The Miracle Of Love

Chapter 13

Paris' P.O.V

It's Christmas day and I was the first one to wake up. Ashton is still sleeping and that's cuz he stayed up almost till 3 in the morning talking to Luke.

I did get to talk to him for a bit, and I'm very happy that Ashton did what he did. It's sad when people are homeless especially during this time of year, it's very cold and you're suppose to be with family. I wonder what had happened with his family, he never said anything and I don't know if he told Ashton.

I sighed as I remember the events from yesterday. I was at my mom's funeral. They buried her next to my dad. When everyone left I stayed there talking to her, and then I put the necklace that I had bought her for Christmas, I put it around her tomb stone.

And when I came home I just went to bed not feeling the mood to do anything. And I must have slept for a long time because when I got home it was like 3 and I didn't wake up until Ashton got here which was around 10.

I frowned as the thought of Luke came up again. We don't have a present for him. I'll see if I can get him something later. But I got Ashton his gift, well like a few things and I hope he really likes it.

I rolled my chair into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. As the boys continue to sleep I decided I should make something for them. I grab a pan for the eggs and another one for pancakes. I grabbed the supplies I need to make them. As I set everything on the counter, I heard footsteps coming into the kitchen. I turned around saw Luke standing there awkwardly.

"Good morning." He said.

"Morning." I smiled at him.

He smiled back and continued to stand awkwardly.

"You can sit down Luke." I giggled, pointing to the table.

"Oh right yea... sorry." He chuckled and walked to the table.

He sat down and looked around.

"Do you want something to drink?" I asked him.

"Can I have water please?" He said. I nodded and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge then passing it to him.

"Thank you." He mumbled.

"You're welcome." I smiled and started to make the food.

There was an awkward silence. I would talk to him but I'm not good at coming up with conversations, plus I would probably say something that I wouldn't mean to say.

"Paris." I heard him say.

I hummed in response.

"Thank you for letting me stay here. It really means a lot." He spoke, sadness in his voice.

Before turning on the top of the oven to start cooking, I turned around to face him. I smiled sadly and told him, "Luke of course we are gonna let you stay here, its cold outside and we wouldn't want you to freeze. And you can stay here for as long as you like." I smiled.

"Thank you" he smiled.

I turned back around and turned the oven on. I sighed and decided to ask him, "Hey Luke, if you don't mind me asking, how come you said you don't have a family? Doesn't everyone have a family? You don't have to answer that if you don't want too. Sorry I shouldn't have asked."

"Its ok... Um my parents, they-they-they kicked me out 5 years ago." He started.

I frowned as I put butter on the pan, who would do such a thing. Then I remembered what Ashton had told me about his foster parents. Parents are suppose to love you and be there for you no matter what.