Forever (Book 3) [l. hemmings]

Chapter 14

Victoria's P.O.V.

"Luke!" I giggle.

"What?" Luke asks.

"Can you put me down?" I beg.

"No. I'm just trying to take care of my new wife." He replies.

"Just because I don't feel well doesn't mean I can't walk." I mutter.

"But I love you." He says, putting me down on the sofa.

"I love you too Luke." I smile.

"Now, what do you wanna do?" He asks, sitting next to me.

"Cuddle?" I reply.

He smiles, pulling my close.

I rest my head on his chest and he presses his lips to my forehead.

He sighs, "You know, you better not be really sick. Because if you get me sick I swear.."

"You'll be fine, I'm not really sick, I just feel a little weird and have stomach pains." I tell him.

He takes my hand in his, smiling as he plays around with my fingers.

"What are you doing?" I chuckle.

"I don't know." He replies.

"Well what are you thinking about?" I ask.

"I- nothing." He quietly says.

"Luke.."

"It's nothing." He mutters.

I sigh, "Babe.."

"Vic, it's nothing, okay?" He says.

"Okay." I reply, closing my eyes.

Groaning, my hands move to my stomach.

"Fuck.." I whine.

"Baby, you okay?" Luke asks.

He notices my hands clutched to my stomach and he gives me a weird look.

"Are you on your.." He awkwardly says.

I chuckle, "No, I'm not on my period, Luke."

"I-I just thought because you-"

I sigh, "Yea, I have cramps but I haven't gotten it yet, soon though."

"Fun." He mutters, with a grossed out look on his face.

"Hey, it's a normal thing, don't look at me like that!" I laugh, shaking my head at him.

"Well I don't wanna talk about.. that.. It's weird. And it's gross, I don't know how you do it." He mutters.

"What? Don't you want to ble-"

"Stop! Stop!" He exclaims.

I laugh as he looks completely grossed out.

"Just cuddle with me.." He whines. "And don't talk about your girl issues with me."

I sigh, "I'm starting to feel better, maybe we should get out of the house."

"In a bit. Cuddle me." He demands.

He holds me tightly, pressing his lips to the top of my head.

Luke intertwines our hands together before speaking, "You better be feeling completely fine soon. I don't want you to be sick the whole time before I leave. I hate leaving, especially when you're like this.

"I thought you we had this conversation last week. Stop saying you hate leaving." I mumble.

"Well I do okay? I hate leaving you. I hate leaving home. Yea it's fun touring, going to these places, performing and meeting fans, but I hate missing you." He replies.