Loving Lucian ✅

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Lucian Montenegro

"Good morning, my favorite soon to be husband." She chirped, wrapping her arms around my shoulders from behind when she entered the kitchen.

I smiled, not looking away from my phone and emails. "I'm your only soon to be husband."

"Which makes you my favorite." She plucked a strawberry from my breakfast and I was just used to it at this point. "Morning, Amos." She grinned at him, and I tuned out their conversation.

She had been officially living with me for a day, as in if she were to leave abruptly, she wouldn't have anywhere to go except for her parents' house and my penthouse is now on a legal document under both of our names.

I turned toward my future wife with a larger smile, but it faltered a little at her only wearing one of my shirts and boxer shorts. "What, are you not working today?"

"You said on the plane that I could have the day off." She said, giving me a kiss on the lips in greeting, as she forgot to when she first came in.

"I don't remember saying that." I shook my head.

"Well you said it kind of out of the blue in the middle of your dozing off. I said no, but you said that it was an order so I said 'okay bossman' and now plan on not doing anything today. You talk crazy when you're stressed and tired." Amos set a glass of orange juice on the counter for her and she smiled and took a sip.

"Oh. Did I say why I gave you the day off?"

"Uh, I think you said something about me being too stressed and worried over Dean and getting married." She said, randomly twirling in her fuzzy mix matched socks.

"Hm, that's actually a good idea. Yeah go ahead and take the day off. No work whatsoever for you, I'm taking care of all of it." She stopped making me dizzy and looked at me like I was insane.

"Lucian, I don't think—"

"Peyton. Throw me a bone and just let me take care of my company without my PA today. If I couldn't handle it, I wouldn't be telling you to do this. But I love you and want you to relax today. It's good to get it out today so I don't have a stressed bride when our wedding day comes."

Then she frowned deeply, fidgeting with her engagement ring again. "If I agreed to let us get married in the fall wouldn't that mean that either we get married in November or this month, or we get married next year in October or November? So we either wait too long, or not long enough."

I grimaced, surprised I didn't think about that. "Then let's get married next month. I want you mine as quick as possible."

"I'm already yours." She giggled. "But my maman is a world event planner and an interior designer, and you think that us getting married in the next month is going to be enough time for her to get emotional and get this entire thing together? Not that I'm going to let her, she's too sick, but still, she'll try."

"Well that's why my mother loves you just as much as her own son. Maybe more, depending on her mood. And plus she's an expert, she's been married three times."

"She's been married three times?" Wow that's a shocker.

"Wow, I'm surprised you didn't know on account of you spending more time with her than my father does, and they're together all the time. Yes, she has. Back in España which in her time the age limit for marriage began with—"