Look Who It Is (You Me At Six Fan Fiction)

Chapter 36

A/N; I don't own the pictures, but the car is obviously the car Lucie owns, and may or may not be the car I'd love to own... By the way, I have no idea where or how you ship a car so just go with it!

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"Papà!" I shouted, flicking paint right back at him, only to hit Max in the back of the head. I bit my lip and pointed at my father as soon as he turned around. "Father, how could you turn on my poor Maxy like that!" I tut'ed and shook my head.

Max and I officially moved in a few days ago, and only have the nursery and spare bedroom to finish. Obviously, the nursery will continue to be incomplete but the spare room was looking better than before.

"Lucie Lou! Don't start blaming me for your mothers aim!" He replied, covering his own back. Max shook his head at the pair of us while continuing to finish the rest of his wall. I smirked at dad before putting my finger in front of my lips, indicating him to stay silent. I dipped both of my hands in the pot, dripping all over the plastic covered floor and stood behind my fiancé. I smiled at myself before running my hands over his face and continued through his hair.

"You fucking bitch." He whispered, whipping around and walking around me. I smirked, knowing how much he loves his hair. I saw a hint of smirking on his face as he bent down, picking up the whole paint tin. He faced me again, readjusting the tin so it was in the perfect position to throw.

"You wouldn't?" I stated, having no protection to shield myself.

"Oh Lucie Lou, I would. I really would." He smiled sweetly before I felt the cold liquid come in contact with the whole of my body. "Oops, looks like I just did." I heard him say, as I flicked my hands around so I could wipe my eyes. I opened them to see Max standing there with his phone held up, just like my father was.

"Smile!" Dad laughed, hearing their camera noises go off.

@Maxmeatsix: Looks like @MissLucieGreen enjoys painting a little too much!

I ran at them both and wrapped my arms around their necks, squeezing slightly. I pushed my body as close as I could to theirs. Dad tried to push me off while Max tried to pull away. I smiled and stepped back to see my work of art.

"You are no longer my daughter." Dad stated, attempting to hide a small smirk with hanging his head and shaking, getting back to his wall.

It was all officially coming together nicely, it's literally our dream house. It was basically in the middle of everyone's location, but we're still out of the way in which we wanted. We ended up buying the 4 bedroom instead of the 3, purely on Max hinting towards wanting more children. Obviously, I only accepted to the bigger house if I got to choose the colour schemes for each room.

Our bedroom had a red, black and white scheme to it; a solid black glitter wallpapered feature wall, with the remaining walls being white, with glossy black furniture and red accessories, like cushions and pictures. I must admit, this room and our bathroom is my pride and joy. Our on-suite had the carry on theme of black and white, with red accessories. Obviously, I couldn't help but have a walk in wardrobe, which I've missed so much, it's heaven. It was beautiful.

The main bathroom had a mint colour scheme with white furniture and accessories in, with the walk-in shower being the main focus point. The completed spare room had the colour scheme of pale blue with wooden furniture, while the incomplete spare room will be the same but a pale green instead. My studio was nice and simple and kept with the white theme with splashes of odd colours here and there.

The kitchen's theme was deep purple and white, with wooden flooring. The main furniture was the purple shade with the accessories being white and the electrics being silver. I even managed to have the exact same set up as my old kitchen in Italy, with the island being in the middle with the stools tucked underneath. The dining room had a solid blue wall with the rest being white, with the table being glass and chairs being white. We couldn't help but have a 'memories wall' which contained pictures of us as a child, to our school life to our current memories. It was my favourite thing Max had suggested in a long while. The play room was linked to the room by a sliding glass door, with toys and beanbags already for the little arrival. The room was the same as my studio with it being all white with splashes of colour.