Sleeping With The Enemy (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Thirty Three

--Lucien's Point Of View--
"You do know that Emmmett needs a crown too, although you never wear it aside from very important events but if he's gonna be your king then this needs to be sorted" Vincent massaged his temples growing annoyed of my lack of attention towards the topic at hand.

"Not fancy, gold and red diamonds compliment Emmett's personality. His cloak should be shorter though, he hates stuff at his feet" I pointed to the photo matching gold embroidered sleeved cloak to mine that buttoned up with beautiful gold double breasted buttons but only dropped asymetrically from his hips to the back of his knees.

"What about talk of heirs or heiresses? I've never imagined a queen but damn look at England" He smirked tucking the photo into his planner sketching up a design of a crown.

"Vince, Would you ever forgive me for my betrayal?" I broke the ice and his eyes snapped up from his planner.

"I-I, we've been together all our life Lucien but that hurt a lot. I deserved a chance at a life to get married and have children of my own not wait on you twenty four seven, not that I hate my job or anything because some jobs the fértiles have are far worse than this" He cringed throwing his book back down onto the table.

"If I sacrificed myself to bring back Igneus, would you ensure that Emmett stays safe and treated well?" I leaned forwards staring bright into the dark brown of his eyes.

"No! Because I would NEVER allow it! Pissed off at you or not I would never wish that on you, you're my best friend for christ sake Lucien and I've came to like Emmett as well because of the fact he is the only one aside from me that can control you!" He stopped breathing heavily scowling dangerously down at me.

"Is there something you want to tell me Vince?" I smiled slyly leaning back in my chair.

"Aside from the fact that I am pregnant to a dead man, No." He let out a wavered sigh slumping back down into his chair burying his face in his hand trying his darn hardest to hold back any angered tears forming at his eyes.

"Hey, Come on Vince you can't cry like this, you're my rock man" I dragged my chair over to his side just as a tiny defeated sob broke out from behind his hands dropping the side of his head to my chest shoulders shaking with every sad tear "How long?"

"Two and a half months, I'm sorry" He choked out keeping his face buried among his palms in turn buried in the front of my jacket.

"It's fine Vince really. God you're almost halfway through and you virtually weigh nothing" I sighed rubbing my hand over his shoulder in hope to try and calm him down before he gave himself a migraine "You're coming to live with me for a while Vince, and I will get Igneus back not only for you but the two of you" I tightened my arm around his shoulder as he went completely silent.

"As much as I hate to ruin the moment, I'm going to be sick and hopefully not on you" He ducked skilfully under my arm and darted for the bathroom joint to my library. I decided to be courteous and pour him a glass of water and find an old package of anti-nausea pills that my dad used for when Iris was first conceived.

"Are you okay?" I asked cautiously standing outside of the door knowing that if I tried to stop him from being independant he would break my hand off.

"Yeah. It's fine" He croaked clicking open the door and leaning against the door frame clutching his stomach in discomfort now looking positively frail and ghostly faced lips stained a funny black from the special liquid we excreted when trying to heal.

"Drink and take this, You've seen my father's pregnancy. These are literally your saviour in pill form, they make it a little more bearable" I forced the glass into his hand and dropped the pill into his palm.