noonelikeyouintheuniverse:

What’s wrong??

leonardo-deluca:

These last few days had been nothing but chaotic…more chaotic than they should have been. What should be one of the happiest events of his life was nearly killing him—he was going insane, honestly. He couldn’t stand the fact that the fucking monster who had tried to take his entire family away from him was walking around the streets like nothing was wrong. Chris was on it, though—the entire Nova family was. He hated that he couldn’t be right there with them, but he needed to take care of his family right now.

It didn’t matter, though. Once they found him, it was gonna be all him. He’d probably have Chris come along to back him up if needed, but he’d be the one to get full revenge. No one fucked with Leo de Luca like that.

He woke up all of a sudden, sitting up a bit wide-eyed as he saw a figure in front of him. Sighing with relief when he realized it was only Jez, he stretched. How the fuck else would it be? he wouldn’t admit it, because he needed to be strong for her, but everything that happened merely three days ago had him paranoid…he’d be paranoid until that fucker was dead, though. He knew that for a fact.

I love you.

He sat up, catching her lips with his one more time before sighing and collapsing back into the chair. “I love you too,” he whispered. He really did, too—with everything in him.

When the door opened, he scowled, tensing up a bit as Jez practically fell into him. “Shh,” he whispered as he wrapped his arm around her. “You’re okay.” Planting a kiss on the top of her head, he sighed. They were both scared of shit now, with good reason. It just sucked that it had to be that way. All the doctor really wanted to do was clarify that they were cleared to leave, which was pretty pointless. They were counting down the fucking days when they’d finally be able to go home. Leo hated hospitals, he really did—he couldn’t wait to be able to sleep in his own damn bed. 

When Jez brought Declan over to him, he shook the doctor’s hand, waing him off before wrapping his arms around his son. It was mesmerizing, how small the twins were. Newborns alone were tiny as hell, but twins were smaller…it was crazy. It was almost hard to believe—all of it was, really. Despite everything they had gone through, everything was finally falling into place. He could finally settle down…he could finally be happy.

Crossing the room, a small smile appeared on his face as his eyes fell on Jezebel and Alyssa. If anyone told him a year ago that he’d be in this position right now, he would have laughed…he really would have. If anyone told him that at nineteen years old, he would have a family and would be starting his career, on Broadway no less, he wouldn’t believe them. But, the past year had changed him…Jezebel had changed him. For the better.

He was on top of the world, now…and there was no chance of falling. Not anymore.

I love you too.

Jez knew she would never grow tired of hearing that. Since the very second their eyes had met the previous summer, she had known that there was no other person she could ever see herself with, other than that cocky, arrogant, douchey haired, gorgeous son of a bitch sitting at the table in the dining hall. He was still the same cocky, arrogant, douchey haired, gorgeous son of a bitch that he’d been back then, but he had changed. They’d been through hell and back more than once since that split second that it had taken for her to fall in love with him and they’d probably be in for more rough patches, but she knew they’d be okay in the end. They’d always make it out okay. Stronger than ever. “I’m becoming President and outlawing hair gel and hairspray.” She whispered as her hand ran through his hair one last time before she backed away.

Shh. You’re okay.

Jez felt herself shaking against him. He probably thought she was acting like a big baby, her grip on him relaxing only a little when she felt him kiss her head. “Sorry.” She mumbled, backing away. She didn’t know if she’d ever stop being jumpy. That bastard had come back into her life and reversed all the work that had been put into her being okay. Her not flinching when Leo came near her. When he held her. Touched her. Now she was terrified the nightmares would come back. That she’d be afraid to let him near her. She silently vowed not to let that happen. He didn’t deserve her being afraid. Of her trying to move away from his touch. She knew he’d protect her from anything. But no one, not even herself, could protect her from the nightmares she knew would return.

When  he came over to her, Declan in his arms, she glanced at them and then down at Aly before looking back at him, a smile of her own on her face. They had done it. Through all the fights, all the pain, all the bullshit, they had  actually done it. Two people that were more opposite than the North and South Poles, had somehow beaten every single thing life had thrown at them and had overcome every obstacle imaginable. Here they were, almost a year after meeting, with their entire lives now held in their arms. He would never know exactly how much he truly meant to her. He had shown a girl who had literally never known love a single day in her life, what it felt like to be loved. There were days where she had felt like he didn’t love her. That he couldn’t love her if he did some of the things he had done, that he was forcing himself to be with her for the twin’s sake, but right now, standing here with him, all of that went away. There was no longer a single doubt in her mind that Leonardo Alexander de Luca loved her. It was the look in his eyes right now, a look she was sure mirrored her own as she closed the space in-between them, careful not to bump the babies as she pulled his head down to hers, resting their foreheads together as her eyes locked on his. “Thank you.” She whispered, a tear sliding down one cheek. “For everything.” She brushed her lips against his before stepping back and turning to lay Aly back down, wiping her eyes on her arm before glancing over her shoulder at him with watery eyes. “What do you say you lay him down and get them both dressed for me so we can blow this joint?” She asked, knowing he was dying to get home. “Maybe I’ll even let you help me get dressed.” She teased, arching an eyebrow at him as she passed.

She had had Amy pack her a few of Leo’s shirts to wear, figuring it’d be comfier and wouldn’t hurt her as much and after three days of his clothes, sweatpants included, she was actually dying to get into something of hers. “Even if you’re better at, and prefer, doing the opposite.” She laughed as she grabbed her clothes from the bag, tossing them on the bed before getting everything else together. Every so often, she’d stop when sharp pain would shoot through her if she moved wrong, her body still battered and bruised, the knife wounds, the shot shot wound, the labor, having all left it’s marks on her body. She knew it’d be away before the physical damage was gone but…how long until the emotional damage started to heal?…If ever?

(Source: cloak-of-invincibility)

itssebastiansmythe:

But.. but how?

Can you like stop being so beautiful? It’s distracting.

I’ll take that as a no. 

(Source: itssebastiansmythe)

Leo still hasn’t said a word about my hair…I think he doesn’t like me not listening to him haha.

(Source: the-sagas-perfect)

leonardo-deluca:

I don’t…what?

Don’t what me. 

Oh hi, I’m Leonardo de Luca and I think it’s okay to just…just…UGH. JUST LOOK LIKE THAT.

JERK.

(Source: invisiblechange)