Lucaya One Shots

Stop Sign

Lucas' POV

As we left dinner that we had with some baseball colleagues of mine. Maya ignored me and no matter how many times I tried to have a conversation with her she pretended she couldn't hear me and I was starting to realise that I had probably done something wrong.

"Look I'm sorry, Just tell me what I did wrong !" I begged her.

"Wait, you don't even know what you did." She yelled. "Pull the car over!"

"No, why would I? Tell me what I supposedly did so I can understand."

"STOP...THE...CAR!!" She screamed opening the door while I was still driving.

'Eeeeeekkkkk!!!' I stopped the car.

"What is wrong with you?" I asked her more angry than ever. She just looked at me and got out the car into the street and as usual I followed.

"Get in the car Maya!" I shouted down the road.

"No, just leave me alone." She stuttered as she got further and further away from me.

"Please just come back, I'm really sorry for what I did." I said making her turn and face me.

"I just want you to know what you did, I don't want to have to tell you." She replied looking exhausted.

"Please just tell me?" I pleaded.

"You let them call me fat." She said looking glum.

"Who did I let call you fat?" I asked completely puzzled.

"That baseball player and his wife. She said that I was massive." She started sobbing. But I couldn't help but laugh.

"Why are you laughing at me?" She sobbed again.

"Honey, you're pregnant. You're supposedly to be fat." I giggled like a school girl.

"Yeah but all the other wives are tall and skinny and models and I'm a fat artist." She explained.

"Is this what it's about? Just because they look different to you." I asked her.

"Yes, did you just not hear  what I said." She wiped away a tear.

"Look their all stick skinny and pretty but in couple of years when the guys retire most of them will get bored and move onto someone else. But  your loyal, creative, funny, a bit sarcastic and you love me for me and that's what makes you different. Your not pretty like them Maya... Your beautiful."

"You really think so?" She asked me getting Goggly eyed.

"I know so!" I whispered as I put my arm around her leading her back to the car.

"I'm still short though?" She whined

"Yep."

"You're supposed to tell me that to you I'm not short." She moaned.

"No cant do that! You'll always be my short little stack of pancakes." I teased her as I opened her car door. When we drove away all I could think about was how much I hated hormones.

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