Our Little Secret//lh

28 • who the fuck is mary?

Luke's p.o.v
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"You're getting flour everywhere."

"It's called artistic expression, my love—learn it, live it, love it."

"Barf." Meredith blinks at me a few times as she mixes up the pancake batter.

"Dummy." I flick her in the side of the head.

"Hey," she whines, sticking her bottom lip out to pout. I roll my eyes at her, "You're such a baby."

"Your baby." She corrects me before flashing that dazzling smile of hers.

"Of course you're my baby." I smile, leaning in to kiss her when my phone began to ring on the counter.

"Ouuu—saved by the bell—better get that, Commander Hemmo."

"Save that for the bedroom."

"Freak."

I quickly pick up my phone and head into the living room, "Hello?"

"Where the fuck are you dude?" Mikey asks from the other line.

"I'm with M— uh, Mary."

"Mary? Who the fuck is Mary?"

"You know how it is, Mike," I pause, laughing nervously, "What's up?"

"Well you and Meredith like fucking disappeared off the face of the earth yesterday and we haven't heard shit from you since. Have you talked to her at all?"

I snicker to myself, turning around and watching the girl-in-question standing on her tip toes to reach the top shelf. She was still in my flannel, only she rolled the sleeves up and buttoned it a few times. I could see her cute ass peeking from under the flannel as she reached for whatever she was trying to get. A view I could easily get used to.

"Nope. Can't say I have." I run my tongue against my bottom lip when she jumps up and finally reaches what she was after.

"Alright, well if you talk to her, tell her to give Ashton a call."

"Will do. Cya man."

I hang up the phone and head back into the kitchen, watching Meredith make perfect sized pancakes on the griddle. She looks up at me and smiles, "Coffee?"

"Always."

She pours me a cup, making it just how I like it before sliding it across the counter top.

"Thanks, Merebear."

"You're welcome, Hemmo."

"Hey, you better call your brother." I say before taking a sip of my coffee.

"You're right. I'll call him once you leave—I wanna spend as much time as I can with you."

My heart practically melts for the girl in front of me, flipping pancakes onto a plate for me before setting it down.

"I have some warm butter, powdered sugar and if you're feeling saucy," she pauses, retrieving a container from the fridge full of cut up strawberries.

"My favorite pancake toppings." She says it in a goofy way which makes me laugh.

"Thank you, babygirl—I appreciate you. Come here." I wave her over. She quickly shuffles over to me and pecks my lips gently. I smack her ass as she heads back around the counter to make herself some pancakes.

"So what do you think Ashton's gonna make us do today?" She asks as the griddle sizzles in front of her.

"Honestly, I don't know."

"Kayaking?"

"Can't drink while you're kayaking." I shake my head.

"How do you think his date went last night?" She asks, flipping a pancake to the other side.

"That's probably why he wants you to call him."

"Oh I didn't even think about that. He's probably wondering where the hell I am."

"Hopefully he doesn't come barging through that door." I chuckle, though I know it could very well happen at any moment.

Meredith plops down next to me after doing her pancakes up how she likes them. She cuts off a small piece and stuffs it into her mouth.

"So—your place or my place tonight?" She giggles.

"Depends if they're all going to bother us tonight or not."

"Seriously, they need a hobby—maybe they should start a band."

"Yeah right—like they have the responsibility for that."

"You could be in it to—you're like the glue." She bites her lip while she smiles back at me, batting her lashes a few times before taking another bite of her pancakes.

"Now you're using your noggin' " I ruffle the top of her head. She squints her eyes at me, "You messed up my hair."

"Oh, baby—it was already a mess."

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