His Little Girl ~A Luke Hemmings gay fanfiction~

Chapter 7- Silent babies and gentle kisses

I blush brightly and look at Blake. "Um, no one has ever really..banged on my door before so, I assume that's for you", he says. I nod my head and stand up, walking over to the door. "Wait! I need to go get a shirt! I don't want people assuming things". I nod my head, a little dissapointed about what he just said. He's ashamed of me, obviously. Oh the horror of someone thinking he was doing stuff with a poor helpless begger. He jumps off the couch and to his room.

I open the door, revealing a sobbing Michael. "Michael? What's wrong? Are you hurt?", I ask. I pull him in the apartment and sit him on the couch. "Is it Ashton?". He stays silent. "I freaking knew this was gonna happen! What the hell did I tell you?! He isn't any good for you, He's engaged, for the love of god, what the hell were you seriously thinking?". He just sits there, no other noise except for the slight sobbing of Michael.

Blake comes in the room and stands beside of me. I try and ignore the fact that he's wearing a white tank top, a white dressy shirt in his hands. "What's going on? Why are you screaming?", he asks me. I point to Michael. He sits beside of him quickly. "What's wrong?".

Before Michael has a chance to reply, I interrupt. "He's a fucking idiot, he fell for someone who is 1.straight, 2.engaged, 3. has a baby on the way. Look Michael, it's one thing to have a crush, but it went too far", I reply. Blake looks at me with pure shock.

"Luke, he obviously loved the guy. A lot. He didn't choose to fall in love with Ashton, but it happened. I didn't choose to like-...never mind me. Ashton showed Michael romantic attention, of course if he liked him that much, he's gonna go for it. Who wouldn't?", he replies.

"He's engaged!", I shout. Blake shakes his head and stands up. "Um, I beg to differ. He does happen to be engaged, her name is Monica and to be honest, they're good for each other".

"Are you saying this stuff because of what I said at the coffee shop? I just said something about Katherine! Not about Dallas, or Blake, or someone else that's important in your life! Ashton is all I have!", he cries.

"Fuck you! OUT OF MY HOUSE!", I scream. He crosses his arms and looks over at Blake, who just shrugs shyly. Michael walks out quickly, slamming the door. I turn to face Blake. "It isn't my house, I know". Blake smiles.

"No, it isn't. It's ours, Dallas' too. And I know why you did what you did, I don't agree with the rude stuff you said, but the way he said he had nothing struck you. You're more than what you lead on Luke, I know you are", he says. I look down at the floor and shrug.

"Yeah, okay. Maybe I am. My life isn't grand, before Dallas, I literally had nothing. Nothing. My mom hates me, dad hates me, I was hated so much. I hated myself. Then one night, Katherine showed me happiness. Not in a romanitc way, nothing like that. But somehow, I was at a party and it happened. And it was the best thing that ever happened to me. Not having sex with her, but creating my literal angel, I don't regret it", I say to him. He smiles and takes a small step forward.

"So, you're gay?", He asks.

"Confirmed", I nod.

"Great", he says. Before I can question him, he comes all the way up to me, putting his hand on my cheek and brushing his lips against mine, before kissing me soflty. I kiss back almost instantly, putting both of my hands on his waist. He pulls back softly. "Vanilla?". I nod and kiss him again, slightly deeper this time, not wanting it to end. But guess what?

The doorbell rang, imagine that happening hm.

He pulls back and smiles sweetly at me. "Can you get that?", he asks. I roll my eyes and he laughs and scurries off back into his bed room. I answer the door reavealing my mother and Dallas.

"Take her quickly please. I have to go somewhere", she says, handing me Dallas and then running off. I raise my eyebrow but just close the door and put Dallas down. She is really quiet, which makes me worried.

"Hey Dal, did you have fun with gramma today? What did you guys do?", I ask. She just looks up at me, not saying a word. I sit down on the floor infront of her. "Are you sleepy?". She shakes her head. "Do you feel okay?". She doesn't say anything. Blake comes into the room, now fully dressed in his suit.

"Hey Dally, what's up butter cup?", he says, pulling the brush through his short hair. She just keeps her eyes on me. "Oh, is Dally sleepy today? Must have had too much fun with grandma Hemmings". He walks into the kitchen and pours himself a cup of coffee.

"She's acting strange", I say, not taking my eyes off of her. She doesn't look tired and she doesn't look pale. I put a hand to her forehead and she isn't hot. "Dallas, does your tummy hurt?". I put a hand on her tummy and she shakes her head no.

Blake comes over to me and bends down beside of me. "Dally, can you tell Blake and daddy what's wrong? Can you give us a smile?", he asks. She shakes her head. "Maybe you should call you mom ask her if something happened". I nod my head and take my phone out and dial the number.

She doesn't answer at all so I hang up. "I'm gonna take her to the doctor. But they don't make appointments on the day of the call. What am I gonna do?", I ask. Blake stands up.

"Maybe we should take her to the emergency room? They can get her in fast and no one is really at the hopsital this early anyway", he says. I smile a little. He said we. I nod my head and stand, picking up Dallas.

I grab her bag and the 3 of us head for the hospital. When we arrive, we get out and Dallas gets her from her car seat. She is still quiet. We take her in and sign her in and the front desk, then sit down to wait.

I hold Dallas in my lap and Blake keeps her entertained. "Dally, guess what?", he asks. She just looks at him. "CHICKEN BUTT!". I'm sorry, but I don't even blame Dallas for not laughing at that one.

"Dallas Hemmings", the doctor says. I look at Blake and we both get up. I carry Dallas into through the double doors and into a room. "So, what seems to be the problem?". I shrug and she laughs lightly. "I know that feeling". He comes over and feels her head.

He proceeds to check everything else. "So, why have you brough her here today?", he asks me. I start explaining to him that she isn't talking, she's not playing, she isn't doing anything. I didn't know what else to do. He nods, telling me this isn't the first time he's seen this.

"Well, she doesn't feel hot, her heart beat is normal and so is everything else. Maybe she saw something that shocked her today? Was she with you all day?", he asks. I shake my head and tell him she was with my mom. "Have you spoken to your mom?".

"She hasn't returned my calls, and she was quite quick to leave after picking her up. I thought that was odd, she has never done that", I reply. He nods his head. "Do you think something happened there?".

"Well, I'm not sure. I think that you should definitely talk to her, find out if something happened. But for now, your baby is totally fine and healthy. So, just talk to your mom and go from there", he replies. I stand up and shake his hand.

"Sorry for wasiting your time", I say. He waves me off.

"No, no. I have seen this so many times before. Be careful. Oh, and it was good seeing you again", he says. I look at Blake and see he's blushing. What's he mean again?

A/N: OH MY GOSH THEY KISSED. But like...whut is with the doctor dude? And uh...what is wrong with Dallas?

QUESTIONS!
1. What do you think of Blake calling Dallas Dally?
2. Theories?
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