N I G H T M A R E S: Sequel// M.G.C.//(DISCONTINUED)

- Chapter Five - Bloodbath

I watch Michael pace back and forth in our bedroom; to the dresser, to the bed, back to the dresser, back to the bed. . .

Hands tangled in his hair, he tries to catch his breath, as he's still completely flabbergasted by what Luke told us. "He has a son. Kayla, Luke has a son. Of everyone in the entire universe, Luke has a son."

"Michael, I know," I say, trying to calm him down by placing a hand on his shoulder. "You need to calm down."

"B-But-- he. . . huh? He's a horrible person. How the hell does he-- ugh!"

"Mikey, why don't you sit down?"

Michael nods and sits down on the edge of the bed. "I just can't believe it."

"I know. I can't either. . ." I sigh, as I walk over to him. "Come on, let's go meet the little man."

"Kayla, he's probably just like his own father. An evil menace." Michael tells me as I reach out to grab his hand and pull him up from the bed.

"Oh, come on Michael. He's like 2."

"So? At that age, a child knows how to walk, and pretty much speak. Who knows what it is teaching that child."

I roll my eyes at Michael referring to Luke as "it" and say, "Don't refer to someone as an it. It's not nice."

"But I hate Luke. Therefore, he's an it to me."

"Just come on." I say, and with that, I drag him out of the room and over to Luke, who is sitting on the couch with the little boy -- his son -- in his lap.

Clearing my throat, I step closer. "So this is your son? Like your son?" I ask.

Luke nods, seeming very proud. "He is, yes."

"How did this happen?" Michael asks.

Luke looks at him, and squints his eyes, tilting his head. "Oh, you know," he begins, as he sets Malekai down beside him. "It's called not using a condom."

Dear lord, what is wrong with him?  Everything, is what Michael would say. 

Puzzled, Malekai looks up at Luke with his eyebrows knitted together. "Daddy, what's a condom?" he asks with a lips; his voice small and sweet. 

"Um, that's something you'll learn about when you're older." Luke tells him, obviously trying to avoid the awkwardness of this situation.

"But I wanna learn about it now, Daddy."

"Um, no," Luke responds, then stands up and Malekai copies his action. "Hey, buddy? Why don't you go play in Michael and Mikayla's backyard, okay?" Luke suggests, making gestures to Michael and me at the sound of our names.

"Okay." With that, Malekai runs out to the backyard.

I look at Luke in disbelief. "You're just gonna let him play outside all by himself?"

"He'll be fine," Luke sulks. "Trust me. The second he finds something, he'll sit down and play with it for hours."

"Okay. And what if he finds like, a really sharp and pointy stick or something?" I question, crossing my arms over my chest.

"He'll know not to play with it. He's a smart kid."

"Sure, okay. Not our fault if he comes in saying he has an owie" I say.

"Whatever."

Michael clears his throat. "Alright so, tell us, how did this happen?"

"Oh, was I not specific enough before?" Luke's tone makes it sound like Michael's question was the stupidest thing ever. "It's called not using a condom. Then there's this thing called ejaculation."