You met with your siblings one morning to go over who was doing the big speech for the funeral. You immediately denied it and took your name out of the running. You were never a big public speaker anyways; you hated it, in fact. You liked privacy.

But the meeting was interesting because as soon as Connor saw you, he smiled a bit teasingly, "Ellie, your first boyfriend, uh? I want you to know that if you're happy then I'm happy."

"Thanks, Con," you smiled.

"Oh, yeah. You decided to go public with Matsson," Roman said. "You know that's going to epically crash and burn, right?"

"Shut up, Roman," you bristled.

You did not know how they knew that she decided to go public with Lukas. Did Lukas say something to them that you didn't know about?

Roman merely smirked, "What? I'm just saying."

"Okay, we get it. Leave her alone," Shiv defended you.

Then Kendall showed up. He seemed to have a bit of popularity following Investor Day about Living+ but you didn't know what occurred. You didn't watch the stream of that.

"Hey, traitor," he said coolly as he sat down, staring at you. "You really decided to buckle down with the enemy, uh? Real smart, El."

You huffed and stood up, "Nice to see you guys, too."

Then you walked away to leave and heard Connor stated, "Ah, man. Why did you two have to do that?"

You walked out the door of the restaurant. You no longer cared what your siblings thought. You wanted them to accept your relationship, of course, but you could go without it. You still wondered how they even found out that you were public with Lukas.

_____

Tonight was the tailgate party and Shiv was hosting. Lukas texted you that he was going. You said that you were not. You did not want to see Lukas, trying to put off the inevitable. You felt that if you saw him then all of your problems would come to surface and you wanted to live in happy, everything is fine land. You laid in despair about it for a while.

But then you huffed and crawled out of bed, deciding you would go. You were going to find out once and for all where you and Lukas stood. It was eating you up inside not knowing. You couldn't take it and you didn't want to hide away from the truth anymore.

You had been in a nightgown and you didn't feel like changing. So you put on a black trench coat that when down to your knees and buttoned it up. Then you slipped on some heels and went on your way. Your driver was probably sleeping wherever he lived and you didn't want to wake him; that would be rude. So you just took a taxi.

When you got there, you were immediately bombarded by your two brothers. As soon as they saw you, they told you the news.

"Hey, you're here," Roman stated a bit excitedly. "Did you know your new boyfriend is creeping on his comms director? Sending her blood and shit?"

"Yeah, El, we just found out," Kendall said more softly and reached to place to a hand on your shoulder. "We wanted you to know. We're sorry."

You shrugged off his hand as you glared a bit, "You're not sorry. You only want me to know because you think it'll make me break up with Lukas. Well, it won't. So leave me alone."

"Fine," Kendall back up and grabbed Roman. "Fine, El. But I think you're making a mistake."

They left her and you stood there in the hallway with a frown. Who was the comms director again? Then it came to you. Ebba. The one Lukas hardly ever let you be around. He'd always interrupt if you had started talking to her and pull you away. You wondered why. But it seemed obvious now: he didn't want you to know that behind your back he was sending her things. Another girl.

You stomped off looking for the Swede. It was easy to find him when he, Oskar, and Greg were shouting the name of the comms director as a sort of joke, harassing the woman. Ebba retorted as she left that she wished Lukas would fire her. You couldn't help but think that if she hated it so much, why didn't she just quit?

You shook your head from those thoughts as you approached the couches. You stopped and placed your hands in your pockets. Lukas went back on his phone but Oskar nudged him, noticing you.

Lukas turned his head to see you and he immediately stood. His eyes lit up a bit as he saw you but replied a bit nervously, "Hey. I, uh, didn't think you were coming."

You gave him a hard stare, "We need to talk."

You turned and walked off. He was left to scramble after you. But his long strides easily caught up with you as he muttered quietly, "Why are we rushing? What's wrong?"

You didn't answer him. You merely took him into an empty room and he closed the door as he asked, "Did I do something?"

You stood in the middle of the room and you slowly turned to him with accusing eyes, "Are you sending blood to Ebba?"

He was silent for a moment before he corrected, "I was."

"Why?"

"It was just a sort of nasty joke," he justified, scratching the side of his forehead, before he shrugged. "But it's over. It's been over. It stopped when we started dating."

"But why to her?" you questioned. "She's your comms director but that's not all, is it?"

He was tongue-tied, opening and closing his mouth before he admitted, "We...dated. For a little bit. But it ended. It doesn't matter anymore. Can we not talk about this?"

