Pregnant By Luke Hemmings

Chapter 36

His arms are wrapped around me. One is underneath me pulling me as close as our bodies will allow and the other is draped over me—keeping a protective hold on my...our son. Even in his sleep his grip tightens just a bit when he feels Cass squirm away. So being protective really is in his DNA. Maybe he won't be as bad a father to Cass as I thought. *I know that's a terrible thing to think but ask anyone; every single parent has had that thought cross their mind whenever they introduce a potential parental figure to their children. It's just a fact.*

I look down at my beautiful Cass and watch as his thumb finds it's way between his sleeping lips; a trait he picked up from me when I was his age. I smile at him thanking God and however else watches over us that he's in my arms instead of at the mercy of an intoxicated Richard. I lower my head to place a tender kiss in his beautiful blonde hair as the thought returns. *What would he have done to my son?* My hold tightens around my baby and Luke's arm does the same.

"He's beautiful." I'm startled by his voice humming in my ear. I turn my head to see him smiling down at Cass. "We made one hell of a kid. I can't believe I almost missed him all together." He softly chuckles and I find myself biting my lip. *Maybe I was a little irrational by trying to keep Cass from his family. He definitely needs someone like Luke to protect him when I can't.*  Just as the thought crosses my mind Luke takes his thumb and forefinger and pulls my cheek to his lips. "I remember that face. And I've always hated when you pulled it."

"W-What do you mean?" I stammer.

"You're questioning yourself. Second guessing your judgment. I can only assume it has to do with Cass and your decision to keep him secret. Don't ever question yourself on what you feel is best for our son." He kisses me again and I feel myself falling deeper into him.

*The words Our Son come so easily to him. Will they leave just as quick if he chooses his dream life over us? I can't do this to us. I can't falter. If I have to push him away from me to stay focused on my son then so be it. I want our baby to be his main focus until he's proven to me he can commit to us AND his job just as he says he will.* "Thank you, Luke." I whisper pulling my face from his hand and rest back in the pillow. I know he was taken aback by it because he froze for a moment. He quickly comes out of it and I feel the pillow shift.

"Sweet dreams, Em." I can hear the sorrow in his voice and it tugs at my hear, but I have to stay strong.