aggression | luke hemmings

Chapter Thirty Six

I literally meant, I would update RIGHT after that short author's note lol:)
Luke's POV

Peter is just the cutest little boy in the world, I mean he was begging for Becca to hold him. I had done that before but Pete is cute, and I'm not.

What the hell Lukey, you are totally cute!!! lol :P

I check the time on the stove clock; 9:35. I have to leave for work at 10, so I explain to Becca and walk upstairs with Pete still in my arms.

I pull the black slacks and black buttoned shirt from my dresser and pull them on, running a hand through my hair. Then I brush my teeth again for no reason and get on my black Vans.

"Luke!" Becca shouts.

"Yeah?" I ask loudly so she can hear.

"Its already 9:45," She warns. I kiss Pete's forehead and run down stairs, hand him to Becca, and grab my hoodie. I drive over in the direction of my parents house after kissing Becca goodbye, and in a few minutes I get to Merveilleux Grille, the elegant French diner I work at.

I shrug off my jumper in the employees' break room and replace it with the white apron we're forced to put on. Then I stuff the pockets with my notebook and pen to take orders with.

"Luke," My boss Fleur greets me, nodding with a smile on her cheery face.

"Morning Fleur," I smile and walk into the dining area, waiting for a customer to arrive. I was assigned section B of the place, which consists of 5 booths and 2 tables. My coworker Celia has section A, and Josh has section C. There are about 4 other sections but I only ever talked to Josh and Celia since sections D through G are far away.

A couple enters the building and is seated in my section, at one of the two tables I serve. I walk over in two minutes, smiling at them.

"Welcome to Merveilleux Grille, can I get you started with anything?" I ask politely.

"Uhm, not just yet, but I have a question," The woman says shyly. I raise my brows in response, "Will youtell me what Clafoutis is?"

"Oh, Clafoutis is like French cherry flan," I explain. The woman shrugs. "Is that all you need so far?"

"Yeah," The man nods. I walk over to the doors and show a family of three to a booth in my section. I give them a minute to choose before they order their drinks or appetizers.

My shift lasts until 6:30, which is when Justine comes in and fills my spot. I take off the apron and hang it on a random metal hook, wave to Fleur, and get in my car to drive home.

I arrive at the apartment and grab the mail on my way in. It's just a bunch of junk, magazines and bills. I put the bills on the table and toss the magazine in the bin. I mean, who reads Better Homes and Gardens anyway?

"How was work?" Becca asks. I turn around and kiss her lips softly.

"It was great," I smile, honestly I love my job. I've always wanted to be French, or at least go to France so this job was perfect. As long as Fleur doesn't expect me to become a chef. "Fleur said I did good today, so that's a plus."

"Good," Bec smiles. "Pete got upset when you left," she chuckles. I can't help but smile.

"Is he asleep?" I ask. Becca shakes her head and points to the couch. I walk over and see Pete laying there, a stuffed bear flailing in his hands as he plays with it. He's only a little more than a week old, but he's growing fast. I kneel down in front of him and he shoots me a toothless grin, like all babies do when they're happy. Peter whines and drops the bear, holding his arms up like he did this morning. I stand up and grab him too, not too fast though or else he'll spit up all over me.