aggression | luke hemmings

Chapter Thirty Five

Becca's POV

AN: Sorry for all the time skips by the way:(.

It's been a week since Pete was born. He is so cute, like everyone said already, but there is no denying it. His eyes are the same as Luke's, his hair is light brunette, he's awfully chubby for a week old, but still he's heaven for the eyes.

"Becca," Luke says. "Are you sure I'm the one zoning out too much?"

"Oh, did you say something?" I ask and shake my head, forgetting the thoughts I had before.

"Yeah, did you want anything? I'm making coffee," Luke suggests. I nod and sit down at the table, sighing. It's snowing outside, there is nearly a foot of snow and it's making the apartment freezing. Luke's family was supposed to come over at 2 to see Peter but they had to cancel because all the roads are blocked up now.

Anyway, I wait as Luke prepares coffee and turn on my phone. It's 7:15, and Luke and I have nothing to do since there's no way we can go somewhere. Even if we could, we probably wouldn't considering its dark and there's a baby to take care of. Luke slides a black, matte mug across the table and over to me.

"Thanks," I smile.

"Yep," Luke says and sits across from me. He grins at me, so I cock my head to the side as if asking what he was smiling about. "I just can't believe I'm a father now, it's a lot to take in," He says. I laugh but nod my head in agreement.

Once my coffee is done, I set the mug into the sink and Luke stands up as well. He engulfs me in a bear hug and kisses my hair sweetly, so I hug him as well.

"I love you," He says. "To Pluto and back 74.5 times."

"I love you too," I say, and his grasp on me tightens. He moves his hands to my waist and pulls away, raising his brows and pursing his lips. Being the devil I am, I peck his lips and sit down on the couch, leaving him standing there with a cute frustrated expression on his face. I try not to smile as he comes and kneels down in front of me with his lip ring in between his teeth.

"Becca," He says slowly.

"Luke," I say and I can't help but smirk.

"Kiss me," He insists. I raise one brow at him. "I'll..." He looks down, trying to think of something he'll do. I lean back against the couch and sigh heavily, expectantly. "Please, Bec," he tries.

"Please what?" I ask.

"Please kiss me," Luke begs. I chuckle because he's literally begging on his knees for me to kiss him. I kiss his forehead for a few seconds and when I pull away, his eyes are a darker color, lustful. I gasp but I quickly cover it with a small cough and I'm glad Luke doesn't notice. Or at least he doesn't look like he noticed, anyway...

I gasp again, but this time it's noticeable, because Luke picks me up bridal style like he always does and carries me upstairs. He gently drops me onto the bed, the springs groan a little loudly and I stop him for a second. Peter doesn't make a sound so Luke hovers over me and crashes his lips on mine, swiping his tongue over by bottom lip several times. I smile and throw my arms around his neck and play with his hair.

The pace of our lips dancing together quickens, and I push away when Luke moves his lips to my neck. "What're you doing?" I ask.

"Becca, trust me on this one," he pants. After a few seconds I nod, and walk downstairs. "Where are you going?"

"Well we can't do this upstairs," I smirk, and a low chuckle tumbles from Luke's swollen lips. He follows me to the living room and grabs my waist, resuming the... extreme make out session?