What are we going to do now?// Luke Hemmings

9

"Miss. Excuse me miss." I hear a feminine voice say as a tapping appears on my shoulder.

I flutter my eyes open to see a nurse standing in front of me. A little confused of where I am, I remember I'm in the hospital.

I must've fallen asleep. I think to myself.

"You all are here for Ashton Irwin, correct?" She asks.

"Yes, that's right."

"Well, he's doing alright. He has a couple broken bones and a few gashes. But other than that, he's going to be just fine." She says with a small smile.

"That's great!" I exclaim. "When will we be able to visit him?"

"I presume none of you are related to Mr. Irwin, so either tomorrow or Sunday." She says.

"Ok. Thank you so much." I tell her.

"It's my pleasure." She replies with a smile before walking off.

I sit in the chair as I thank God that Ashton is going to be ok. I should've warned them that Florida is a busy place. But my neighborhood is usually so friendly and nothing ever happens. Kind of like a stereo-typical neighborhood in the U.S.

"Guys, wake up." I say and shake them.

Kona grumbles in her sleep as Luke stays completely still.

"Luke, please get up. We have to go home." I say and shake him by his shoulders.

"Shhh, it'll be ok. Just go back to sleep." He slurs in his slumber.

"Luke, the baby is coming." I say, shaking him viciously.

"WHAT!" He exclaims shooting up out of his chair.

"Oh, good. You're awake." I say with a smile.

"But you--I thought--I hate you." He says as he shakes his head with a smile.

"Kona get your ass up." I say and push her off my shoulder.

She gasps as she catches herself from falling out of the chair.

"Great, let's go home." I say and stand up.

"We can't just leave, what if we're allowed to see Ashton?" Kona asks.

"We'll be able to see him either tomorrow or Sunday. He's alright. A few broken bones and a couple gashes. He's going to live." I tell her.

"Ok." She says in the midst of sighing.

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Walking in the house, I say a quick 'hello' before slowly walking up the stairs and going to my bedroom.

Luke following behind me, he wraps me in his arms as we fall back asleep on my bed.

"Riley, mom wants you." Hunter whispers loudly into my room.

"Are you fucking serious?" I grumble as I get out of Luke's arms.

Exiting my room, I head downstairs to my mother.

"How's Ashton doing?" She asks.

"He's good. A couple broken bones." I shrug.

"Ok, when will he be released?"

"Maybe sometime this week." I say and start to walk back to the stairs.

"Don't sleep too long." She calls.

"No promises. I'm pregnant!" I call back.

"That's not a good excuse." She says.

I roll my eyes before entering my bedroom. Lifting up the covers, I reveal Luke only in his boxers.

I giggle before deciding to strip myself. Walking to his suitcase, I dig through it before grabbing a tank that says 'Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck'.

"That'll look hot on you." I hear a deep, raspy voice say from behind me.

"But will it fit?" I ask as I slide it over my head. "I don't think it's gonna fit." I say as I pull it past my chest.

"I'll get you one of my bigger shirts. That one's more fitted." He tells me as he slips out of bed and walks over to his suitcase.

Luke then grabs a very baggy looking tee shirt that says 'Lost My Mind'. I pull it over my head and it fits.

"At least I don't look so fat anymore." I whisper with a depressed giggle.

"What?" He asks.

"Nothing." I say and shake my head as I head for bed.

"Riley, did you just call yourself fat?" He asks.

"Just let it alone, ok." I mumble and climb into the bed, my back facing him.

"No! Riley, you're not fat. You're pregnant. There's a big difference. I think you're beautiful carrying out little baby girl." He says and wraps his arms around my waist and locks them around my belly.

"But what about all the weight I will gain?"

"It's just baby weight. It'll go away. All of it, just go away." He says and swings his hand through the air.

"Not for all people. They keep the weight and have to work it off." I groan.

"Then we can work it off."

"We? I have to work it off."

"I'm pretty out of shape too, baby." He chuckles.

"No you don't. You have muscles."

He sighs as he sits on the bed and joins me under the covers. As I begin to fall back asleep, Luke starts peppering kisses to my neck.

"Luke." I whine.

"What?" He murmurs.

"Stop, your stubble is tickling me." I giggle.

He then shakes his head, causing his stubble to run against my neck.

"Luke!" I squeal and try to protect my neck with my hands.

"I love when you say my name." He chuckles.

"Oh my god!" I laugh even more than what I was.

"It's true." He shrugs.

"Well, we'd greatly appreciate if you would let me take a nap." I say in the midst of yawning.

"Alright. Good night my baby girls." he says and presses a kiss to my cheek.