If Lincoln had to name the biggest problem with dating his own sister, it would obviously be the fact that he has to pretend to be interested in other girls so that he doesn't get asked uncomfortable questions.
It wasn't that Lucy particularly enjoyed being forced to like another boy just so her sisters would finally leave her alone. No, to be fair, the two lovers found themselves completely exhausted one day from their constant charade. They gathered in the living room after everyone else had left to discuss it.
"This whole thing's over!" Lincoln said, slamming his hair back in frustration that Lori had tried to set him up with Ronnie-Anne again. "She keeps telling me I need to stop kidding myself and admit we'd be perfect for each other if I stopped acting like a child!"
"I feel for you," Lucy replied simply, sitting next to him with her head down for comfort. "It's just as annoying as Lisa…"
"Huh? No…" he would have laughed if their sisters' persistence weren't so exhausting. "Again? Is she really trying to calculate who your ideal partner would be with her computer?"
"I prefer to call it the love-destroying machine," she muttered. "...I'll probably destroy it tonight before Lisa asks me again if I like it when a boy is taller or shorter than me."
Silence gently passed between them before Lincoln gave her a curious look.
"Is this important to you?"
Looking at him with a single glance, young Loud smiled gently at the question. Her boyfriend wasn't the type to worry about such trivial things; he knew perfectly well that she loved him just the way he was.
"Before you, I thought the ideal man had to be two heads taller than me," she replied with a dark giggle. "But now? ...I'm happy every time I feel your chin on my head... or when I can snuggle up against your neck..."
Blood flushed his cheeks, and Lincoln smiled happily as he took his sweetheart's hand, which she eagerly intertwined with his. Their thumbs twisted together as he savored this rare moment of peace, so rare lately due to the pressure from his family, who seemed to be constantly on the lookout for their next move in the romance department.
If only everyone knew how much they love each other, then no one would bother them anymore.
"I really don't know what to do anymore..." Lucy sighed, her shoulders slumped with fatigue.
"Me neither… And to be honest, I'm really tired of pretending to love a girl just to get some peace and quiet," Lincoln said, a growl in his voice. "I don't like it, and I could never do it while I'm thinking about you."
Words of love are not rare. No, it's a language practiced with care by the two Louds who gaze at each other tenderly.
"Me neither, I'm tired of pretending just for them..." she said with a sigh.
"We could run away?" he suggests with a laugh. "I'm sure the weather is very nice in France."
"Perhaps," she said with an amused smile. "But they're not exactly welcoming to siblings in love either."
"Tsk… I'll change my name," he said, his voice more serious. "I'll become Lincoln… Lagaran."
An angel passes by again, then a mischievous demon shoots an arrow into his buttocks.
"Lucy Lagaran… Hmm… I like that," she said with her eyes closed. "But no running away to France until I have a ring on my finger."
"Same here," he replied, holding her close. "You can't do anything until I have my ring."
Laughing lovingly, Lucy quickly swings a leg over her brother's hips, who giggles as he watches his sweetheart straddle him, her arms around his neck. Forehead to forehead, they feel their hearts pound together as the blood in their veins races, making them euphoric.
"It's not very wise of you to forbid me something, Mr. Lagaran," she murmured lovingly, her lips brushing against his. "I tend to like what's taboo."
Having nothing else to say with his tongue now warmer, Lincoln passionately kisses his queen while forgetting the sorrows and troubles of their life.
Even though France remains a beautiful idea...