A.N.- And here's the next one! I'd really love to hear what you guys think of the story/characters!

Chapter 24- Spaghetti And Meatballs

Elena Amber

"We should go get lunch," I said into James' shoulder. I was nestled into his arms as we all sat in House's office. His hand stroked my hair and he nodded. I smiled and gave him a kiss and then another; his lips warm and gentle against my own.

"You shouldn't walk, Elena love, so do you want me to get a wheelchair for you or carry you?"

"Carry me," I said and he wrapped my legs around him and held me close and tightly with his right hand and I could feel his heart beat. House smirked.

"Aren't they sweet?" I shot him a look but eventually I gave in and smiled as we walked out of House's office and to the elevator. I closed my eyes as James rubbed my back as we rode down to the first floor where the cafeteria was. I heard some smooth jazz play until we got out of the elevator.

"James? I just want it to be you and me forever. I don't want to share you with anyone," I said not really sure how I had come to think of this again at this moment; on our first real date I had told James I didn't want children and nor did he. After Seth's death that idea was really enforced because I didn't want to have to deal with someone close to me dying from cancer again.

"It will be Elena, okay? Open your eyes and look at me, angel." I opened my eyes and looked into his, "I promise: just you and me angel."

"I love you," I said as we entered the cafeteria and he sat me in a booth.

"I'm going to go get you something to eat," he said and kissed me gently before going to get me something and when he left I closed my eyes. I hadn't been waiting long when a kiss on my lips woke me. I opened my eyes and there James stood; all six feet of perfection.

The plate was full of spaghetti and meatballs, my personal favorite food. James pulled me into his lap and handed me a fork. I took it and started eating as he rubbed my hips and listened to my lungs and then my heart. "Breathe in, Elena."

"This is good," I said as I took a bite of meatball.

"I had them make it just for you," he said. I laughed.

"That is so not true James Wilson," I laughed as I took a sip of my soda, "but nice try with your sweet talk; it works."

He smiled.

Anyone else with me on the fact that they want their own Wilson?