𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙛 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚

prologue part 1.3(Genevieve)

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Luke left a month ago. I miss him. I cried for an entire week. Luke called me every day until I stopped picking up. Seeing his face and hearing his voice but not being able to touch him was too much. So I stopped picking up and eventually he stopped calling.

I don't know why I didn't realize sooner. I missed my period, I never miss my period. Maybe because I was grieving the loss of our relationship.

I didn't tell anyone before I took the test. And afterwards I didn't tell anyone until I almost started showing. I told my mom first. I don't know how I expected her to react. She was never a good mother. It wasn't in her nature. So when she kicked me out I wasnt surprised. I went to Samantha's, told her and then broke down. She called Samuel. They went with me for my first appointment. I heard my baby's heart beat and I knew I was going to keep her.

They told me to call Luke. I refused. A baby will only hold him down. I don't want that for him. They thought I was stupid and told me it was unfair to him but agreed that at the end of the day it was my decision.

I let the Hemingways know. They were surprised. They wanted call their son and talk to him. To let him. I told I'll leave and they'll never see me again if they did. It was a low blow but I didn't want Luke to know. Not yet. When he's done with college, he'll come back home and we'll be a family again. I know he'll be mad at me for keeping the child from him but he's Luke. My Luke. He'll come back to me. To us.

I decided to stay with the Hemingways for a while. At least until the pregnancy was over.

I dropped out of high school. Moved in with the Hemingways. And started working at a cafe. The pay was good. I think it was because I was pregnant. The cafe owners, Mr and Mrs Stokes, were really good. So I liked it.

I stopped working at 32 weeks. Mrs Stokes told me I was welcome back at any time. Samantha and Mrs Hemingway threw me a baby shower. They gifted me everything my baby and I could possibly need. It was their way of helping me.
When my water broke The Hemingways took me to the hospital. Mrs Hemingway stayed with me through out the delivery. And I welcomed my little Lucy into this world.

The next few months were tiring. Newborn babies are no joke, I wouldn't have survived without Luke's parents. There were moments when I wanted to call Luke and tell him everything. I missed him and I wanted him with me. With us. I wanted to see him hold our baby. I just wanted to see him again.

I thought I would. I thought Luke would come home during the holidays. But Luke told his parents that he got an internship and that he wouldn't be coming home.

Luke's friends and family hated lying to him. But I was adamant that he come home on his own. That Lucy and I wouldn't be a catalyst in his decision to come back.

I got back to the cafe. And even started taking baking lessons in hopes of working in the bakery at some point.
Lucy turned one. There was a small party with a smash cake. She wore the prettiest dress and looked like a princess. My friends weren't happy about that fact that we couldn't share anything on socials though. But I couldn't risk Luke seeing anything.

I moved out of Luke's house. Got a small apartment near the cafe. It was convenient that it was also near to Luke's because they loved babysitting Lucy. Grandparents' rights, they claimed it.
Luke didn't come home that year either. Not even for Christmas. Instead the Hemingways went there. Luke loved England and he wanted his parents to see the place that he loved so much. So they went there. I think they loved it as much as he did. Because they went there a few more times through out the years. Always brought some souvenirs for Lucy and I. But never Luke.

Three years after he left. Luke came back to town for two days. It was a surprise visit. He spent some time with his parents and then he left. It was all so quick. It was in the middle of the year. Everyone of our friends were in colleges, maybe that's why he left so soon. Without telling anyone or seeing anyone.

I was so sad that I dropped Lucy off at the Hemingway's and got drunk that day. That was the first time I have gotten drunk since Lucy. I regretted it the next day.

I should have been happy when Luke finally came back home. I should have been glad that I can finally tell him about Lucy. That Lucy can finally meet her dadda. I should have been happy. But I wasn't.

In his final year at college, during break, Luke went to India with one of his friends. I don't know why. No one told me. I should have known then. Should've guessed how everyone seems to avoid the questions about Luke.

Maybe they thought I had moved on and didn't want to set anything back for me. Maybe that's why no one told me anything. Not his parents and not our friends.

I wish they had. Because if I knew. If I had a heads up. Maybe I wouldn't have been so heartbroken.

Because he didn't come back home alone.