Mending A Broken Heart

Chapter Thirty-One

Emily's Pov

"Luuuuuuke," I yell.

"Emilyyyyyyyy," he yells back. Luke has been here for the past couple of days. I still haven't talked to him about the nightmare. I want to forget it, but he deserves to know.

"Come help me please" I was currently trying to cook but couldn't reach a spice in the cabinet, and in two seconds I feel two hands around my waist. I spin in his arms and look up at him with a smile. He returns the gesture happily and leans down to kiss me. I pull away and push him playfully.

"Can you get that spice right there?" I say, pointing to it. He chuckles and reaches up to grab it with ease.

"You know you should teach me how to cook some more. The only thing I can make is pasta," he says, laughing. I laugh with him and nod.

"Sounds good to me," I say, getting out the vegetables I needed to chop up. I then began chopping the plants, but I cut my finger. I cry out in pain, and Luke is immediately by my side, grabbing my hand and taking my finger in his mouth, sucking the blood dripping down my finger. I wince as he takes it out.

"Okay, Edward, can you get me a Band-Aid pleases?" I ask jokingly. He gives me a grin and walks to the cupboard, getting one out. He carefully unwraps it and holds his hand out, indicating he wanted my hand. I give him my finger, and he wraps it up and gently kisses it like a mom would her child.

"You know I do love you, right?" he asks me, looking straight into my eyes. He's sitting on the counter opposite of the stove. I stir the things on the stove and turn around again. Keeping his gaze, I walk towards him. He gives me a lazy smile and pulls me toward him.

The way he looks at me makes me melt and feel safe. I wrap my arms around him and squeeze. I can't imagine life without him right now.