This chapter takes place towards the end of chapter forty four before Lucas's final fight!

Daniel and I sat in his living room, Daniel's snacks sorted by level of love. Sour patch kids, for instance, were the closest to him, but twizzlers sat at the far end of the table.

It's a science, he explained when I shot him a strange look. Daniel took his snacks very seriously.

I twiddled with my angel wings necklace as I always did when feeling nervous. I hated not being at these fights. But I knew Daniel hated it even more because of how little he ate.

Any other day, this table of snacks would have been massacred, but today, there were only a few sour patch kids missing.

I placed my hand on his arm gently, "It's for the best that we let him focus on these next couple fights."

He nodded, "I know. But the camera misses me, Em."

I laughed, "There's no way it couldn't."

He beamed at me as the doorknob jiggled and I've never seen him fly so fast towards the three men that entered. Well sheesh. Was I that bad company?

"Hey guys! Kyle, remember when you used to hit on Emily? Pretty awkward now, eh?" He chortled loudly.

All three men groaned and I heard a smack followed by an ouch before Daniel wheeled himself back into the living room, looking rather pleased with himself, grinning from ear to ear.

Lucas, Miguel, and Kyle followed the teenager as they all plopped on the couches near Daniel's chair.

"Ooh snacks!" Kyle cheered, popping sour patch kids into his mouth while Daniel glared at him. No one touched his sour patches.

Miguel put the TV on and the three of them bickered about who got to choose the movie.

Lucas sat next to me and pulled me onto his lap, pressing his face into my hair, "Missed you," he murmured. He wrapped his large arms around me and held me so close that I could hear his forever steady heartbeat.

"Help stitch me up?" He asked quietly and my gaze fell on a gash that ran down his muscular arm.

I jumped up, having completely forgotten about his injuries from his fight, "You should have said something!" I held my hand out for him to help him off the couch.

"I wanted to hold you first," He answered simply as he accepted my hand but placed no weight on it as he lifted his body.

"Ugh. Get a room guys," Daniel booed as Miguel threw a sour patch kid at him. "Hey!" He protested. "I'm the heart of this group. You can't throw candy at the heart of the group."

Lucas tugged me into his bedroom, closing the door behind him.

He turned around quickly and caught my face between his hands as he leaned down and pressed his lips sensuously against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, loving the feel of him encircled around me. I felt loved. I felt safe.

His lips moved skillfully from mine and down my neck, swirling his tongue across a sensitive spot around the hollow of my throat. A quiet moan flew out of my mouth before I could stop it.

Lucas's arms travelled down my back as they rested on my behind, his arms keeping me snug against him as his tongue worked magic.

"What about your arm?" I asked as I gasped for breath.

"I don't care about my arm. I just wanted to kiss you," He responded in an equally breathy tone.

"Come on, my fighter," I laughed as I pushed him down on the bed.

He raised an eyebrow at me, "I don't mind this position," he teased.

"Relax, I'm just fixing your cut," I rolled my eyes at him as he pouted. "Just one more."

I leaned down and kissed him again, but before I could pull back, his arms had circled around me and flipped us over so he lay on top of me, my back against his cool grey sheets. Sometimes I loved his fighting moves. Especially in bed.

He carried all of his weight on his good arm, the other gently caressing my hair away from my face. "How did I get so lucky?" He murmured almost to himself.

"The fact that you think that is ridiculous. I feel blessed for everyday I get to have you by my side," I told him truthfully.

"I'll be here for every minute that you still want me for," He expressed as he leaned down and kissed me again. Though this kiss was a promise. A promise not to leave. A promise not to betray.

"I want you here for every minute of everyday, Lucas."

"You better prepare yourself for a lot of chicken Parmesan then. Because I'm here for the long hall," He grinned at me.

I reached up and touched his cheek, loving his carefree smiles that seemed so rare sometimes. My gaze travelled down to his arm, frowning as I saw the cut.

"I hate seeing you like this. Who am I going to stitch up when you're done fighting?" I wondered aloud. "I mean, if you ever decide to retire."

"After I'm done? I've never thought I'd amount to anything other than a mediocre fighter, honestly."

"I think you're capable of anything, Lucas. I have so much faith in what you can do. You've provided for Daniel, you've kept your dad's gym running, and you're fighting professionally in the UFC," I exclaimed. Sometimes it occurred to me that Lucas wasn't aware that he was an amazing person.

I forgot that he felt that way so often because he was just so incredibly kind and thoughtful that I assumed he knew this about himself. But this was far from the case.

He sat up and positioned me so that I sat in his lap. I was very aware of every excited part of him. He ducked his head and trailed kisses down my face, "How do I even begin to tell you how amazing you are?" His hands moved underneath my tank top as he skillfully unhooked my bra, the straps tumbling down my shoulders.

"How lucky I am to have you?" His fingers traced the outline of my fallen bra, moving under it to brush against my sensitive peaks as my head tilted back in pleasure. "How beautiful you are?" His lips moved to my neck as his hands worked wonders down my front. "How intelligent you are?"

Lucas twisted around so I was on my back again and he was on top of me, pressing his bulging member into my core. "How kind you are?"

His hands trailed lower and lower and lower until they were met with the obstruction of my zipper. They slowly slid the zipper down and his fingers caressed me through my panties, "Hm?" He questioned. I moaned loudly before I covered my mouth in horror. Lucas's fingers froze against me.

I looked at Lucas and we realized at the same moment that we had an audience one room over.

"Do you think they heard?" I whispered, my eyes wide, my cheeks flushed for more than one reason this time.

Lucas hesitated which made me groan quietly, "I'm sure it's fine," he whispered uncertainly, which was so non-reassuring that I burst out laughing, Lucas joining me.

"Come on, I'll clean that up for you." I gestured to his gash as I sat up and rearranged myself, my heart still beating wildly.

He grinned at me, pecking my lips one more time before sitting up and taking his shirt off.

I cleaned his cut, which thankfully didn't need stitches and pressed down on the bandaid over it.

My hand travelled across Lucas's wide chest, tattoos covering the majority of it and down his abs as I felt his muscles contract in response.

His body was a vision. I couldn't believe that someone who looked like him really existed. And was kind and sweet and thoughtful.

I removed my hands with a sigh, my body wanting to do a lot more.

Lucas cleared his throat, "Uh- I'm going to go shower."

I nodded, "O-okay. Yeah," I stuttered out.

"You want to join?" Lucas teased as his fingers circled around my hips, giving them a squeeze.

"Not with your brother over there," I jerked my head towards the door.

Lucas laughed, "No one heard anything."

I walked out of Lucas's room to dead silence and the faces of three blushing men currently avoiding eye contact, gaze heavily fixed on 90 Day Fiancé.

No one heard anything, my ass.

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Any future bonus chapters will take place after the epilogue, but I had most of this one written out already and I thought it was a cute Lucas/Emily moment that I didn't want to just toss out.

Also, I have 500 followers (how?!) and almost 350,000 reads, so this is kind of like a mini celebration.

A little too smut-y? Or not enough? Not sure how far I should go in the future. Let me know your thoughts!