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

Chapter 21

After Hannah left the bed, I couldn't help myself.

"YES!" I almost yell, happy is an understatement. Finally I have my girl back, finally I can be the daddy I want to be.

not long after I leave bed too, I take my pants back on, but as Hannah has my top I'll have to go shirtless. I look around in the house before I arrive the kitchen, an unknown woman is cleaning the floor. she looks up when she hears me.

"excuse me, sir?" she asks confused.

"please, call me Justin" I tell her politely. "where is Hannah?" I ask not really wanting to have a conversation with her when i can talk to my girlfriend, girlfriend, I've missed calling her that.

"in the bathroom with Lucas" she replies and I frown, not knowing where that bathroom is. "the door besides Hannah's room" she says sensing my confusion. I thank her and head for the bathroom. Lucas is sitting in the water that just reaches his navel, Hannah is sitting on her knees, her elbow on the bathtub edge supporting her head as she watches her son, our son. 

She is so beautiful, she is obviously thinking about something, worrying, as there is a frown evident on her face. Her now only shoulder lenght brown wavy hair is loose and slightly messed up after sleep. Her skin is paler than it used to be, and it might also have something to do with the fact that she is wearing no make up, but she is still the most beautiful girl i've ever seen. My top that is hanging loosely on her body still makes it look amazing.

she looks down at her wrist, and I follow her eyes, she's looking at the tattoo. I got the same one, not because I wanted the same as her, but because it meant a lot to me too. it reminds me of mom, who supported my choices to be a singer, and of Hannah, her necklace and the way her voice can cheer me up in a matter of seconds. She probably doesn't know this, but I've bought all her albums, on iTunes and the record. I may or may not have bought all of them more than once. watching her more is going to freak both of us out, so I break the silence.

"what happened at the kitchen? and why is there a woman there?" I ask her, her head snaps up and her frown is immediately replaced with a heartwarming smile.

"Lucas was making breakfast" she giggles, and I chuckle along as I walk over and sit next to her. "and that's Mrs. Monroe, she's the housekeeper" I'm shocked at her words, yes I have a housekeeper too, but Hannah I would've never thought she would get one. "she needed the job, and I sort of already knew her" she explains, probably noticing my shocked state. I nod understandingly.

"Daddy, look!" little Lucas exclaims from the bathtub, I smile up to him as he shows me that he can put his face underwater.

"wow, you're so good" I exclaim happily. I already halfway know how to treat kids, I'm a big brother too, but this will be challange.

"I'm going to make a call, can you watch him?" Hannah asks, and I nod happily, not at all minding. she smiles a thank you and leaves the bathroom. I look at Lucas as he plays in the bathtub.

after five more minutes, Hannah is still not back, and Lucas just told me he wanted to come out, and I'm sort of panicking.

"daddy, I want to come out" he whines again.

"y-yeah, sure" I stutter and get up. I look in the cabinets for a towel an when I finally find them I grab two, a small one and a big one. I put them on the floor and carefully lift Lucas out and sets him on the floor. I take the big towel and wrap it around his shoulder, just as I can remember Mom did too me. I take the smaller one and starts drying his wet hair, his hair is very similar to mine, except that he can't use any hair products, or he can, but I know Hannah won't let him. So he has shaved side and a bunch of hair on the top that sweeps over his forehead. when his hair is no longer dripping I lift him, still with the big towel on. I bring him to his room and put him down in front of his chest of drawers. "let's get dressed, shall we?" I ask playfully, proud of myself. I poke his side which makes him giggle.

"yes, I want t-shirt with Mommy's tattoo" he says pointing to one of the drawers. which tattoo? as far as i know she has three tattoos. I open the drawer he pointed too and I look through the different t-shirts there, after looking through 4 or 5 I find a burgundy red one with the triforce on, and since Hannah has a triforce tattoo I guess this is the one.

"this one?" I ask taking it out. he nods happily. He drops the towel which leaves him completely naked. he raises his arms so I can take it on him. he looks like a dork, airing his willy. He turns and gets ready to leave the room. "Lucas, we need boxers and pants too" I tell him, he stops dead in his tracks and looks down at his naked willy. he turns to me shocked, then he burst out laughing.

"I forgot" he laughs and the sound warms my heart. My little boy laughing is the most beautiful laugh I have ever heard, or Hannah's I can't deside, they're equal. he walks over to me and steps on my lap as I'm sitting on my knees in front of the set of drawers. he reach up for a drawer that he can now reach, he pulls out a random pair of boxers and step of my lap. he bends down and takes them on himself. "I can do it myself" he says as he lets go of the hem, making it slap against his stomach.

"yeah, you're a big boy" I say. "now where is the pants?" he points at a set of drawers at the top. I reach up and take out a pair of grey sweatpants. I give it to him and he sits down on his butt to take it on. when he has it on, he lifts his shirt and points to the string.

"can you tie?" he asks and I comply. he thanks me and takes my hand so he can lead me out of the room. "daddy?" he asks as we leave the room.

"yes?" i ask.

"are you going to stay forever?" his question catches me off guard.

"of course I am" i say.

"so that no one can bully Ariel again?" he asks, and this question makes me very angry.

"what? someone bullied my princess?" Lucas nod, I crouch down so I'm about his height. "why?" I ask, trying to keep my anger inside.

"she didn't have a daddy" he shrugs.

"she does now and I'm never leaving, okay?" he nods. "not you, not Ariel and not Mommy" he kisses my lips quickly.

"love you, daddy" he says and runs off somewhere. I'm so shocked i can't even move. I touch my lips and looks down at my fingers, he loves me? he fuckings love me!

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i'm going to this camp, so like i can't post till, 25.July :( and i'm going to sit in a bus, filled with teens my age, in 18 hours, can you feel me when I say I think I'm gonna die?