Her Famous Papa -Completed-

Chapter Twenty-Five

As the week went on it got harder t keep my thoughts in check when it came to Louis or even keeping myself in line when it came to talking back to Zak or just making him mad which intern made him aggressive and very violent but luckily he never showed Em that side of himself. So instead of staying at the studio with the boys and hanging out after our sessions were over I normally would take Em to the store to grab something to cook for dinner and then we would go home so that # could get any type of housework done that still needed to be done before Zak would get back from work. While I do all of the housework I am also working on teaching Em the basics such as the alphabet, reading, writing, and spelling, basic math, and numbers, sign language and communication skills as well as trying to potty train her. After all of the housework was done and Em was full from one of her favorite meals, it was normally around six at night, which meant bath time, a lavender-filled bubble bath, and storytime. After she fell asleep, I went back into the kitchen to clean up from coming and do the dirty dishes and make sure that there was a leftover meal in the microwave for Zak when he came home. 

As I was finishing up I heard my phone ringing and looked at the time on the oven clock it was now a quarter to ten at night so who could be calling me this late. I didn't think to look at the caller ID to see if I knew who was calling me, I just answered it and a part of me wished I hadn't.  

"Hello?" I asked answering the phone. "Hazza!!!" Louis said in a quiet tone which I knew was going to get me into some trouble because I promised myself that the only time that I would be having any type of conversation with Louis was about our daughter or work nothing more, nothing less. "Yes, Louis? If you called to wish Em a good night I am afraid that she is already  in bed." I stated. "I know and I am sorry that I missed your call earlier, how has she been?" He asked hopefully. "She misses you, she wants to know why we aren't living together like all of the families in her books and the movies that she watches but I have to keep making her understand that we aren't in love anymore," I said. "Not in love anymore?" He asked and I could hear the sadness in his voice. "Yes, Louis, we aren't in love anymore. You are engaged to Eleanor, you have a child with her, you are marrying her." I said getting a little upset. "That's because you left! You can!" I could now hear the slur of his words meaning that he has been drinking but it didn't matter to me he hurt me by blaming all of this on me, "And why did I leave? Hmm? Was it because you didn't want to come out to the world with me? Was it because we were in a big argument? Was it the fact that you swore that you didn't want kids and I had recently found out that I was pregnant with your child or how about the fact that you made plans to meet me in our hotel room so that we could talk about this and you never showed up! What was I supposed to do? Just sit around and wait until you noticed that your daughter was coming into this world and I wouldn't let anyone hurt her especially when it came to you telling me no every time we talked about kids? What was I supposed to do when I found out that you proposed to your fake girlfriend? What was I meant to do when I was already a month along and depressed as hell?" I yelled into the phone. "Hazza..." He said but I cut him off. "Save it, Louis. I loved you and I still do, but I sacrificed my own happiness for our daughter because she was meant to be loved and without you, I had to love her enough for the both of us. I moved on though, I moved on and now I only want you calling this number if it has to either do with Em or work, no more drunk calls." I said and before I hung up I heard him said, "I will fight for us." "I sure hope not"  I spoke out loud after I hung up the phone with tears running down my face.

"Daddy? Papa Didn't want me?" Em said coming out from behind the couch.  I could tell how upset my daughter was and I knew that I had to try and calm her down before she got herself to worked up. "Em, baby I need you to try and calm down. deep breaths." I tried talking to her soothingly. "Papa doesn't love me!" She cried even harder. I wanted to break down crying but I knew that I needed to be strong for my little girl. She soon ended up crying herself to sleep as I just sat on the couch and held her and now knowing that she was asleep I started crying my eyes out but never making noise to wake her. I soon saw that it was midnight and I was so tired from the day's work and to realize that I had to be up and in the studio for our last recording session for or BBC Radio 1 Live Lounge solo and band covers. I picked Em up and walked her to the master bedroom and laid her on my side of the bed and snuggled into the blanket with her.

"Your Papa loves you, princess, he may not have wanted any kids when he was with me but you, my little miracle, you are what brings me the most happiness. And, you don't have to worry about anything because no matter what I love you and I will until the end of time!" I said.