Daddy's Girl | l.h. au

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SAMANTHA's POV:

Two lines.

Fuck, how was I going to tell Luke?

I was still in the bathroom, he was sitting on the bed waiting for me to come back out, but I heard him pacing back and forth across the room; I knew that he was freaking out about all of this. I washed my hands again for like the fourth time out of nervousness, and then I finally picked up the test to take it out and show him. I opened the door and looked out to see his head shoot up and look at me from across the room, and then I walked over to where he was, the test in my shaking hands.

"So?" He asked, his arms folded across his chest in nervousness.

I held up the stick.

"You're gonna be a dad." I said.

"Really?" His eyes lit up.

I nodded and bit my lip, fiddling my fingers while waiting for his response, and all of the sudden he pulled me in for a giant hug . I hugged back, the first of my tears finally falling onto the fabric of his shirt, leaving a wet mark on his shoulder, and he just held me there for a couple of minutes and rubbed my back. I think he may have started crying himself, he buried his face in my neck and I thought I heard him sniffle once or twice, and when we pulled away from the embrace, I saw that he was crying, causing for me to cry even more. He wiped away the tears streaming down my cheeks with the soft pads of his thumbs, and I squeezed my eyes shut and bowed my head, and hand coming to rest on my stomach.

"There's a baby inside me." I hiccuped.

"You're how far along?"

"The test one to two weeks."

He ran his hands though his hair and let out a deep breath. "We're having a baby."

"We didn't plan this at all."

"No, but they'll be loved so much." He kissed my lips.

"You'll stay?"

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm with you till the end."

I stepped back into his arms. "We're having a baby." I repeated.

He held me close to his chest, his chin resting on top of my head and my hand still on my stomach. I sniffled and looked up into his blue eyes, not knowing what we were going to do, but I knew that we would get through it together, no matter what it would take. He leaned down and placed a light kiss to my lips, most likely trying to get me to calm down and stop crying, and although it was working somewhat, I had stopped crying, I wasn't able to calm down because now there was an actual living thing inside of me, an actual human being. 

How the hell am I supposed to tell my family? I'm only seventeen.

"Do you want to keep the baby?" Luke asked.

I stared blankly at him.

"Do you want to get an-"

"No. I can't." I shook my head. "This is a living thing inside me, there's a baby inside me. I can't take it's life away, it just got started."

"You're so young." He caressed my cheek with his thumb.

"I know." I sighed.

"There's always adop-"

"This is our baby, Luke." I cut him off. "This is our responsibility now."

He looked at me with concerned laced through his eyes, embracing me once more and holding me close, and I closed my eyes and let him comfort me, because frankly, I need it. I'm no where near prepared mentally for motherhood, I'm a teenager for Christ's sake, I didn't know how to act or how to think, it felt as if I couldn't function at the moment, like I was paralyzed with uncertainty and fear. Luke stood there and rubbed my back, kissing my shoulder every now and then and telling me over and over again that we would make it through this and that he wasn't going anywhere, making me cry again, but this time in happiness, knowing that I would have him throughout all of this. In all honesty, I've wanted to be a mother ever since I got with Luke the first time, I've dreamt about a little baby being dependent on me, needing me.

I just didn't think that it would happen this soon.

"When do we tell your parents?" He asked.

"I have no idea."

"Do you even want to tell them yet?"

I swallowed hard. "I don't know."

"Then how about for right now, we just keep this to ourselves." He pulled me into his chest. "And we figure this out one step at a time."

I closed my eyes and we stood there like that for I'm not sure how long, but it seemed like forever. He was rubbing my back and kept kissing the top of my head in an attempt to get me to calm down, and I wrapped my arms up around his neck, burying my face into his firm chest and taking a deep breath. 

"We're going to have a baby." I mumbled into his T-shirt.

"Are you scared?"

I nodded.

"You're not the only one then."

• • •

I was sitting out on the couch in the living room by myself while Luke went to McDonald's to get us food, watching something on Netflix, but I wasn't paying much attention to it, I was too focused on rubbing my belly and trying to wrap my head around the fact that there was an actual living, growing thing - person - inside of me. I ended up shutting my laptop entirely and sat up, crossing my legs underneath me, and I stared down at my stomach, one hand still on it, and the other holding my phone, the thought of texting my mother running through the back of my mind the entire time. I knew that at one point I had to, but I wasn't sure if I wanted that moment to be right now, or if I should wait a few more days.

I decided that I was going to wait.

I heard the door unlock, and within seconds, Luke walked through the door holing a bag of food and drinks. I smiled and stood up, walking over to him and kissing his cheek quickly and taking the food so I could dig in as quickly as possible; I was hungry, I wanted my chicken nuggets.

"Hold up, out to the kitchen." He nodded in that direction.

"Why?" I whined.

"Because it will be easier to get everything out. C'mon, mama."

I smiled a little.

We walked out to the kitchen together, well technically Luke was following behind me to make sure that I actually went out there, and after we both set everything on the counter, he turned to me, wrapped his strong arms around me, and pulled me in for a warm hug, kissing the top of my head in the process. I looked up into those blue eyes that I've fallen so hopelessly in love with and just stared into them, humming up against his lips when he leaned down for a kiss.

"I love you." He kissed my forehead.

"I love you."

He rubbed my stomach and looked down at it, pulling away just a little bit to get a better view of it.

"And I love you." He said softly.

We bother smiled at one another when our eyes met again, and after we got our food, we went back out to the living room to sit and eat and talk, like we do any other night. I was sitting with my legs crossed underneath me yet again, I was just comfy like that, and I was facing Luke, therefore sitting sideways on the couch, but not that it really bothered me, I loved looking at him. He found something on the television to watch, and after getting comfy himself, he looked over at me and smiled, leaning over and kissing me quickly but softly.

"Mama and our little nugget." He said.

I placed a hand over my stomach. "Our little nugget." I repeated with a smile.