aggression | luke hemmings

Chapter Thirty Nine

Becca's POV

I am terrified. Brent escaped, and he can easily find me. I have. a phone, as well as Luke and my friends, and Brent knows what my friends look like as well (from court and the hospital) so Je can beat them just as much as he does me. That. is, if they're weak but none of them are weak, I would have to say I am the weakest from all the injuries I had received. And Harmony.

Ugh I am ranting.

I cry into Luke's shoulder, shaking and whimpering for a long time. He runs my back and texts his friends, telling them that I am okay and that he won't let anything happen. I trust him, but if he's out of eyesight then I will hug my knees and die of fright.

Before I know it, I am laying in bed with a shirtless Luke holding me and whispering comforting things to me.

"Goodnight Luke," I whisper, my voice shaky and scared.

"Goodnight love," Luke whispers back and presses a kiss to my forehead.

"I love you," I say a few minutes later, but he is already sleeping soundly. "Forever and always."

I wake up at 9 AM, Luke is in the bathroom brushing his teeth. He drags both of his hands over his blonde hair when he is done and smiles at me. "Morning love," He says as of he's been up for hours.

"Morning Luke," I repeat, sleep laced throughout my voice and facial expression. I stand up and brush my teeth, and then I pull my hair into a ponytail. When I look back into the room, I see Luke laying on the bed. He is staring at the ceiling as though it's the main attraction in a historical art museum.

When I stare at him through the doorway of the bathroom, he jerks his head to face me. Luke sits up and puts his head in his hands.

I hear a wail coming from downstairs so I run down and spot Pete crying in his crib. I pick him up and rub his back, kiss his cheeks, and change his diaper. Then I walk into the kitchen and place him into the high chair.

Luke trudges down to the kitchen next to me, he kisses my temple and sits down at the table. I grab Pete's bottle from the fridge and hold it in front of his small lips. Eventually he takes it.

I pour myself a bowl of cereal and sit down, across from Luke and next to Pete's high chair. Luke get himself breakfast as well and we eat it in reticence.

When the two of us are done, I put our bowls in the sink and turn back to the boys. Luke scoops up Pete, kisses his cheeks and looks down at me. Pete stays quiet for a long time but he whines and points to me in at least ten minutes. His arms go down again so Luke sets him on the floor of the living room next to some of his toys, the ripped bear included. He looks helplessly down at them, and back at me and Luke.

I walk over and sit down in front of him. "Do you have work today?" I ask, glancing back at Luke.

"Nope, I'm off three days," Luke says. I sigh because I just know he asked for the days off, even though I told him not to. Either that or Fleur gave him three random days, but I am going with the first option.

Luke groans and sits beside me. I am shocked [in a good way] when Pete gets into his hands and knees and crawls over to me. I raise my brows and grin at Luke, who had the same reaction as I did. I kiss Pete's forehead as he crawls onto my lap. He is only little more than about two weeks old, so this is really surprising.

I notice that Luke snapped a picture of Peter while he was crawling, so I smile and grab Pete's small waist carefully. He opens up his arms and holds them out, so I pick him up completely and cradle him in my arms, causing a smile to appear on his face.