Glowing

Chapter One

Chapter One

"I want to have a part in my baby's life." I looked into Lucas's brown eyes, which looked serious, and laughed.

"You must be kidding me."

"What? Is it so unbelievable that I want to raise and look after my child?"

"Come on, you're Lucas Medler! You don't care about things like that; all you care about is basketball and sex."

"Who are you to say that's all I care about?"

"You said that, when I woke up and found you fully clothed already leaving."

"It was the after-effects of a fun-full night."

"And now we're getting off the subject..."

"I have rights, you know? This is my baby!"

"Our baby, Luke, it’s our baby." I said softly, a solitary tear making its way down my cheek. His expression instantly softened as he noticed it and he crouched down to match my sitting form.

"Look, See, I understand that out of all the people you'd want to father your baby, I would be the last. But we did the dirty and we've created something beautiful-” I couldn't believe that Lucas Medler, the biggest player and jerk, was saying that having a baby was beautiful. "-together, and now we have to deal with the consequences. Plus, think about it... This is going to be a hell of good looking baby! Our child’s going to be a heartbreaker." I grinned at him and rolled my eyes, making him smirk at me in return. "How far along are you, again?"

"About five weeks along, I think. The baby books say I'll start getting morning sickness soon." I shuddered at the thought. I've always hated being sick... "Do you have any strawberries and tomato soup?" I asked.

"What?" He looked at face. "Uh, okay... A bowl of tomato soup and some strawberries on the side, coming up!" He stood up and then paused. "Do you want it hot or cold?"

"Warm."

--•--

We sat at the dining table in his kitchen with a bowl of soup between us, dipping fresh strawberries into it.

"We should probably get to know each other. Seeing as we'll be in each other’s life for a while."

"Okay, so what's your full name?"

"Lucas Owen Medler. What about you, belleza?"

"What? My full name's Seelia Misha Lacey. My forename inherits from my grandmother, except her name was Seecelia. Misha was my aunt's name. My entire name is hereditary."

"That's cool. My parents want to meet you, by the way. They'll confuse you though – they are Spanish, after all. They say they want to meet 'the bearer of my child'." He shook his head.

"Okay," I stood up and walked to his fridge, grabbing a bottle of Tropicana. "I worship you for having these in your house. Not many people like them." I unscrewed the lid and took a large gulp. "So when do I meet the baby-daddy's parents?"

"Are you doing anything tomorrow?"

"No, not that I know of. Well, unless you count my appointment with a hot, bubbly bath as being busy..."

"You can have a bath here. I want to spend all day with you tomorrow, so we can discuss issues."

"Gosh, Luke, straight to the point. You want me bathing in your house already?"

"You know me, never miss an opportunity." He winked.

"I might have to take you up on it. You do have a Jacuzzi bath..." He grinned.

"What do you want to do now?"

"I want to go to the beachside arcades and shops. That was what I was planning to do before you decided to ruin my day,” I said jokingly.

“I know you love me so I’m going to ignore that comment. I’d drive you there, if you like?”

"How about I drive you?" I said, not giving him time to answer as I grabbed his keys from the counter. "Tip one: when I'm in the house, never leave your keys around."

"I'll keep that in mind." He replied. "I guess you can drive, as long as you don't crash or do any reckless driving.” I gave him a look.

"You have such low expectations of my driving skills. Anyway, it’s only a car. I’d be more worried about the people in it.”

"It’s not just any car; it’s the car I bought with my own money only a month ago. It's an Aston Martin!"

"Really?” I threw his door open and ran outside to his garage, opened the door and gaped at the beautiful, black Aston Martin in front of me.

"So, I guess you like my car." He said whilst he pried the keys from my grasp. I didn't fight against it, but just stared at the car instead. "Are you going to get in or what?"

"Oh, yeah I will, sorry." I apologized before opening the car door and slipping in. Damn, the car had an awesome white leather interior...

"So, any particular reason you want to go to the beach?"

"It's a sunny day. I could do with a tan... Just have to lather up in sunscreen I guess, so I don't get skin cancer."

"I could help you with that." He said with a wink as he pulled out of his driveway.

"Hmm. Keep driving, Luca."

"Luca... I like it." He mumbled. “Sounds Spanish.” A large smile crossed my face as I thought about the day I was going to be having. Who would have thought that, not only would I be carrying his child, but I’d also be hanging out with Lucas Medler?

He was my childhood crush, back in 6th Grade. He was that boy who, when you were bullied, would help you up off the ground and fight them off for you. He shared his lunch with me once because I forgot to pack it – my father being gone for an entire week. I had to mature quickly without a mother to look after me; it wasn’t like my father was taking up that role. All he ever cared about was his work - some things never change.