"When did it end?" you pressed.

He bit his lip as he revealed, "When I touched you for the first time."

Your eyes widened as you realized, "You cheated on her?"

"Ella..." he stepped closer to you.

He went to reach for you but you snapped at him, "No."

"If you cheated on her, what would ever stop you from cheating on me?" you replied. "Have you?"

"No," he immediately denied. "And I wouldn't. I couldn't do that to you."

You stared at him before your eyes softened, "I don't want you sending anything to anyone else. Ever."

"Done," he agreed before he said quietly. "Can I...talk now?"

You nodded. You took a deep breath. Just peel off the bandaid, Ella. A broken heart would only hurt for a moment, wouldn't it?

"Okay," you said before you blurted out. "You're breaking up with me, aren't you?"

"What? No."

"But you don't want me anymore," you stated as tears gathered in your eyes. "You apologized in Norway for sleeping with me."

"I wasn't apologizing about that. I said I was sorry because I didn't use a fucking condom," he stated. "I didn't want you to get pregnant again until you were ready but I was fucking high so..."

"But you're mad at me, aren't you?" tears finally fell down your cheeks. "For losing the baby?"

"Ella, I'd never be mad at you for that," he said as he stepped closer again, wiping your tears with his thumbs. "Why would you ever think that?"

"You barely visited me after the accident," you started to sob a little bit. "You wouldn't even kiss me. You weren't there for me. You weren't there."

He swallowed, "Ella, I was trying to give you space. I know...I know I am terrible with boundaries and I didn't want to smother you."

"It's not smothering if it's smothering with love," you argued. "Do you love me?"

"You know I do."

"No, I don't."

"Ella, I fucking love you."

"Then please always smother me. Smother me so much I'll never know a day without love. Can you do that? Can you please?" you begged him with tears falling down your cheeks again.

"You'll grow tired of me."

"Never," you promised. "I love you too much."

"Then, yes," he replied softly. "But I can't do that halfway across the world, Ella. I don't think you need to be in New York anymore. What's here for you besides your shitty fucking siblings?"

"Lukas," you scolded.

"Move to Sweden with me," he pleaded.

"You want me to live with you?" you doubted.

You couldn't help it. Doubting was ingrained into your brain. You always expected the worst. Always expected that no one wanted you.

"Ella, yes," he smiled a bit. "Of course, I want you to live with me. I'd even fucking ask you to marry me if I thought you'd say yes. I don't care if people say we're moving too quick. Fuck them. I know what I want..."

"Yes," you blurted out.

"Yes? Yes to what?"

"All of it. Yes," you smiled. "I'll live with you. I'll marry you. Yes."

"Wait, really?" he questioned if he was dreaming as he started to grin.

"Yes!" you giggled before you grabbed him, looping your arms around his neck, and pulling him down to your level as you kissed him. He immediately scooped you up, holding you to him as he straightened and your feet were now dangling off the ground.

The kiss was soft and slow. You still had a smile as you kissed him. You were eaten alive by butterflies and your heart pumped fast. Every part of you, every cell, felt alive as if electrified by joy.

When you pulled away a bit, Lukas was panting which made you smile wider. You pressed a kiss to his cheek as he recovered, "I'm gonna need a ring, you know."

"Yeah. Tomorrow," he breathed out.

"Tomorrow?"

"Yes. Tomorrow," he explained. "Like I'm fucking waiting to put a ring on your finger."

You giggled a bit at his eagerness and pressed another kiss to his lips. It was short this time before you ran your hand slowly down his chest and muttered suggestively, "You want to get out of here now? Because I really hate this jacket and I want to take it off of you."

It was a gold monstrosity and you frowned as you glanced at it. How could he decide this was acceptable to wear? You didn't know. But you kind of appreciated the fact that Lukas just did not give a fuck what he wore. He didn't care what people thought and did what he wanted; it was something you admired.

"Yeah. Let's do that. Yes," he set you on the ground.

He grabbed your hand and quickly pulled you out of the room. Now he was the one rushing which made you smile before you frowned as you stared the jacket again.

You tugged at the jacket, "We need to burn this."

"Burn it. Throw it away. I don't give a fuck," he stated nonchalantly.

You pressed into his side as you went to leave with him. His arm wrapped around you. Before you could leave with him, Shiv stopped the two of you.

"Hey," she smiled slightly, greeting the two of you, before looking at Lukas. "So I need to talk to you?"

"It can wait."

"No, it really fucking can't."

