been the sun with Lucas' name. They added onto it when they got older. Lucas added stars and wrote Leo's name in one. John added clouds and had Leo's name in one as well. I liked knowing these things about him.
God, we still know so little about each other.