aggression | luke hemmings

Chapter Thirty Eight

Luke's POV

I kiss Pete and Becca goodbye and leave the house, getting knockout black Ford. The drive to Merveilleux Grille is long and quiet, but I don't mind.

When I get to the break room, Fleur is sitting at one of the three metal tables with a magazine in her hands. She looks like she is into the article she's currently reading.

I pull in my apron and make sure that my notebook and pen are in the pockets, and they are.

"Hey, Fleur?" I ask. She snaps her head up and smiles.

"Oui?" She asks in her pure French accent.

"Is there a possibility that I can take off a few days?" I ask. I know Becca told me that I shouldn't do this but if I am gone too much then I have to make it up to her and our son, I can't leave them lonely and bored.

"Yeah, I'll have to check on Justine and ask if she's willing to take extra hours," Fleur says after a minute. "How many days? 5 maximum."

"3, starting tomorrow?" I say. Fleur smiles again, she probably assumed I would've taken the 5 day option but I am a loyal worker who likes it here, so I chose 3.

"Its settled then," She says and tosses the magazine in the bin. Celia and some other chick waltz in, laughing at something. I ignore them and walk to the dining area, where there is already a family seated at one of my tables.

"Welcome to Merveilleux Grille, what can I get for you today?" I ask.

"4 cokes," The oldest man says, speaking for his wife and kids. I jot that down on the notepad and smile.

"4 cokes," I holler to the people in the kitchen. My good mate Allie smiles and gets the drinks for that family. Josh walks up beside me, ordering for a different chef to prepare a Vegetarian Terrine.

Allie gives me four cokes and I carry them in my hands, to the table I am serving. I set them down in front of each person.

"Anything else?" I ask.

"That will be all so far," The woman says formally. "Bonjour." I grin and wave to her family, I love either when people greet me or something like that because I feel welcomed, even though I'm an Aussie in a French diner. I walk over to a booth, where 2 people sit.

"Welcome, can I get you started with anything?" I ask them.

"Water," says a little girl.

"Two waters," Her mum says. I copy that onto the note paper and walk back up to the kitchen, calling out the order. Then I walk back to the first table, and write down their orders. I follow this routine for the day and at 7, I hang up my apron.

"Luke," Fleur calls. "Your check," she hands me my pay for the week. Oh right; it's Friday.

"Thanks Mademoiselle," I say, I shock myself by pronouncing that correctly. Fleur grins wider than she was before, showing off her straight, white teeth.

I drive home with the radio on, the current song playing is Heart Skips A Beat by Olly Murs. When it ends, I pull into the driveway of the apartment and walk inside. I throw the check onto the kitchen table and walk to my room, where Becca is sitting on the bed.

"Hey," I say.

"Hi," Becca says. I love how she says 'hi' instead of 'hey'. I sit down in the bed and kiss her lips for a minute.

"I love you to Pluto and back 74.5 times," I say.

"I love you too, Luke," Becca smiles. I smile back.

"Where is Pete?" I ask.

"He's on the couch," Bec says, pointing downstairs. I nod and walk to the lounge, and sure enough Peter is laying on the couch and staring at the ceiling, pouting because his bear is in the floor and he cannot reach it. I kneel in front of him and kiss his head, making him grin.

I hear the shower running upstairs so I assume Becca is in there. Pete whines, moving his hands everywhere. I pick up his bear and hand it over to him.

Pete doesn't take it, instead shocks me by sitting up on his own. I smile and ruffle his hair. "How'd you do that?" I ask playfully. Peter laughs and falls back down. His grin morphs into a frown and I pick him up before he starts crying. I sit down on the couch where Peter was and kiss his hair softly, cradling him. It's too late, he starts crying. He's got the bear in his hands and is clutching onto my shirt tightly so I don't know what to do to calm down him except for hold him, but that isn't working.

I rub his back as he cries, until finally the shower stops running. Becca runs downstairs in about 5 minutes, wearing those hell bound spandex shorts and a purple tank top.

"What happened?" She asks.

"He sat up, fell back down, then started crying," I say. "He won't stop." Peter turns and sees Becca but doesn't hold out his arms like normal, he just turns back to me. I notice Becca saw him do that too, and the sad look on her face kills me. I kiss Pete's forehead and hug Becca tightly. "That didn't mean anything, Bec," I say to comfort her. Becca nods and hugs me too. Peter cries harder.

"Shit," She says and picks up the crying baby. Luckily, he doesn't turn her down so we know that he's not crying because of her. Soon his cries ease down, and he is fast asleep in Becca's arms.

Becca stands up and walks slowly to his room, I can hear him plopping carefully down in the crib and her footsteps get louder when she appears in the living room again. She sighs and sits back next to me.

"How was work today?" Becca asks.

"It was great," I smile. "I got my check," I point to the table. She smiles and leans her head on my arm. I kiss her hair and wrap an arm around her shoulders.

It's around 8 o'clock. I turn on the TV and the news is on currently, so I figure why not and don't change the channel.

"PAPD Officers Angelina Willis and Wesley Hunter arrest Brent Asher for continuous abuse, he has been in prison for quite a while now. Just recently he escaped and-" Becca screams and turns off the TV. My eyes widen and I look down at her, sitting bolt upright. My phone blows up with texts from Ash, Mike, and Calum. I guess they all watch the news?

*Do you know where he's at?!* Mike sent.

*How did he manage to escape???????* Ash sent.

*Oh my gosh how?!* Cal sent, along with: *Is Becca okay???*

I respond to all of them, but I keep my arms around Becca the whole time. She cries into my shoulder and shakes as I answer my friends in group message.

*Brent's not here now, but I don't know about later*

Oh monDieu... this is AN INCREDIBLY SHORT CHAPTER AND I APOLOGIZE FOR THAT.....

Do you like what I have? Is it interesting in the end?? Thanks so much for reading, I love y'all heaps!

Wanna know something cool? I am attempting to teach myself how to speak French:) And by the way, if I ever write Merveilleuse Grille, I mean Merveilleux Grille. I got them mixed up at first but I got it now.

QOTD: If you could be somebody else for a day, who would you be?

I would be myself, because I love me (don't take that the wrong way, I don't think that highly of myself... just saying) and I don't want to be another person. Except maybe anyone in Little Mix, One Direction, or 5SOS. Lol.

\m/ :) XD :D :P (: ;) <3 <3 <3

ILYSFMRN AND ALWAYS! I'll write l8r. Salut.

P.S. I picture Fleur as the Fleur from Harry Potter but with a pixie cut hairstyle, btw.

Wow long author's note...