5SOS Imagines/Smuts 2015

The Stepbrother 3 - L.H.

"Luke, I think I'm pregnant."

I guess this was something we both didn't think of. The thrill of sneaking behind our parents sent so much adrenaline through our veins, and now, we're paying the price. Or rather, I'm paying the price.

"W-what do you mean you're pregnant?"

He stared at me as if I just told him the most ridiculous thing ever.

"I'm pregnant Luke. It's your child."

I don't know what to feel back then. He looked like he was going to vomit. All those months of loving eyes that he used to stare at me were replaced with fear and horror. How stupid was I to not notice that he wasn't wearing any condom back then?

"I-It can't be. Y/N I'm only 18!"

I cried so hard that night. The way he slammed the door of the very apartment where we had good memories. When we sneaked out to celebrate my birthday by him thoroughly drilling me on the mattress.

"Honey...You're going to keep it, right?"

My mom was really understanding. I told her everything and she wasn't mad. Especially John. He didn't show any anger. Only disappointment that Luke ran away from me.

"Mommy, what are you thinking?" I smiled at the 2 year old boy by my side. He had Luke's eyes and his hair, but I still gave him every possible amount of love I could give him for the past two years.

I had no connection with Luke whatsoever and I learned to get over him for leaving us. John told me that Luke would always ask if I talk about him but I would always say no.

He had broken me when I needed him the most and he wasn't going to earn my apology any time soon.

***
The family reunion. Of course he'd be here. Grandma lightened up when he saw little Lucas running towards her. Luke's eyes widened when he met yours.

Cold. He thought. It wasn't the same way he looked at you when you entered the house. Instead, you held a great amount of hatred towards him for neglecting and your child. And it didn't help the girl who clung to his side. His girlfriend. You thought.

You didn't care though. All you needed was your son. You were happy that way. You went to your aunties and gave them your greetings, some of them hugging you so tight, for they knew what you had gone through before Lucas was born.

"Hey." His voice was hoarse and huskier than before. Not the 18 year old Luke you used to sneak in your bedroom at night.

"Hi." You smiled at the girl beside him and excused yourself. However, a cheery voice caught your attention, and his at the same time.

"Calum?" Calum was the guy who sat infront of you during philosopy. He's also your bestfriend. He admitted to liking you and was there for you when you were going through the stages of a pregnant hormonal woman.

"Daddy!" You were startled by your son's voice, his tiny legs bringing him towards the black-haired guy and clung to his leg. Calum held him under his arms and carried him, kissing his nose.
You smiled at the scene.

"Lucas, you shouldn't call Uncle Calum your daddy."

"B-but he told me it was okay. I want him to be my daddy." He stared at you with those adorable blue eyes, and for a moment you saw Luke. You shook your thoughts and smiled instead, dragging the two over to the dining table where dinner was already being served.

Luke frowned. Who was that guy anyway? He knew the kid was his son. Why did she keep him? He should be the one carrying his kid, not some Asian-looking guy he doesn't even know.