Chapter Twenty-Six: Overthinking

"You're awfully quiet, did something happen in the doctor's office?" Luke placed his hand on my knee, the other on the steering wheel as his eyes look at me from time to time.

I shook my head. "Don't worry, I'm fine-" I smiled to reassure him.

To be honest, I'm worried.

Dr. Chapman's word kept playing inside my head.

If you and your husband want to have a child and you using these pills is just a phase then I suggest that you don't drink it.

I know that its too early to think about having a child but, if me using this pills will give me a hard time in the future then I guess I should stop this.

Does Luke want to start a family with me?

Is this thing we have will last forever?

Luke loves me right? He wants to be with me and have kids and all, right?

Tate, stop it. You're over thinking again. You had nothing to loose. Stop it! Stop thinking about it! You'll be fine!

"Where do you want to eat?" Luke's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Uh, you choose. Let's eat wherever you want to eat." I smiled.

He nodded, "If you say so-" He took a hold of my hand and kissed the back of it, not letting go he placed my hand near his chest.

I focused my eyes on the road as we halt to a stop at every stop light. Its a good thing that its the time of day where there is no traffic.

All in all, I'm just worried after all.

We halt to a stop when Luke parked his car to the nearest lot.

We both climbed out and it took me by surprise when he laced our finger, slowly walking hand in hand. I wasn't used to us being what they call..PDA, most of the time we would just like to keep our feelings and affection towards each other privately. I wasn't used to people looking at us because of our not too vulgar actions.

I found ourselves in front of a very elegant looking Italian restaurant.

"Welcome to Bellisimo Italiano. How may I assist you?" A girl just same as my height exclaimed, she was wearing her uniform and her hair was neatly tied in a high bun.

"Table for two please-" Luke replied.

"Right this way, sir." The receptionist assisted us.

The place looked elegant inside, red table clothes, white roses as a centerpiece, chandeliers, crystal curtains and gold posts.

I started to feel intimidated, I wasn't wearing clothes fitted for this place. If only I knew, I could've just worn that damned dress and heels.

I sighed to myself as we take our seats.

Luke would give me worried looks but I would just mouth that its all good and I would give him a quick smile.

The waiter came in, prancing in our direction. He looked clean and neat.

"Can I take your order now, Sir? Madam?"

"What would you like?" Luke asked me as I skim down the menu.

"I uh-I don't know" I muttered, I have lost my appetite and I'm not hungry anymore. I just want to lay still in bed.

"Sir, if I may suggest, our chef's choice is remarkable for today." The waiter insisted.

"Then I guess we will get that." Luke nodded, "Is it okay with you?" He asked me, "You could still order anything that you like from the menu-"

"No its okay, I'm fine." I half smiled pushing the menu away from me.

"And please, get us some wine, the best one. The one that compliments the dish please-" Luke added before the waiter move away from us and go back to the kitchen.

The whole place was filled with chatter. The sound of glass clanking on each other, distinct voices, laughter, chairs being moved, plates clattering, footsteps.

"You've been off, please tell me what's wrong? Have I done anything?" Luke asked, grabbing my hand from across the table.

"I'm sorry. I'm fine, I guess I'm just tired, 'is all."

"Tell me what happened during the appointment?" He looked at me like I'm the most precious thing in his world.

"The doctor said we can't have sex in four weeks." I mumbled trying to hold back my laughter.

"What?!" He almost yelled, causing all eyes to dart his direction.

I couldn't hold it in, I laughed.

"Sorry, you just looked so vulnerable. I was joking." I contained myself from laughing.

He looked at me with confused eyes but they softened easily as he rolled them at me.

"D-did you just rolled your eyes at me?" I asked in disbelief. He had never done that before..not that I know of.

"Yes, Miss Beck, I did." He answered sternly.

I rolled my eyes back.

"Then I guess you're not getting any tonight." I teasing slumming back my back against the chair.

"You can't do that, Miss Beck. I know you too well-"

"Not yet you dont-" I trailed off teasing him more.

Before he could protest more, the waiter came back pushing a small cart, our food has arrived.

He placed our seperare meals in front of us and a bucket of ice where the wine was.

Our food was beautifully prepared like, it looks so perfect and eating it is just so wrong.

I sighed and ended eating it up anyway.

During our meal, we just made small talk and ask each other how our day went. It was really surreal tho, he acts so professional and all dreamy like. I just don't know what he sees in me to be here with him right now.

We talked on and on about things that I never thought mattered to him like, he thinks everything in the house..flat should be precised and everything should be organized. He told me that there's going to be a maid that'll come every now and then (Wednesday and Sunday) to clean up and do our laundry. He was talking too seriously about it that it made me think that maybe he has OCD. I laughed at my own thought and just listened to him anyway.

The drive home was really talkative, he looked happy and warm. He just didn't stop talking, there was a few times that I wanted to ask him if he was drunk but I'm afraid he'll not take it as a joke and he might handle it seriously. I listened to him though and gave comments every now and then. I guess you can blame it on the 1965 wine he drank but I doubt it, I guess he's just ecstatic.

When we arrived the 45th floor, he struggles jiggling his keys to pick the lock.

After several trials he finally got it and we both came in.

"What do you want to do now?" He asked me as he wraps his arms around my waist. His breath warm agaiat my skin as he trails kisses on my neck.

As much as I love to stay like that forever, I was indeed in need to take a shower.

"I'm going to take a shower-" I gently pulled away, facing him "Do you want to take one with me?" I asked.

His face lit up and bit his lips before nodding.

We walked up the stairs and I placed my bag on the coffee table.

We both stripped down once we got in the shower, placing our clothes inside a laundry humper.

I was the first one to step in the cubicle. As I let the jets of water hit my skin, I can feel my muscles relaxed, I closed my eyes as I let water slide down my body.

Suddenly, my body tensed up again when I felt warm hands and soft kisses on my shoulder.

I heard a click, from the shower gel container. After a few seconds I relaxed again as I felt Luke's hand on my back and bubbles sliding down my skin.

"Does that feel good?" He asked, voice a little raspy.

I moaned, "Mm-hmm"

He continuously rubbed my back and when I got enough I did the same for him.

We were under the shower for a very long time. I could only hear silence and our breathing and the water droplets hitting the floor and circling the drain.

Once he faced me, he just held on me. We were under the shower, cuddling, not saying anything. Just his presence made it enough for me to just explode to a million pieces.

After all my heartaches, who knew that he could be my only cure?

I looked up at him, eyelashes heavy because of all the water.

He just held me and for the first time in my life, I've never felt this safe. I don't feel alone anymore.

He pressed his lips against mine, parting them as he allows my tongue to be inside his mouth, to move with him in sync, to taste him.

Our kiss was passionate, the lust was there but it was different.

He pulled away, both of us catching our breathes.

"I love you." He finally say.