Centre of His World

Chapter 2

Caroline sighed. It had been a long day at work. She hated coming home to an empty apartment. Ever since she found out her ex-boyfriend had cheated on her, she's been kind of down. She thought for sure that he was the one. But, it turns out, that she was wrong.

All the good guys were either already taken or had families of their own. The bad guys, like cheaters and abusers or just over all bad, were left. Maybe her true love has already been married off and if that is the case, she could only hope that he was happy.

Calls and calls had come in and out of the hospital. She was physically drained. Nothing could change her mood. Caroline collapsed on the couch. The day had only gotten worse once a woman died from childbirth. The father, to her, had looked hurt and upset.

Caroline's cell phone buzzed, she groaned in frustration and picked up, only to see her boss had texted her an address and a place to get donated breast milk from. A small smile appeared on her face, but she didn't know why she was smiling.

She quickly got up and grabbed her keys. She then drove to the address after getting the breast milk. When she pulled into the driveway, she was in complete shock. The farmhouse was huge! On top of that, there was a guest house that made her apartment look like shit. The property was way too many acres to count. Caroline couldn't believe it.

She got out of her car and walked up to the driveway with a bag full of donated breast milk and the address to the place she got the milk from. She took in a deep breath, knocking on the door. A man, with messy brown hair and tired brown eyes, answered the door. He smiled softly. "Nurse Boyer, right?"

"Yes, but just call me Caroline," she smiled back, handing him the bag. "That's your daughter's milk. You have a beautiful property."

"I'm surprised you haven't figured it out yet," Luke chuckled.

Caroline looked at him, confused. "Figured what out?"

"That I'm Luke Bryan, the country singer," Luke smiled wide.

Caroline shook her head, a small smile threatening to curl her lips upright. "I'm not into country music, so I don't really know the names."

With a slight nod, Luke grinned. "Good. I don't need fans finding out where I live. I'm kind of freaking out, though."

"With what?" Caroline questioned him.

"With how to tell my fans that May died. With how to explain to them why. And with how to tell them about Kelly. My fans cried with me when Chris and Kelly, my siblings, died. And they were also there for me when Lee, my brother-in-law, died."

"Oh," Caroline whispered, looking down. "I'm so sorry. You've been through so much."

Luke shook his head. A thought crept into his mind and he suddenly found himself blushing, his heart slowly beginning to race. "Want to come in?"

A huge smile spread across Caroline's face. "I'd love to."

Luke opened the door even wider and moved to the side to let Caroline in. She smiled as she stepped into his home. It had a nice feel to it. She felt like she fit right in. It was huge too. She saw a few awards on a bookcase in the sitting room. There were also platinum record album hangings. So, he must be big in country music.

He led her to the kitchen. It was simple, yet elegant. Caroline plopped down on a bar stool as Luke sat the bag of milk on the island. "Okay, I know this sounds stupid, but what do I do with the milk?"

Caroline chuckled. She hopped off of the stool and went around the island so she was next to him. She pushed him away with her hip, giggling. "Okay, hot shot, you take the little bags and stick them in the freezer to keep them fresh. When it comes time to feed Kelly, defrost the bag with the earliest date and heat it up to a lukewarm temperature, maybe hotter. After that, you just feed her. Then, when she's finish, you burp her. Got it?"