Lockwood & Co. Weeping Woman

Chapter 17

Lucy's P.O.V

We recovered quickly. In about a week, everyone was ready to get back to work.

Chris, of course, would take a longer time to recover.

After a week of staying on the hospital, they went home to continue work.

Though it wouldn't continue the same as before. Specially for me.

I gained a lot of attention I wasn't used to. Holly was starting to treat me like we were good friends. Chris treated me like a little sister. Lockwood, however, may have treated me the most different out of everyone. It was good, considering that he loved me so much, but it did feel a bit weird.

But I wasn't complaining. I loved how he would kiss me at random points. I loved that he would compliment me do often. It boosted my self confidence.

The thing that was entirely new was his pet name he gave me.

"Love"

He called me love. At first it struck me as a bit odd as to why he would give me a nickname to begin with, but I let it be. I wouldn't stop him. To be honest, I thought it was cute that he gave me the nickname. I needed to come up with one now too.

I sat on my bed, in thought, paper in my lap. I held a pencil in mu hand ready to sketch what came to mind. I never thought I was a good artist, but I did it none the less. I wanted to get better.

There was a knock on my door.

"Come in." I called and set my pencil and paper aside.

"Hey Love." Lockwood strolled to my bed side and sat next to me.

I giggled.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"It's cute, but why do you call me that?" I looked over to him, smiling and giggling.

"What? 'Love'? I thought it was cute, like you." His cheeks dusted a light shade of pink as he scratched the back of his neck. I giggled again.

"Don't you like it?" He asked.

"I love it." I giggled as I moved myself closer to him. "Just like I love you." Two could play this cheesy love game.

He wrapped his arms around me and I snuggled close to him.

"So what brings you here?" I asked as I gazed into his dark, calming eyes.

"You." He stated.

I playfully shoved him. "Be honest with me." I demanded.

"Okay, Holly wanted me to get you because lunch it ready." He said with a monotone voice.

"Then let's get lunch! I'm starving!" I started to move away from him to leave the room. He pulled me back and held me close to him tightly.

"Lucy, promise me something." He instructed, his voice low and hushed.

"Yes?" My voice shook in worry. What was he about to ask?

"Don't leave me." His grip on me tightened a small bit. "I can't function properly without you. You mean far to much to me. Please... Don't ever leave me. I need you."

I looked up at him, and placed one of my hands on his cheeks. He looked back at me, and gently placed his hand over mine.

"I won't leave you. I promise. I love you." I told, then leaned close to him and connected our lips together.

My heart ached, but rushed. I knew why he had to ask me that. And I would tell him the same thing again if he asked it again. And again. And again. I would keep telling him that I'll always be there. He matters to much to me.