aggression | luke hemmings

Chapter Sixty Six

Becca's POV

I smile at Luke. He is a tad bit too over protective but I don't mind. I sit down on the bed again and Luke takes my hand in his.

"Do me one favor," Luke adds.

"Hmm?"

"Please don't ever wear those shorts in public babe," He says, causing me to chuckle. I nod anyway for his sake. Luke smiles at me and kisses my lips softly, lingering there for a minute and ending with a brief peck on the lips once more.

We lay down in bed and just cuddled for the rest of the night, even whilst we slept. And, it was a peaceful, relaxing slumber because I was laying my head on Luke's chest with a slight smile on my lips.

I am startled awake at some time way past midnight, by the shrill sound of Pete crying. Luke stirs but his eyes remain shut. When I stand to lull the baby back to sleep, he reaches his arms out for me and frowns, grabbing my pillow and flipping over to his side instead.

I try to stifle a laugh at how cute he is when he is asleep; It's honestly the most adorable thing I'd ever seen. Literally.

I reach the bottom of the steps without a single word and cross over to Peter's small bedroom. He stops sobbing but his expression stays the same: Sad and exhausted.

It took me a few minutes to change his diaper although that was not the case. I cradled him to sleep afterward which was not very hard; considering it's nighttime and he is a heavy sleeper with no sign of possible insomnia.

I expected Luke to be drooling over my pillow still when I got back upstairs, but he placed it back where it was and his eyes are closed. I sit down on the edge of the bed, preparing to lay down and fall asleep again but Luke wraps his arms around my stomach from behind and showers my shoulder in wet kisses, making me smile.

"I thought you were asleep?" I whisper.

"I can tell when you're not here Becca," Luke whispers. I grin wider as he lays down, pulling me with him. "I love you baby girl."

"I love you more," I challenge. I look up at Luke and see him smiling down at me.

"That's not possible, no one can love more than I do you," Luke says sweetly.

"Whatever, loser," I smirk, poking his right dimple.

"You still love me," Luke responds. He speaks the obvious truth. I chuckle and lay my head on his chest again. We ended up not getting any more sleep, just staying awake and talking. If you guess that it resulted in a hibernation between the two of us after the sun had risen, you're 110% correct.

But, once again, we are startled awake from his phone ringing loudly and unnecessarily. He groans and we both sit up.

"Can you get that for me?" He asks, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, because it is on my nightstand for an unknown reason. I nod and pluck it off the wooden surface, pressing the green answer button without reading whom it's from.

"Hello?" I ask. Well, I try to ask, but whoever rang interrupted me.

"Hey, Luke. Heather Faulkner speaking. You have to come up to the studio right now, you're late again! What is up with you? Danny and I have some information you need to be in on; Come here right now. In my office. Or, no... Outside my office, because it's being.... Uh, renovated," Heather Faulkner said in a rushed voice. "Hurry, I got Flo Rida coming at six and I need you here right now!"

Pulling the phone away from my ear and facing Luke, I ask, "Who is Danny? And why is Heather so antsy?"

"Shit," Luke curses under his breath and grabs his phone. "I'm coming, sorry about that. I'll be there in twenty." He hangs up and bustles around the room, fetching clothes to wear and locking himself in the bathroom and I hear the faint sound of his toothbrush. Then he returns, dressed into new clothes, and runs downstairs. Not a word was spoken to me in the speedy process.