Who Do You Love? -lrh-

chapter six

Thalia's P.O.V

I got back to my mom's house and slumped down on the couch, It was a long today. Although it had its problems, we were successful today. We indeed did sign on a new artist. A quite famous one actually, a family friend. His name is Calum Hood. One of Luke's mates back from Australia. He had finally wanted to pursue a solo career after I had begged him for months to post some videos on youtube or something. He was crazy talented. He honestly sounded like an angel.

I invited him to a celebratory dinner along with Luke. It was the least I could do, he deserved it so much. I was too tired to make dinner so the staff would be preparing supper. Good classic ravioli. I packed up the kid's stuff considering living at my mother's house would be silly, especially because of a man.

I drove home and did our nightly routine, well at least tried. I couldn't help but notice the boxes everywhere. What the fuck? Luke walks downstairs with a box full of his belongings. Oh my god. "You guys head upstairs, I'll run you a bath in a minute. Get some toys and some pj's." I ushered them to the staircase. They shuffled upstairs silently, they were smart kids. They probably knew what was going on. "What's all this?" I cross my arms. I felt my body heat up. I was angry. "Oh, well I didn't expect you home so early." He stuttered. I was very confused about why he was even thinking that. "Okay, so you were gonna just leave me like this? Leave us? Your wife and kids home to an empty house?"

A stream of tears goes down my face. He sighed, "Don't cry..." He set his box down and came over to me. He attempted to wipe my tears away but I pushed him hard. "You were going to abandon us, Luke! How could I not cry? You were going to just leave us lonely? You do not have to care about me but, those are your living breathing kids. They look up to you, but I see you're going to be like another low life dead beat dad." I laugh and grab his box for him.

"How? Because I was going to live somewhere else so I am some terrible dad? Never doubt my parenting skills! I am the best god damn dad those two will ever have. You out of all people question me.." He shook his head and laughed.

I was pissed now. He had done it. "Me? I have been all the kids have had for the last three months! You've gone so M.I.A lately that they never see you! Shit, they hang out more with the staff more than they do with you! Your daughter cries every night asking where her dad is, wondering if he'll sing to her that night. Or your son asking where his dad is at his tee ball games and asking if I could facetime you to watch him hit home runs. But no! You aren't here and you aren't present in their everyday life Luke. They are sitting here every fucking day waiting on you."

He snatched his box from me taking me by surprise. "Maybe if I still loved you I would still be here doing those things."