His Baby-Bunny [COMPLETE]

Chapter Six

Zoe POV

Well, my alarm woke me at 5:40am on the Thursday morning. I was a mixture of excited and anxious. I hadn't heard anything from Luke the night before and convinced myself that no news is good news. I checked my phone and emails, still nothing. 

I got dressed, fed my horses, ate breakfast, hopped in the car and headed off to Uni. I had purposefully left myself an hour to spare, so I attempted to reverse-parallel park the car, before giving up; I found another place to park and walked to the cafe nearest to the University. 

'Blue Ink' the door said; it was a funky place, loud music, quirky artworks, old novels filled shelves and the seats were filled with hipsters and wannabes, it wasn't my scene; but the barista was cute and good enough at his job - crafting a liquid which woke me up and ensuring it was warm enough for me to sip, but not too hot that my tongue would burn. 

"Hey Zoe" He said when I walked over to the counter.

"Hey there coffee bean man" was my reply.

He laughed. 

"How are things with Uni?" He asked.

"They'll be better when you make me my latte with two sugars."

"No worries, your coffee is easy. Anything for Luke this morning?" 

"You trying to say his coffee isn't easy?" I replied sarcastically. 

"Well no, but -"

"But what?" I interrupted him.

"But isn't he a bit old for you?" 

"Aren't you a bit old to be working in a cafe?" 

"Touche." He paused before continuing, "I'm sorry Zoe, but, you two are at different stages in your life, so I just find it difficult to comprehend how you could possibly be so intertwined." 

"Luckily for you, it's not your relationship, so you don't have to comprehend anything." 

I threw my money on the counter, grabbed my coffee and walked out. 

I checked my phone once more, and saw an email from Luke;

"Hey baby, I'm so sorry I can't make it today I'm snowed under with work and I went out with the Wolfgang last night. I can have a video chat with you though." 

I lost it. I wanted to throw my coffee and watch the caramel coloured liquid hit a wall, I want to drive to his work and yell at him, but most of all, I wanted him to drop everything for me. 

In a few minutes he called me. 

"How are you my dear?" He asked.

"Do you want the truth?"

"Of course"

"I'm upset." I couldn't help myself from holding back my tears.

"Please don't cry, baby, it breaks my heart to hear you so sad." His voice sounded warm and earnest. 

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise. I'm truly disappointed and angry with myself, I've let you down, how can I make it up to you?"

"I want you to see me."

He sighed.

"I know. Look, I'm going to sit down with my business partners today, straight after this, and tell them that I need to take a few days off. Then, instead of our hotel day, you'll come back to my place, I'll pick you up, I'll cook lunch for you and we can christen the house."

I laughed. 

"What?" He asked, "christening the house is meant to be good luck."

"Alright, that sounds good."

"What else is bothering my little girl?"

"Well, I'm just worried that you don't actually want to see me."

"Don't be ridiculous!" Was his reply.

"Sorry."

"And stop apologising."

"Ok." 

"Listen, baby, I would love nothing more than to drop everything and see you, but we're both busy."

"We just have to take the good with the bad, don't we?" I asked.

"Exactly! Now, I need you to remember that whenever you look in the mirror or a store-front window that I'm with you and supporting you one hundred and ten percent; I'm your biggest supporter, your number one fan, and I'm so proud of you for everything that you do.  I love you Zoe."

"I love you too, Luke." I continued, "but, I'm demanding that you take next Friday off."

"Alright, I've heard your demands, and I'll do all I can to meet them."

"Yay!"

"I think you just need more Daddy attention and time."

"I think so."

"Well, I have to go to a meeting, but I love you so very much."

He hung up the phone and after our conversation, I felt a lot better. Fuck the barista guy, age is a number, and if Luke and I aren't bothered by the age, then it shouldn't matter. 

I sent him a quick text; "Hey sweetheart, would it bother you if a stranger judged our age gap?"

Within minutes I got his reply; "It doesn't matter to either of us, so who cares what a stranger thinks?"

I smiled to myself, and walked back up to the University campus. I had a man who loved me, and a clear future plan; what more could I possibly want? 

Yet, that question is haunting, especially if one allows themselves to let it eat away at their dark abyss of their mind.