"Make it wait then."

You placed a calming hand on his lower torso by his hip over his tank-top that he wore under the jacket, "Lukas, it's okay. Go."

He stared down at you before he leaned down. He kissed you shortly (which made Shiv widen her eyes at the two of you because the open display of affection was new), "We'll leave after, okay?"

You nodded and then he walked off with Shiv. It wasn't long before you were approached by Kendall. He pulled you away to talk with you a bit privately.

"Hey, did you talk to Lukas? Did he confirm it?"

"Yes and yes, he did."

He nodded before saying, "So you broke it off with him?"

"No," you denied before you smiled widely. "I'm marrying him."

Kendall sputtered, "What? El. That's fucking insane. Why would you do that?"

"I love him, Kendall. Get over it," you crossed your arms.

"Well, don't expect me at the fucking wedding."

"Fine," you swallowed, hurt at his words before walking away.

You decided to get a drink. You needed one. You got some of the wine they served even though you weren't really a wine person and guzzled the wine in the glass in one go. You set the wine glass down before you heard Roman talking to Connor rather horribly. Lukas saw you and stood up; he hadn't found you after talking to Shiv so he talked to Ebba about the numbers leak in India. He was going to go to you but you approached them.

You approached your brother and said softly, "Roman, it's Connor. He's your brother. Be nice."

"You should just shut up," Roman lashed out. "No one even cares what you think."

You felt like his words slapped you and you blinked. No one cares what you think. Tears formed in your eyes.

Connor defended you, "Don't talk to your sister that way."

"Rome, easy," Kendall said.

You didn't even notice Lukas coming up behind you. You felt his hand on the small of your back.

"Really? You talk to your sister like that?" Lukas said as he wrapped his arms around you like a cocoon and used his words to hit Roman where it would hurt. "Your father may have been a prick but at least he never talked to her like that. You really are a fail-son, aren't you?"

"Hey, why don't you go fuck yourself, yeah?" Roman said. "Oh, right, you have my sister for that."

Your jaw dropped. You were utterly speechless. How could Roman even say that? How could he talk to you with such disregard? You didn't even know how to respond. Lukas did it for you, though.

"Yes, I have your sister by my side," Lukas grinned. "Pity that after tonight you won't."

Then Lukas guided you away and they left the party. Your heart was beating so fast yet you did not speak. You couldn't. You barely even blinked. Maybe you were in shock.

In the elevator, he stood beside you and he tilted your head up. He placed his hands on your cheeks as he called, "Ella."

You didn't respond and he called again with more force. You finally moved and hugged him tightly while burying your head against his chest as you muttered, "Don't let go of me."

He kissed the top of your head as he held you tightly, "Never."

_____

He took you to your apartment. He was going to stay with you. You walked in a bit solemnly.

You turned to him and questioned nervously, "Did you still want to marry me with my crazy family?"

"It's always yes, Ella."

Your heart felt like it inflated at his answer. Your whole body filled with warmth. Butterflies erupted.

You smiled as you took off your coat, revealing your nightgown. It had a lot of cleavage and a lot of side-boob on display.

"You were wearing that the whole time? To a party?"

"I didn't want to change," you pouted.

He grinned before he scooped you up with his arms around your waist, "You're so fucking perfect."

You blushed before you looped your arms around him and kissed him. It was soft and slow before it turned more hungry and passionate. He carried you to your bedroom as his lips trailed down to your neck and tipped your head back to give him more access. He nipped and sucked at the delicate skin, no doubt blazing a path of hickeys.

He set you down on your feet in front of the bed. Then he reached for the hem of your nightgown and you raised your arms as he peeled it off of you. You were completely bare now and once exposed to the air, your breasts hardened.

He bit his lip at the sight of you and you giggled a bit at the look in his eyes like he was drunk at the sight of you. Like he was in awe even though your body was nothing new to his eyes. You didn't know that he was always in awe of you even just by standing next to him.

You walked backwards and got on the bed before scooting backwards. All the while you kept your gaze trained with his. When you were planted in the middle, you laid back and spread your legs slowly for him. He was hypnotized.

He quickly got rid of his tank-top (he had already removed his jacket when they entered). Then he pulled out a condom from his pocket (in case of emergency with you) before pushing his sweatpants down. He stepped out of them before quickly crawling on the bed and hovering over you in between your legs.

