Punks Meet Flower Crowns >> Lashton AU ✔️

117. ~ Blunder

Note: What's this? A double update? Yay! Oh, and if you haven't checked out my ot4 fic, Dominion (BDSM AU), please do. <3

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Time: 8:41 am.

Setting: Dressing Room. St. James Catholic Cathedral.

Luke: (wearing slacks and a button up with a vest over it) How are you doing?

Gemma: (playing with a strand of her hair, still in a bathrobe) Alright.

Luke: It's your wedding day and you're doing 'alright'? (Gemma shrugs, snorts) How far along are you?

Gemma: (softens) Just about to pop, actually. God knows how hard it was to get a weddings dress for a pregnant woman.

Luke: (muttering) Not as hard as you'd think, actually.

Gemma: (looking down) You didn't have to come. I would have understood.

Luke: (gruff) I'm here for Ashton. In case, he decides to chicken out and throw himself into a river or something equally as stupid.

Gemma: (nods, bites her lip) I didn't mean for all of this to happen. I really love Ashton, just...not in that way anymore.

Luke: (quiet for a moment, sighs) Gemma, let me be honest. I'm not here to ruin your wedding day. In fact, I'm glad you're getting married to Niall. You two deserve to be together. And I'm not going to spout some bullshit about you and Ashton because, frankly, I wasn't there when your relationship fell apart and I don't need the gory details. (puts his hands in his pockets) All I care about is Ashton. Understand that I don't really care for much else. The world could come crashing down and set on fire and the only thing I would ever care about is your ex-husband. So, please, don't tell me that I didn't have to come. If Ashton needs me, I'll be there. I made a promise to him and I stick by my promises.

Gemma: (stunned, quiet) I'm glad, then.

Luke: (raises an eyebrow) Pardon?

Gemma: (kind smile) I was his best friend before I married him. I'm happy that Ashton has someone who loves him as much as you do. He needs it.

Luke: I know that.

Gemma: (sighs) I am excited. Don't get me wrong. I'm just a little tired. This baby is kicking like he's playing football in my tummy.

Luke: (softens, sitting down) Must be nice, having a child.

Gemma: Actually I'm a little freaked.

Luke: (nods) I understand.

Gemma: Ashton told you?

Luke: Yeah. (comfortingly) It'll be okay, Gemma. The baby will be fine.

Gemma: (taking in a deep breath, convincing herself) Yeah. He'll be fine. He'll be just fine.

Luke: Exactly. (Gemma gasps, Luke gets to his feet, worried) You alright?

Gemma: (eyes widen) No, no. Not now.

Luke: (confused, walks toward Gemma, she stumbles into his arms, holding onto his vest) What's happening? Gemma!

Gemma: The baby's coming. Call Niall.

Luke: (shocked) What? (clueless) Shit. Uh. Breathe. (freaking out) What's going on?

Gemma: (louder, pained but annoyed) My water broke, you dumbass! Now, call my fucking fiance!

Luke: (pulls out phone, still holding Gemma, presses Ashton's name, before Ashton can speak) Give the phone to Niall! Now!

Niall: (confused) Luke? What's up?

Luke: (slightly hysterical) Get your arse to the dressing room and tell Ashton to get the van. (Gemma lets out a pained cry) Congratulations, Horan. You're going to be a dad.

Note: Yay! Babeh!