Hi everyone! I hope everyone is doing well in these trying times. Since I had a little more time on my hands, I figured that I would update this story! Once again, I do not own Girl Meets World and please read, review, and follow! I love you all and stay safe.

Lucas' POV

I woke up, slightly panicking at the feeling of someone beside me. More like in my arms. But taking a deep inhale, the smell of vanilla assaulted my senses and I calmed down, knowing that it's Riley next to me. I snuggle in deeper to her, pulling her closer to my body using the arm that's wrapped around her waist and take another deep inhale burying my head into her hair.

Wait. This is Riley. And how awkward is it going to be if she wakes up and we are like this. Shit. Not to mention the morning wood that I'm sporting right now, which has just gotten worse due to her rubbing her ass against me.

I slowly peel myself away from her, moving to the other side of the bed and going to the bathroom to start getting ready for the day as well as take care of my 'situation'. I have a feeling that this will be happening a lot for the next few years considering OUR situation.

We must've moved in the middle of the night to be spooning. I don't know how long it's been for her that she's slept (and I mean just slept) with someone, but it's been a while for me. Yeah, of course I've hooked up with my fair share of women between her and my only ex-girlfriend, but I never slept over when I was with them, and none of them were ever going to sleep here. Both of us might've just craved that physical contact and so that happened. Yeah that's the story I'm going with for right now.

By the time I'm dressed and have moved out of the bathroom, Riley is up and grabbing things from her bag.

"Morning," I say chuckling as she jumps a little at the sound of my voice.

"Good morning, Lucas," she says with a smile, while moving past me into the bathroom and closing the door most of the way.

"So, what do you want to do today? I've got tonight covered, but you get to decide what we do since it's Sunday."

"Honestly, I want to do some unpacking just so I don't have to worry about it tomorrow."

"Alright, want me to help?"

"Yeah that would be great! We left all my boxes downstairs so if you could start bringing those up and then help me unpack them after they're all up here."

We work synchronously, me bringing up her boxes and her unpacking all her clothes into my walk-in closet which until now was mostly empty. After a few hours we've officially moved her in with few hiccups, and we decided to order Chinese for lunch.

30 minutes later we're sitting on the couch with our boxes of Chinese, watching a movie and arguing over who is the best character. So, nothing out of the ordinary from our usual movie nights.

"I swear she's so much of a stronger character than he is," she says, "Why was she able to escape 20 soldiers without so much as a scratch on her, while he is over there basically playing hide and seek."

"He's gaining intel while maintaining cover. At least he's not impulsive like she is. She's the reason why they almost get killed all the time."

"She's just trying to take action because she's tired of him waiting to make a move the whole time."

"Well maybe he would if she didn't go in guns blazing all the time."

"No one's going to win in this argument. We're both too stubborn."

"Fine, what if we played rock paper scissors to see who wins."

"Fine", she says. I won. And now I have a pouty fiancée on my couch. Who looks damn cute while pouting. God, I wish I could do something about this.

"Alright sore loser, how about I get us some lemonade and you choose something else to watch, yeah?" I move to get up patting her knee twice, that was bent on the couch towards me.

I kind of love having my best friend living with me. It just feels like we are hanging out all the time and never have to stop because someone has to go home. I really could get used to this. And I can't wait for her to see what I've got planned for tonight, the second of my apology dates.

I move back into the living room with our lemonade and we spend the rest of the afternoon eating our lunch and watching movies. When 4 o'clock hits, we peel ourselves off the couch and begin to get ready for dinner. She takes the bathroom while I get ready in the bedroom and once, I'm done I move downstairs to the living room to get everything ready for dinner. I make her favorite, chicken alfredo with garlic bread.

Now, I know what you're thinking. Lucas, you're rich and have never had a care in the world. Why didn't you just have a private chef come in and cook everything for you? Well my dearest audience, little known fact, I like to cook. I don't always eat out and my mother taught me how to cook when I was younger.

Last night was a redo of the first date Riley and I had as a couple. Tonight, is the date that I should've taken her on that first night, and the dates I would like to continue after we're married. Being with Riley, the smallest things seemingly have the most impact and I know that no matter how much money I spend, her trust and respect cannot be bought.

I have just placed the basket of bread on the table and am plating up the pasta when she walks down the stairs. Now I'm glad that we weren't going anywhere, because I know that as soon as we walked into a restaurant all eyes would be on her. We may just be friends in this situation but she is still MY fiancée, and I'll be damned if someone else so much as looks at her in the wrong way.

Her short red dress swings as she walks towards me in her heels. I meet her halfway and offer my arm out to her, which she chuckles and takes, before leading her over to the table I set up for us. I rush back to the kitchen to finish plating our pasta before returning to her.

"Lucas that was delicious."

"Thank you, but we're not quite through yet." I go to the kitchen and pull out a piece of chocolate cake that I bought from her favorite bakery in the city. "I would've made you chocolate cake, but I feared I'd just embarrass myself."

"This has been wonderful Lucas really. Thank you."

"So, does this mean I'm forgiven."

She leans over to give me a kiss on my cheek, "It means you're more than forgiven." We both dig into the slice of cake while striking up conversation about anything and everything. She helps me do the dishes, even though I kept insisting to her that I had everything handled, and we ended up having a slight war with the bubbles from the dishes.

Once everything was done, we headed back upstairs to get changed, and spent the next few hours lying in bed talking. Overall, it was a pretty great day.

2 weeks and 3 days till the wedding.