Loving Lucian ✅

Chapter Thirty Four

Peyton James

He laid next to me and I moved to rest my head on his chest and rest my hand at his stomach. He put his arm around me and I tangled my legs that took up 60% of my body with his longer legs. I didn't want to tell him my reason for crying, he'd just give me this speech as to why I shouldn't worry about it.

It's just that I'm screaming at myself 'why are you going to him about wanting to have a baby when you don't even know if you'll live to have one'. I want a child, specifically a little girl, but I guess I can't fantasize about it until this Dean thing is over.

"Lucian?" I called softly with enthusiasm to convince him and myself that I'm in a fantastic mood.

"Hm?" I could tell he was thinking about me, that he felt guilty for basically crushing my dreams of starting a family.

"Remember when you asked me when I wanted to go to the Giant Causeway? Well I think we should go for our honeymoon, along with a pretty beach. I'd love that." I grin as I think about how I imagine our wedding day and draw figure eights along his chest with my forefinger.

"That's a great idea, Peyton. I'd love that too." I sense his smile, and I look up to gush over his adorable dimples.

"Good," I moved up to kiss his dimple and smile against his cheek. "I love your dimples. They make you even more adorable."

And that's all it took to redden his ears and cheeks too. "Stop, I am not adorable."

"Oh sorry, you're a man. They make you even sexier." His blush worsened and I giggle at his flustered sigh. "And I love when I get you like this. It tells me that I get to you like no one else can."

"Well you wouldn't be my one and only if you couldn't get to me."

"Yeah. I remember the first time I ever turned those ears of yours red. It was only because I called you out for caring about me. Then you kicked me out of your office out of frustration and I didn't care 'cause it was the best thing ever," I rolled away from him with a sigh as I stared at the stars that began to be covered by dark clouds. But it still looked beautiful. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." He says as faint music plays back at the festival. I turn on my stomach to look over the hump of the hill at the violins I hear. There are three people playing on the stage, and I recognize the lyric-less song being played. "I love that song." It was Perfect, by Ed Sheeran.

I sat up on my knees and tucked my short hair behind my ears. I looked to him, but up as I saw him standing, holding out his hand. I shook my head. "I can't dance."

"That's true. If you're around people, you dance like you didn't know you had limbs. If you're alone, you dance like you actually know what you're doing with your body. Come on, don't be scared it's barely dancing in my opinion."

I slap his hand at his making fun of the way I dance publicly before taking his hands. He pulled me up and he pulled me close to him, chest to chest, resting his chin onto my shoulder. I kept my hands at his broad shoulders as we swayed to the music and I recited every word to the song in my head.

Thunder boomed above us, and I glanced up at the dark clouds as a drop of cold rain fell onto my head. "Lucian, it's starting to rain–"