the duchess

will you marry me?

-will you marry me?-
-10-

"What do you say? Make me the happiest guy in the world and marry me?"

-a few hours earlier-
luke's pov

"GAH!" I shout as I turn in bed and see another person in my bed.

"What the hell Lucas! What the actual hell!" Carrie groans, rubbing her eyes as she sits up. "I've been sleeping in here since January you asshat"

"Sorry, you're usually up and awake when I'm waking up" I groan, rubbing my shoulder.

Carrie gets up and out of bed, rolling her eyes at me before walking over to the huge walk in closet across the room. "We have that speech today. Got it... honey" She calls out.

I roll my eyes before closing then to go back to sleep. Suddenly, my face is being smothered by a pillow. "Go to sleep" Carrie hisses, suffocating me lightly.

I start whacking the wall behind my bed, making a noise to the people next door. "Ca-rrie" I groan, pushing her off.

She starts laughing as my door flings open. "What the hell you guys! I thought someone was dying" My guard shouts, letting out a groan.

"Sorry sir. It won't happen again" Carrie beams, straightening her dress.

"Sir? With respect ma'am, you're older than me" He laughs, leaning against the door frame with crossed arms.

"Whatever Molina, I'll see you around. Tell West he's expected in- " Carrie looks down at her wrist, realizing she doesn't have a watch on. "He's expected soon" And with that, Carrie struts out the room.

Carlos rolls his eyes as she walks by. "Get out of bed Lucas, Mrs.Lawson had to take today off so-"

"Where's Morgan?" I ask, walking into the closet as Carlos stays by the door.

"Well, seeing as her due date is two weeks away, she decided to take work off early" He shrugs, kicking the door closed with his heel.

I nod and grab a dress shirt and tie. "Does this scream 'I'm forced into a marriage I don't wanna be in and am about to tell you?'" I chuckle, holding it up over my shirtless chest.

"Very much your highest" Carlos nods, falling back onto my bed with a small bounce.

He lets out a small groan, holding his lower abdomen. "Hey, you good?" I raise an eyebrow as I get changed.

Carlos looks up almost panicked. "Uh-um... er- Just a stomach ache" He mumbles after stuttering over his explanation. "Yeah, my stomach hurts. Definitely just a normal stomach ache"

I toss him a bottle of Naproxen. "I'm sure this might help. Maybe... what kinda stomach ache?"

His eyes light up as he catches the bottle. "Oh my god yes! I mean uh- I'm sure this'll help... maybe" He shrugs, taking the water bottle off my bedside table and taking two of the blue pills.

I don't even protest hun drinking from my water bottle, not like I haven't kissed him before-

"So, how've you been liking the living quarters here?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"How brutally honest can I be?" He asks.

"Totally honest"

"I hate it. Amaranth is so strange with technology and shit, some things are old fashioned while other things are modern. Like my clothes look like they're from the eighteen hundreds but we have phones and all that modern American shit" He rambles, moving his hands in circles as he talks.