Mommy?

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Luke

I quickly sneak inside after waving buhbye to Delilah, making sure my dad doesn't wake up from his uncomfortable looking sleep ion the couch. I quickly grab the burning cigarette from his hand and put it out in the ash tray before the heat crawls up and burns his hand.

I smile giddily when I make it up the stairs and to my room, and I jump on my bed, playing over my time with Delilah in my head. I'm so lucky she was a mommy and found me, my dad would've had my ass if I didn't come home till morning and I might've froze to death.

I roll my eyes at myself for checking my phone instantly to see if she's texted yet, surprised when she has. I giggle quietly at the cute message

Delilah: Goodnight little luke.

Luke: Night night!

I reply back, smiling widely. I hope she asks to do something soon. I don't wanna seem clingy so I'm not gonna ask until it's been like a week. But I hope she asks sooner than that because I am clingy.

I remember what she said and get out all my art supplies, doing my best job to make a pretty picture for next time I see her.

***

I woke up the next morning to my dad beating his fist on my door. I quickly pulled the binky out of my mouth and his it under my pillow, pulling off my onesie and pouting on a pair of jeans and a t shirt.

I opened the door and apologized quickly for not answering sooner.

"Fuckin pathetic." He mumbles. "Go- g-go but me a bbb- breakfast. Make breakfast." He drunkenly mutters. I nod and quickly go and make him some bacon and eggs, retreating to my room directly after.

I check my phone to see that Delilah texted me mentioning that she was planning on going to the park and asking if I wanted to come.

Luke: yes please!

Delilah: ok I'll pick you up. See you soon.

Luke: text me when you get here pls. See you!

I run downstairs quickly, hoping my dad has either left or fallen asleep so I don't have to explain myself to him or sneak past him or anything.

Unfortunately, the man sits on the couch watching football, and I try not to groan too loudly from my place on the stairs, which are far enough away he can only see me if he turns around and looks behind him, but if I'm too loud he can definitely hear me.

I run back to my room quietly, deciding I'll go out the back door in the kitchen and hope my dad doesn't see me out the window when I come around front and get in Delilahs car.

I sigh as I sit on my bed and wait for Delilah to text and say she's here. I kick my feet impatiently, trying not to be little, but she's taking much too-

Bing!

Delilah:I'm here, should I come inside?

I don't answer, but run downstairs and put the back.

She smiles when I climb into her front seat.

"Hi." I smile awkwardly.

"Hi little Luke."

"Um, I made you this." I mumble as I hand her the drawing I made. She gasps and smiles widely.

"Aww Luke that's really beautiful. You're a good artist, huh? Thank you so much, babes." I nod, smiling widely, glad she liked it. I try to keep out of my headspace until I ask her my question, which seems increasingly difficult.