#i wrote this BEFORE I wrote Jonah coming back 😂 just cleaning the drafts 🧹

[bellysoupset]

"Wow," was Bella's eloquent thought once they dropped off Angie at Wendy's, with the promise of coming back later that night for dinner and entered the car. It was raining and Luke stared at the windshield getting more and more foggy since the windows were closed and he hadn't started the vehicle yet.

"Yeah," Luke breathed out, leaning his forehead against the steering wheel. His heart was hurting for their friend. Leo was the best of them and it was incredibly hurtful to have him, of all people, go through something like that. Lucas wanted nothing more than to wrap the blonde in bubble wrap and have this whole thing be over with.

"I know," Bella said, her hand coming to rest on his nape, fingers tangling in his hair, as if she had just heard all of his thoughts. Luke opened his eyes, turning his head to look at his wife and he offered her a tired smile, noticing the permanent frown that had appeared between her auburn brows, the way Bell's lips were tugged down in a grimace, "I want that woman dead."

It was such a vicious tone, Luke let out a chuckle and closed his eyes in relief as he heard it. He loved this girl, who was all heart, all fire.

"Let's go home," he straightened up and Bell's hand fell from his hair to his shoulder, giving him a squeeze before she curled up in her seat.

They didn't turn on the radio or put on any songs and Luke was so in his head, he startled when Bella suddenly poked his bicep. Thank God they were at a red light. He recovered from the mild jump quickly, not missing his wife's amused smile, "what?"

"There's nothing to eat at home for lunch, I don't wanna order in," Bell pointed out of her window, to a small restaurant, "wanna try it?"

Frankly, no. He was not in the headspace for any human interaction, even Bella breathing was annoying him a little. She could probably tell thanks to his face, because then Bella leaned in and planted a kiss to his shoulder, mouth pressed to the fabric as she said, "we can go through the Drive In and eat in the parking lot."

It was a much better idea and Lucas opened a pleased smile, rubbing his chin on the top of her head, "yeah, we could do that."

They sat in silence in the gray parking lot, while rain continued to pour around them and hit their car like bullets, drowning out all thought. Lucas pushed his seat back, spreading slightly and without thinking Bella reached out and undid his jeans, causing him to chuckle.

"What?"

"Waeinonuhy," Bella mumbled with her mouth full, before brushing her fingers lightly over the pink mark that was left behind by his jeans. Luke snorted, moving on the seat and continuing to eat, unbothered. Once he finished off, he threw the package inside the big brown paper bag and balled it up with Bella's trash, throwing in the ground of the backseat so they could get rid of it once they got home.

"Better?"

"Much," Luke sighed, running his fingers through his hair. The headache that had started earlier that day, which he had blamed on stress but Bella had adequately diagnosed as hunger, was gone, "did Marisa ever tell you anything about your dad?"

It was a random question, entirely motivated by the whole mess with Leo. Bella snorted, continuing to chew her drink's straw, "only that he was soooooo hot," she mocked, rolling her eyes, then clearing her throat to force her voice to get the nasal baritone of her mother's, "the most boutiful eyes, Isa. They were all blue, like a summer sky. I didn't care about his name, with those eyes."

"Oh God," Luke laughed, "I mean, she might have a point, if they were half as pretty as yours."

"Please," Bella glared at him, biting down a smile, "she was nineteen and a hot man with a cute accent was hitting on her, that pretty much sums up all I know about the guy. Oh yeah, and the red hair-" she pointed at her own, "though, mom actually said he looked more blonde than ginger."

"So no name?"

"No name," Bella shrugged, "or address or anything, he was just a one night fling... After today, I'm incredibly grateful for that."

Luke nodded soberly, thinking of Leo's distraught face as he told them what had happened, "I can't wrap my mind around her not even... Not even remembering him..."

"I know," Bella's voice got that same angry tone from before, "I could understand it if she left when he was a baby, but he was ten-" she hit the dashboard angrily and looked away, staring out of the window and causing Luke to raise his eyebrows.

"Babe?" He moved closer, "Bell-" he pushed the hair away from her face, revealing the tip of her nose all red and her eyes burning, "you're crying?!" he exclaimed in disbelief, "oh baby, c'mere-"

"I just hate to see him hurting!" Bella's voice came out strangled and she shoved at Luke's hand angrily when he let out a weak chuckle, trying to pull her in a hug, "it's not funny!"

"I know- I know, I'm sorry," Lucas pressed his lips to her temple, "I'm just surprised, that's all. Aw, Bella," he wiped a tear and Bella let out a frustrated huff.

"Shut up, I'm not crying," she sniffled, "shut up, Luke."

"I'm not even saying anything," he hid a smile against her hair, "Leo's going to be fine, he's got a whole bunch of people in his corner, right? And Jon's with him now, you said it yourself he seemed better already."

"Right," her voice was once again barely audible, as Bell turned her head and pressed her face to his chest, "if you tell anyone, you're sleeping in the couch for the rest of your days."

"I took a silence vow when we married, Bella," Lucas smiled, squeezing her closer and feeling the knot in his chest loosen up.