I lost, but i fought 2 || J.B

Chapter 20

I stare at him, I want to say yes so badly, but something in my mind says that I should not. I close my eyes for a second, take a deep breath and think of Lucas. He already loves Justin, and Ariel I didn't even know she ever got bullied, and it's my fault.

"yes" I say despite the thoughts that told me to say no. "but let's just keep it to our self for a while, media is to annoying" Justin lets out a little laugh and puts the ring back on my finger.

"I promise" he reminds me again. I look at him and I lean in to give him a small kiss, it's almost just a peck.

"I need to see what Lucas is doing" I say getting out of bed, as the top covers my body down to my knees, I don't bother changing. "Lucas" I yell out in the house.

"Yeah?" he replies.

"What are you doing?" I ask him as I try to follow his voice.

"Eating breakfast" he replies and I frown, how can he make breakfast? as I enter the kitchen I see him sitting there with a big, and I mean big, mess around him. Cereal is spread across the kitchen floor along with milk. He's sitting on his knees with a bowl filled with cereal.

"Dear little Lucas" I say in disbelief of the sight in front of me. "Look at this mess" I say picking up his bowl, and of course he starts crying. He's going to throw a fit. I lift him up and he's completely soaked in milk. "Lucas" I whine a little to myself. I put him on my hip not caring if i get wet, he's still crying, rambling about how he wanted to eat his cereal. I take my phone that I fortunately left on the kitchen counter and call Ms. Monroe, the housekeeper.

"hello?" she asks sleepily.

"sorry to wake you Ms. Monroe, but Lucas made quite a mess in the kitchen and now he's throwing a fit as you might can hear"

"I'll be right down" she says and hangs up, she's lives in one of the rooms upstairs, one of the biggest ones, even bigger than mine. Only minutes later she's down in the kitchen dressed in a pair of pants and a T-shirt. she doesn't even flinch at the sight in front of her. She just smiles at me and wishes me good morning as I rush towards the bathroom so I can bath the milky Lucas.

I never planned on getting a housekeeper, but when I saw her ad in the newspaper I had to hire her, you see this is the same old woman that sat next to me on the plane to Norway three years ago. She caught my attention when she said she was never able to have kids, I thought of her often when I wished things were different. The ad in the paper said she was having financial problems and even if she didn't have she had already worked with cleaning houses before. when she came here she immediately recognized me and was so grateful. The first few months I didn't really need her, but I insisted that there were some dust in the windowsill. she lived in a tiny apartment that she could hardly pay the rent for, so I offered for her to stay with me, of course at first she declined, but I said if she didn't i would buy her a house anyway, so she stayed, and she has for one and a half year now.

"Lucas you have to take a bath, you reek of milk" I say disgusted, the little toddler in front of me refuses to take his clothes of and get in the bath.

"I don't want to, i want to eat cereal!" he strictly yells at me, in Norwegian.

"Lucas Drew Steele, don't take that tone at your mommy, and do as I say" I say strictly, I never yell at them, but they are reckless so I have to be strict. he huffs in defeat after a long argument, this was just the end of it. he raises his arms so I can peel off the soaking t-shirt. he takes his PJ pants and boxers off himself, yes he's not wearing diapers anymore.

As Lucas is happily sitting in the bathtub and laughing, I'm once again brought to my thoughts as I watch the little toddler.

Me and Justin is once again reunited, I'm happy, but scared to death. what if we drift apart again, not only will I hurt, but also two soon-to-be three year olds. It's not because I don't trust Justin, but it happened before, two times, and all those times it was not mine nor Justin's fault. well maybe the second time was a little bit my fault, but yeah, it had to be done according to me.

I look down at my wrist and I think about the tattoo Justin had. Did he think about me getting that? no way, I'm not special at all, I'm just me, just Hannah.

"what happened in the kitchen? and why is there a woman there?" A sweet voice says from behind me. he's here, and he's not going anywhere. I smile to myself.

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