CLASSY MOTHERF*****S.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Overthinking

"You're awfully quiet, did something happen in the doctor's office?" Luke placed his hand on my knee, the other on the steering wheel as his eyes look at me from time to time.

I shook my head. "Don't worry, I'm fine-" I smiled to reassure him.

To be honest, I'm worried.

Dr. Chapman's word kept playing inside my head.

If you and your husband want to have a child and you using these pills is just a phase then I suggest that you don't drink it.

I know that its too early to think about having a child but, if me using this pills will give me a hard time in the future then I guess I should stop this.

Does Luke want to start a family with me?

Is this thing we have will last forever?

Luke loves me right? He wants to be with me and have kids and all, right?

Tate, stop it. You're over thinking again. You had nothing to loose. Stop it! Stop thinking about it! You'll be fine!

"Where do you want to eat?" Luke's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Uh, you choose. Let's eat wherever you want to eat." I smiled.

He nodded, "If you say so-" He took a hold of my hand and kissed the back of it, not letting go he placed my hand near his chest.

I focused my eyes on the road as we halt to a stop at every stop light. Its a good thing that its the time of day where there is no traffic.

All in all, I'm just worried after all.

We halt to a stop when Luke parked his car to the nearest lot.

We both climbed out and it took me by surprise when he laced our finger, slowly walking hand in hand. I wasn't used to us being what they call..PDA, most of the time we would just like to keep our feelings and affection towards each other privately. I wasn't used to people looking at us because of our not too vulgar actions.

I found ourselves in front of a very elegant looking Italian restaurant.

"Welcome to Bellisimo Italiano. How may I assist you?" A girl just same as my height exclaimed, she was wearing her uniform and her hair was neatly tied in a high bun.

"Table for two please-" Luke replied.

"Right this way, sir." The receptionist assisted us.

The place looked elegant inside, red table clothes, white roses as a centerpiece, chandeliers, crystal curtains and gold posts.

I started to feel intimidated, I wasn't wearing clothes fitted for this place. If only I knew, I could've just worn that damned dress and heels.

I sighed to myself as we take our seats.

Luke would give me worried looks but I would just mouth that its all good and I would give him a quick smile.

The waiter came in, prancing in our direction. He looked clean and neat.

"Can I take your order now, Sir? Madam?"

"What would you like?" Luke asked me as I skim down the menu.

"I uh-I don't know" I muttered, I have lost my appetite and I'm not hungry anymore. I just want to lay still in bed.

"Sir, if I may suggest, our chef's choice is remarkable for today." The waiter insisted.