Babygirl || Lucky B Smith

1.12

I woke up on the ground of our musky hotel room with the extremely bright lights casting in our room. I guess someone may have forgotten to close those last night.

Last night. Oh my god.

I groaned, my head throbbing. I rubbed my eyes and found myself still completely naked luckily wrapped in a blanket. I gasped knowing lucky was a light sleeper and I didn't want him to see me. His bag was on the ground about a foot away from me so I quickly dug into the duffel bag pulling out a pair of sweats and I baggy sweater.

I my body ached as I climbed back into the soft cool bed. My headache was killing me. I sighed and rolled over to be taken aback by a pair of light blue eyes watching me.

"Jesus Lucky." I gasped.

Lucky didn't say anything he just sat up. And faced the other way staring into the window.

I watched as his back muscles moved gracefully. I was ready to see him nakedness when his stood up but he was wearing too a pair of sweats. I would be lying if I said I was happy about that.

He walked up to his bag and started rummaging through it. Lucky pulled out a small medicine bottle and walked into the bathroom. I watched as he tilted his head up and popped two of the Advil pills in his mouth. He dipped his head under the tap cocking it to the side and letting the water fall into his mouth.

Lucky walked around to my side of the bed towards his bag. I sat on the edge watching him as he pulled out a black shirt. His eyes met mine and he glanced away. Was I not good enough for him?

I rolled my eyes and flopped back into the bed.

Lucky pulled on his shirt and quickly walked back into the washroom, he started to brush his teeth, still not making eye contact with me.

I huffed and stared at him, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

His blue eyes met mine and he hesitated slightly.

"Um, I have a photoshoot to go to."

He pulled on his jacket and boots and grabbed his keys. He stopped at the door and stared at me for a long minute.

"W-we can talk about last night if you want.." I mumbled.

Lucky sucked in a deep breath and shook his head. He seemed so sad or almost guilty looking. I watched as the blonde headed boy walked up to me.

I went to stand up from the bed when Lucky's hand pressed against my shoulder to stay seated. He stood against the bed between my legs. Lucky pulled out a small box from his jacket pocket with both hand shielding the writing on the pink box.
"I'm so sorry." He pressed his lips against my forehead for a long second before placing the box in my lap and walking away quickly without even a glance back.

"..goodbye?" I mumbled. My eyes trailed to the box. It was a pregnancy test.