His Baby-Bunny [COMPLETE]

Chapter Twenty-One

Luke POV:

"So, are you going to keep it?" I asked without turning around from our bar. 

"Do you want me to keep it?" Zoe asked. 

I said nothing, but I heard her sigh.

"Look, Luke, I'm not going to go through nine months of carrying this thing around for you to work even more and not be around for our son or daughter." She continued. 

"I would be around for them."

"No, you wouldn't!" She screamed. 

I turned around and looked at her. She was on the brink of tears. I suddenly realised I had done this to her, realised how progressively sad she was every morning we spoke. 

It finally hit me, she was unhappy. 

I sat down on our leather armchair, the same one she was thrilled to find. I patted my knees and she walked over to me. I watched her walk, she had lost the same confident swish, the same sass. She no longer walked, but slumped and shuffled to me. Previously, she would've bounded over to me, but not anymore. 

She walked like a dog that feared its master, still loyal, just scared. 

She dutifully sat down on my lap and refused to look at me. I looked at her hands, and finally noticed how red and raw they were from being picked at. There was nothing left of her nails, the polish was chipped and the skin around her cuticles no longer existed. 

"Look at me." I demanded. 

She looked up, her eyes were hollow and dark circles hung underneath them. She looked but didn't see, she smiled but her eyes lost their shine. 

"Calmly explain, without shouting, why I wouldn't be there for our child." 

"Because, Luke, you're rarely here for me, I mean, how often do you call to tell me you're running late?" 

"That's just been because of this new restaurant." 

"No, it hasn't. You've been cancelling dates and dinners long before we were married."

"Then why did you marry me, Zoe?"

"Because I thought you were safe."

"Safe?" I was astounded.

"Yeah, safe. You were a secure bet, you work hard and you care about me." 

"That's not the only reason why you said 'I do' is it?"

"Well no, but -"

"But what?" I interrupted. 

"I don't know what to tell you! Next time write me a fucking script and I'll know what to say!" 

She got up from my lap and ran up the stairs. 

"Zoe!" I called out. 

"Luke!" She called back, in a facetious and mocking tone. 

"You can't run away from this." 

"I ran away when I was seventeen, I can run away from this." 

"Babe, you can't." 

She said nothing, so I walked up the stairs. She sat on the floor, head in her hands, and I saw her shoulders shake, she was crying to the point that it hurt for me to look at her. 

"I can't do this." She mumbled. 

I took off my suit jacket and sat beside her, wrapping my arms around her and holding her close. I ran my hands through her hair and rubbed her back, she sobbed even harder. We sat like that for a few hours, I watched the sunlight grow longer on the carpet, as the sun gradually began to set. 

"Zoe, I need you to listen to me. When we first met, it wasn't about sex, I respected you and your views, I wanted to be friends with you, I hoped we'd have some good discussions and fights, I hoped we'd be able to go out for dinners and have a great night out, but more than anything, I wanted two things the most; I wanted us to be like two peas in a pod, and I wanted to see you achieve what you told me you wanted to." 

I heard her take a deep breath. 

"I'm scared, Luke."

"I know, I told you that you would freak out whenever you became pregnant." 

She laughed and went back to leaning against me. 

"Are we going to be alright?" 

"Of course, you just need to talk to me before things get out of proportion and things get out of hand, because I don't want things to go bad just because we didn't communicate." 

She hugged me and I squeezed her in return. 

"Do you still love me?" She asked. 

I kissed her forehead, "Of course I do, you're amazing."