The Perfect Moment

Part Eight

"Thank you so much for helping me with dealing with this" I heard Luke tell mum.

"No worries, honey. I just figured you should know, and when I knew how you felt, I needed to make sure you would change so that Andrea would feel safe with you, and that you'd take care of her too," mum answered. I don't think they knew I heard their conversation, but I kept listening.

"I was a wreck. I didn't know what to do with myself. It took me a week to dare to tell mum about this" Luke continued.

"You've both been busy, and that's fine. I'm just a bit surprised she didn't think of telling you at all," mum said.

"I don't blame her though. It must of been tough dealing with a baby at seventeen," he said to back me up. What a sweethearted person he was. That boy was good inside out, and I couldn't be more happy with the father of my daughter.

I then heard steps, and pretended to be busy with something as they both walked in. Luke held the baby in his arms, like he had done the last two hours. He had just fed her for the first time. I snapped a picture of him.

"Do you mind me sending this to Michael, Calum and Ashton?" I asked him without showing him the picture.

"Absolutely not" he smiled widely and sat down next to me.

"As long as you don't tell anyone else. You haven't, have you?" he asked me worried.

"A lot of people at school know that I had her, but not with you. No one really cares either. The only one that knows is Lisa, but that's cool" I answered.

"Good. I made a deal with my manager on not letting anyone know about her for a while, so I need you to avoid showing her off too much on the internet and so on," he told me, not even checking if it was okay.

I got a little offended, but after giving it some thought, I figured it was probably for the best.

"Okay," I smiled.

I decided to go to bed early that night, even before my little girl, because I was exhausted. I had been having a rough time lately, with her waking up every hour of the night. Luke and mum said they'd take care of her, and I thanked them both for letting me go to sleep.

I couldn't even put my head on my pillow before I fell asleep. What a relief. It felt like seconds, but when I heard her scream, and I opened my eyes, it was completely dark inside the room. It must of been hours. I sat up in the bed and rubbed my eyes. just as I was about to pull my duvet off and go get her on the edge of my med, the door opened.

"Don't worry. I've got her," Luke whispered while hurrying over to my bedside.

"Thank you," I mumbled and laid back down, still watching him. Why the hell was he still here? I asked myself, while I watched him place my baby gently up to his shoulder, cradling her a little. He then walked out of my room, leaving me and my thoughts all alone.

The morning after I found myself wondering why my baby wasn't next to me. Where was she? Where was Luke? he slept on the couch up in the second floor, he had explained, but now he wasn't there. Fuck. What had he done to my baby?

I ran down the stairs faster than I had ever done, into the kitchen, but he wasn't there. Not at the bathroom, and not in mum's room. I ran into the living room and stopped dead. There he sat, his back against the armrest of the couch with his long legs straddling the couch, and with my little girl firmly on his chest with his hands on her, her rising when his chest did. He looked so adorable sitting there, I forced myself to take a picture of them.

Mum had left for work, so the clock must of been a lot. I checked, and it was ten to ten! she had never slept for that long before. I decided I'd let them both sleep more, so I went to make us some breakfast. I toasted some bread, made two cups of tea and prepared the milk for the baby. Then I set the table, before I started spreading butter on our toasts.

"We would make a perfect family," I heard Luke say, and I turned around a bit too quickly for my own comfort.

"Luke please don't" I threatened him.

"But we would! Just look at us. We fit so well, babe," he said, making me cry.

"No, we don't. You fit perfectly with your daughter, and I couldn't been happier about that, but I fit perfectly with my baby too. The problem is that I don't fit with the father of my baby," I cried.

"Please, babe. I fit with both my babies" he said to try and comfort me.

"Don't call me that," I whispered angrily. I didn't want to wake her up. Luke went to place her in the carry-able bed on the kitchen counter. He then walked me out of the house, to the back yard.

"Look, Andrea. I'm really sorry about everything that's been going on lately, and that I haven't been there for you in time, but I've done everything that I can to help you. I've even sent you money," he started.

"Oh, so you think I should love you again just because you're paying me to take care of my daughter?" I hissed at him.

"No," he sighed. "That's not what I said."

"Do you expect me to believe you when you love me just because of my daughter, then?" I tried again.

"No, Andrea. That's not what I'm telling you. If you just let me explain this, I'll let you think whatever you want afterwards," he begged.

"Why should I?" I asked sassily, and wanted to run back inside.

"Because I love you. Always have, always will," he said, grabbing my wrist to stop me from leaving. Did he really? I wasn't sure, but decided to stay to figure it out.