aggression | luke hemmings

Chapter Thirty Three

Becca's POV

It's been [about] 2 and a half months now, and I am the size of a boat. I eat a lot more than I usually do, and I have minor stomach pains sometimes and all those dohickeys. Now I'm just saying things I never say!

(omg who else thought of Voodoo Doll when I said that ^ lol)

Every night, Luke whispers things to the baby and I have still not yet learnt what they were.

"Bec!" Luke shouts from the living room. He and his brothers are waiting on me, they were invited over for the day (and yes, the two of them, Andrew, and Liz found out I'm pregnant). "What're you up to?"

"Nothing, I'm coming," I say. Really, I was pulling my hair up, but then I found chocolate so you can't really blame me for staying up here a minute more than I should've. I chuckle to myself and walk down the stairs, to the three boys waiting on me on the couch.

"Jack found the movie we wanted to see," Ben says, pointing to the television. I smile and sit back down next to Luke, who wraps an arm around my waist and kisses the back of my head. Jack clicks on the third The Hobbit movie and leans against the couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table. I don't mind though, I do it all the time.

The move ends out to be really good and the foursome of us watch it twice for that matter. When it's over I am nearly asleep, because of the long day I had before we watched the movie.

I quickly hug Ben, Jack, and Luke and trudge up to Luke and I's room.

"You going to bed Becca? It's only 9:20," Luke says.

"Yeah, I had a long day," I say. Luke nods, remembering how much cleaning and shopping I had to do today. He runs up and kisses my forehead.

"I love you," He says.

"I love you too," I smile.

"To Pluto and back 74.5 times." With that I plop myself down on the bed and close my eyes, drifting off to sleep soundly.

At 9 I wake up with Luke hugging my waist, I smile and kiss his cheek before standing up and brushing my teeth. When I walk out of the bathroom I change into a plain grey v-neck shirt and white shorts, along with the white beanie that matches Luke's.

As soon as I'm done, Luke opens his eyes and I can tell that he was awake the whole time I was changing but he respected my privacy, keeping his eyes closed. I smile again and he sits up, draping his arms around me.

"Morning love," He says in a low, husky voice traced with sleep.

"Morning Luke," I say. Luke pulls away and pecks my lips before getting up and brushing his teeth. He pulls his shirt off of his chest and runs a hand through his scruffy morning quiff.

"Ashton wants to hang out today," Luke says. "He and Lily are going out tomorrow instead," He adds because Ashton and Lily were going out today but clearly they cancelled: most likely because of the rain clouds hovering low in the sky, and the dim light the sun is giving off.

"Okay, when and where?" I ask.

"12, at his place," Luke says. He withdraws clothes from his dresser and shuts himself into the bathroom. I pull my phone off of the charger and see that it's 9:30, August 15th.

Luke returns to our room wearing jeans, a graphic tank top, and black Vans. He sits on the bed and turns his phone on also, but he goes onto the Tumblr app. He boredly scrolls through all the posts and chuckles at a few and I grab my headphones to listen to music. I search for different songs in my iTunes app but there aren't any new ones out yet, so I just switch over to the music app and put it on shuffle. I place the headphones over my ears and lean against the pillows.