Mine (H2O Delirious x Reader)

Chapter Twenty-Three: Pep-talk Luke

"I fucking fucked everything up Luke." Jonathan hesitantly stated. His hands were visibly trembling in his pockets. All he wanted right now was his mask; he wanted to hide, to get away. He knew he couldn't face (Y/N)–she was going to kill him. "God–how mad is she?!" He whisper-yelled and moved his hands to his head, resting them there like he was about to go to prison.

Luke had been tiredly leaning his back against the front door. His arms were crossed over his chest and his face had an unreadable expression. Jonathan couldn't tell if the older man was mad or relieved.

"Where the hell were you?" Luke asked in an accusing tone. His arms dropped to his side and for a moment there Jonathan thought Luke was going to punch him square in the jaw. "You went to the store and never came back, ultimately leading up to you missing your babies's appointment and leaving (Y/N) worried and grumpy. . . So you better have a damn good explanation or I'm going to kick your ass."

"Well I was with Brock and we were at the—wait. . . did-did you just say 'babies'? As in plural?" Jonathan's whole body trembled at the thought and his skin rose with goosebumps. He couldn't stop the sudden ache for a cigarette and a bottle of whiskey–a habit he adopted when he was only fifteen years old. "Like-like there's two. . . Of them?" He choked on his words suddenly feeling overwhelmed and dizzy like he'd just drank a whole 6-pack of alcohol by himself, when in reality, he hadn't had a drop.

Luke noticed and was quick to grab a hold of Jonathan's arm as he watched his blue eyed friends eyes roll into the back of his head. He went pale and the shakiness that once was contaminating his body was gone: he was completely without movement. . . And Luke was worried.

Maybe he should have watched what he was saying. . .

(Y/N) was already sitting on the second to last step on the stairs by the time Luke had hauled Jonathan's fat ass to the couch. She was staring at him with an unreadable expression spreading across her facial features. Her tongue was obviously tied and so was Luke's. They shared a moment of awkward silence before (Y/N) eventually broke it.

"Was he drunk?" She asked quietly and bit her lower lip.

Luke didn't know if he should mention that her lover had passed out due to the fact that he found out he was having twins. . . So he lied. "No. . . I, uh, I punched him and I guess it knocked him out. M'sorry."

"Ah, no it's fine." (Y/N) sighed. "He had it coming anyway. Did he at least mention where he was?"

"I know he said something about Brock before I, uh, yeah." Luke scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Do we just leave him here or. . ." He trailed off.

"I'd assume so." She stifled a laugh. "I don't have the energy to yell at him just yet, so it'll have to wait until the morning. For now, he can sleep on the couch." And with that she stood to retreat back to her room, but paused half way up the stairs. "Thanks, Luke."

He shoved his hands into his sweats pockets and started to mess around with the loose fabric inside as he looked up at her to catch her eye. "For what?" He asked, slightly swaying on his feet.

"For knocking some sense into him." She said before completing her trip up the stairs. Luke couldn't help up stare at the baby bump and the way she kind of waddled with each step. This whole baby thing was making him nervous.

_____
The next day
(Y/N) POV

You didn't get an ounce of sleep last night. All you could think about was Jonathan. . . Jonathan, Jonathan, Jonathan, Jonathan, it's always about Jonathan. . Except for the occasional Evan and the stress and anxiety that come with him, but that doesn't really matter right now. What matters is he fact that you're hungry and Jonathan is still (hopefully) asleep on the couch.

Now that you're eating for three, you don't really feel the need to limit how much food you consume. . . Not that you ever did, but yeah.

Luke was in the kitchen by the time you had waddled your way down stairs. Your baby bump was still kind of small, but it put a lot of strain and stress on your back. It was hell to walk up the stairs. "Mmm-what's for breakfast?" You mumbled into your hands as you instinctively leaned against the center island.

"Whatever you're craving." He yawned loudly and long, stretching afterward as well. You heard a few of his joints pop, making you inwardly cringe.

". . . Waffles?" You asked.

Luke smiled and started grabbing ingredients. "You're in for a treat, I make the best waffles."

"Ha, we'll see about that." You gigged. "Evan is the true master of waffles." You laughed before realizing what you were actually saying and the pang that followed afterward physically made your heart ache. You immediately let your head drop. . . It's hard to stay mad at Evan, considering he's your older brother and all. . . You missed him. A lot. So much so you could actually feel your chest cave in at the thought.

"Go to him." Luke whispered. "I know you miss him and I know he misses you. Hell, he could probably help you a lot with baby stuff and insurance. . . Maybe even give the kiddos a second home. . . . . Not like they don't already have about six other homes, considering how much love and attention they're already getting from the guys, but you know what I mean." He rambled while mixing the waffle mix and pouring it into the waffle maker. "He's family, (Y/N). Family has to stick together. . . You know why? Because they're all you really have in the end." He stopped to look at you for a second only to notice how speechless you were. ". . . M'Sorry, didn't mean to go all 'pep-talk' on you there. . Family is just a big topic I support."

You were unintentionally staring at him like he'd just invented something cool. You never knew Luke could muster something like that out of him. . . But now you were left with a decision. Talk to Jonathan first or talk to Evan?  Maybe you could have Luke see what all that with Jonathan was about while you went to talk to Evan for a while. . . That could work.

"Would you mind talk to Jonathan for me if I went to speak with Evan?" You asked quietly.

"I wouldn't mind." Luke genuinely smiled. "You just focus on fixing things with Evan, okay?"

You nodded, suddenly feeling confident to face your older brother. . Then you remembered you were pregnant and that you still had to let him know. . Maybe it's a good thing you aren't brining Jonathan a long, because Evan probably would have killed him.

_____
:P

• Lala-3 •