His Little Girl ~A Luke Hemmings gay fanfiction~

Chapter 8- Ake and the no good mother

When we get home, I put Dallas in her room then go back into the living room. "Do you wanna try and call your mom again?", Blake asks. I nod my head and take out my phone, dialing the number. It rings twice, then goes to voice mail. I sigh and shove the phone back in my pocket. "Nothing?". I shake my head and sit down on the couch.

He sits down beside me and to my surprise, takes my hand. He doesn't link our fingers, just takes my hand in his and looks at me. I look back at him. "Are you okay?", he asks. I shrug. To be honest, not knowing what's wrong with my daughter is really scary. And I shouldn't be sitting here, holding hands with the guy who almost ruined my life, though, in a way, he made it better.

"She's my everything, I want her to be happy, that's all I've ever wanted. I would risk everything for her to be happy. Just long ever parent should. They grow up too fast. I didn't think she would go into her stubborn fase at 11 months", I laugh. He chuckles lightly. "I'm scared". This is the first time I've said that out loud in a very long time.

The last time was when I was 4. My dad had started screaming at my mother and my sister was holding me closly. I was crying, really hard. I finally found the breath to say "I'm scared", then she let me go. She left me alone to get him to stop, she knew I was terrified. I tried to stop her, but she went. The result? He killed her. I've never been the same way since I lost my rock.

But I'm not ready to tell that to Blake. I can't, not yet. "It's okay to be scared, Luke. Wanna know the reason that I was such a bitch to you the first time we met?". I shake my head. "I was really scared you were gonna shun me for being a..what'd you call it? A rich bitch. I didn't wanna be rejected, so I acted like I was one. Once I got to know you, I cut the crap. I'm glad I did". I laugh lightly.

"Yeah, I'm glad you did too", I say. He lets go of my hand to rest his hand on my cheek. We're facing each other and our faces are really close. His eyes look down to my lips, then up again. Before he can torture me any further, I lean forward and press my lips to his. He kisses back almost instantly. The kiss is soft and gentle, just like the kiss before.

Believe me when I tell you that there was something in that kiss. I have never believed in sparks, or feelings, let alone love. But the kiss made me believe in everything. For a second, everything is so calm and so perfect. Then he pulls away. He rests his forehead against mine and breathes heavily. "Damn", is all he says. I smile. "If that's what a simple kiss with you is like, I wonder what a hug from you feels like". He moves his head from mine and wiggles his eyebrows, making me laugh more.

I stand up and he looks up at me. "Guess you'll have to catch me to find out", I say challengingly. I start running and I hear him behind me. "You won't catch me!". I run past Dallas' room and into my own room. I jump on the bed and hide under a blanket. He laughs when he sees me.

"I wonder where Luke is?", he says, then jerks the cover off. He laughs and sits beside me, resting his head on my shouler. "I think we're 4 years old". I laugh and nod my head. I've never been so comfortable with someone before. He takes his head off my shoulder as a knock on the door sounds.

I stand up and go to the door to answer it. Some guy I don't know stands there. Oh no, not now. Of all times please tell me he's not gonna tell me that he's Blake's boyfriend or some shit. "Hello", I greet.

"HI! I'm Corey! How are you?", he asks. I raise my eyebrow at him in reply. "Good, good! Anyway, as I said, I'm Corey! Are you Lucas?". I cringe at what he calls me. No one calls me Lucas....except my mother.

"It's just Luke. Um, who are you? And don't say Coret, you mentioned that twice", I reply. He laughs loudly. Am I being punked? Like, for real. No one acts like this around here. It's getting annoying.

"I'm from the happy sunshine daycare! Your daughter was with us today and she seemed to have been fairly quiet all day. I wanted to see if she was better today!", he says. Oh my god, so that explains it!

Dallas has always had a barrier around her. It's my fault and I planned to start making her more social when she turns a year old. "Oh! Yeah! Thank you so much for coming!", I say. He smiles and I close the door in his face. I lean against the door and take a heavy sigh.

Blake comes over to me. "I am gonna kill my fucking mother", I say, letting out another sigh. "Dal is fine, she just didn't have the best day and when she isn't around her daddy for a long time, she gets this way". I walk past him and to Dallas' room. She's sitting on the floor where I put her, playing with her stuffed giraffe.

"Hey Dal. You're home now, you're okay", I say. She looks up at me with tears in her eyes, then starts crying. This is what Dallas does as well. When she's scared, she doesn't show it until she is told she's okay. She might be very young, but she's pretty smart. I put her in my lap and hold her until she's calm. Blake doesn't come in the room, as if he's scared I would get upset that he ruined a daddy daughter time.

I stand and take Dallas into the living room with me. "AKE!", She says when she sees Blake. I look at her in shock. Of course she says Da, she has been since she was 2 months old. But nothing like this. I see Blake smile brightly and come over to her. She puts a hand on his nose. "My Ake".