His lips attacked your skin, starting at your neck before moving down to your breasts as his free hand ran up and down your hip. You could feel his bulge against you but he still had his boxers on. You tugged them down, letting his erection spring out. You immediately rubbed yourself against him, spreading your wetness and his pre-cum on the lips of your pussy.

"Ella," he groaned a bit.

You pushed at his chest, forcing him to lay next to you. You had straddled him and you lined yourself up with his cock.

"Ella, no. Fuck, wait," he said and you paused.

He tore open a condom with his teeth which you thought was very hot. You didn't know why; maybe it was the barbarity of it. But it made you wetter and it seeped out down your thighs.

"Why are we using a condom? We never do," you questioned.

"You're not on birth control."

"But I'm marrying you. I want to have babies with you."

"Ella, just let me be good for you," he said as he applied the condom.

Good for you? Was he not good for you before? You blinked before you realized something.

"Lukas," you said slowly. "Did you know I could get pregnant when I was on birth control?"

He seemed to freeze beneath you. It was practically an admission in and of itself. He wanted you to get pregnant. But why?

He was silent for a moment as he avoided your eyes, "Yes."

"If you knew then...oh my god, you were trying to trap me with a baby, weren't you?" you smacked at his chest. "You ass."

You climbed off of him and off the bed. He scrambled after you. You put your nightgown back on.

"It was...it was bad. I know," Lukas frowned with a pout. "It was definitely bad. I'm sorry."

"Why did you want to trap me with a baby?"

"Isn't it fucking obvious?" Lukas stated. "Ella, I want you. Like in a fucking forever type way."

He was trying to trap you because he wanted you tied to him. He wanted you. There was something wrong with you but it just made you want him more. You wondered if you had some type of chemical that was coded for Lukas. And to hear that he wanted you forever, your heart literally skipped.

You stepped closer and looked at him carefully, "Say it again."

"I'm all fucked up for you," he promised. "Forever, hjärtat."

You jumped him then and wrapped your legs around his waist. You kissed him deeply. He moaned a little bit into the kiss. Then his lips moved to your neck again as he muttered, "You forgive me?"

"I forgive you. I forgive you," you repeated quickly as you felt his hardened dick against you.

He thanked whatever God that you forgave him. Not only because he did, in fact, want you forever but also because he swore his dick was going to fall off from being blue-balled if he didn't get to fuck you right now.

He lined himself up with your slit and pushed in. You gasped as you felt the tip of his dick slide into you and the lips of your pussy suctioned around him, sucking him in. Your nails scraped his shoulders. He felt a little different with a condom on but, nevertheless, amazing inside of you. As he pushed in, he lifted your nightgown again and took it off.

You were now bare and you were reminded of your painfully erect nipples as they pressed into his chest. One of his hands came up and cupped one of them before pinching and flicking the nipple. You let out a little moan.

Once he was fully inside of you, he stayed still. A heat built up in your lower belly, an anticipation, and more of your slick leaked out and onto your thighs.

You littered the base of his neck with kisses as you pleaded, "Lukas, please."

He acquiesced to your request. He turned and he had to remove his dick from your pussy as he laid you on the bed. Then he climbed on top of you and slid his dick back in. You moaned again. And he started to thrust back and forth. They were fast, rough thrusts. You wondered if this was make-up sex because if so then it was wonderful.

"You're still marrying me?" he questioned as his lips seemed to mark every inch of your skin.

"Yes, Lukas. Yes," you panted.

His dick kept hitting a spongy spot inside of you that made you feel like your insides turned inside out and your heart flipped. And that heat kept building. Finally, it happened as your whole body felt white hot and you moaned his name. Your leg spasmed and your back arched as your eyes rolled back. Tears fell down your cheeks in pleasure.

Your pussy clenched around his dick and wetness seeped out as you came hard, coating your thighs and the sheets. He groaned as you did so and he gave you three more powerful thrusts that felt like he was trying to fuck you through the bed before he came.

You didn't feel the gush of his seed fill you. But you felt his cock pulse and throb as his sperm filled the condom instead of you. Finally, he started to soften before he pulled out of you.

He kissed you as he did so. The two of you kissed for a long while. With a lot of tongue. You let out a tiny moan, liking his tongue in your mouth a little bit too much. You let him devour you. And that continued all night long.

AN: yeah so Ella found out about the whole baby trapping thing; I thought I was gonna have it in the finale but I decided that chapter has way too much crap going on

Anyways, how do you guys think the finale is gonna go? Cause I think I'm gonna put the election and the funeral into next chapter so we have at most four chapters and then the book is done