Pregnant By Luke Hemmings

Chapter 44

Emily

"...Night night." I give Cass one last kiss on the forehead before leaving the room and softly closing the door. Then I lean against the opposite wall and let out the deep breath I didn't even know I was holding. I'm so glad that tortoise and hare book was still at the top of his toy chest or I'd be so fucked. He's so smart I don't ever want him to doubt himself. I just wish Luke wasn't so damn reckless.

I push myself off the wall and head back to my room, untying my towel so I can finally dry off and go to bed. But as soon as I open my door, there he is, sitting on my bed obviously deep in thought. I quickly rewrap my towel-tighter than before-and get his attention.

"Luke??" He looks up at me almost dazed. I step in and shut the door. "What are you doing here? Are you drunk?" I pester wishing I'd bought a new robe sooner.

"Nope." He sighs exasperated.

"H-how did you even get in?" I stammer fumbling with my towel, inching closer to my walk-in closet so I can hide and slip on something to cover up.

"Dawn let me in to give Cass a quick cuddle. And you can stop doing the inch worm thing, we already have a son." He says looking up just as I'm half way there and I see the dimness in his eyes. So he still remembers the early parts of our relationship, why does that flatter me?

Still hesitant I ease over and slip inside closing the door behind me and turning on the light. "Well, Cass should be out like a light by now so if you'd like you can just drop by in the morning before I take him to school." I offer. It's silent for a moment so I peak my head out to see if he's left, he hasn't even moved.

"You don't want Cass calling me daddy?" He says bluntly and I almost slam the door as I step out in my favorite black tank-top and boy shorts set. His eyes go wide but he quickly refocuses.

"How much did you hear?" I continue his question.

"Enough. Why wouldn't you want him to address me as his father? And what did you mean when you said I'm like the hare from the story book?" He asks sitting straight and crossing his arms over his chest. I take a seat across from him on my dresser.

"Well, I don't think rushing into everything was the best idea...for anyone. Especially Cass. He's always had trouble with some of the kids at his school for not having a father and he took to you so well, but I shouldn't have let him..."

"Emily," He cuts me off. Standing up. "Why are you so stubborn?" I feel a bit offended but I know it's true. I am stubborn. "You're right, we did go too fast in some cases but nothing bad has really happened. And nothing bad will happen because I wont let it."

"Nothing bad? Seriously?" I hop down to size him up. "Luke, since I told you about him you've lost your girlfriend, I went Tiger Mom on your band mate, my psycho ex showed up at your hotel door drunk-I still have to go to the local peeler's department to sort that out, Cass and I were mobbed by your fans, and all of this within the past three days. My son isn't even for years old yet and the world already wants him. Do you truly not understand where my head is right now?" I feel the anxiety rising and my hand starts to shake. "You're the hare, Luke, and our forest is just too slow for you." I close my eyes wrapping my arms around myself to calm down. Then I feel his arms wrap around me and my eyes dart up to meet his.

"And through all of that, Cass is safe in his room sleeping. Why, because I did my job as a father to protect you both. As for Mona, she showed her true colors, that's not on you. And don't worry about that blow to Calum's jaw. He's had worse." He shrugs.

"You're not getting my point. With each passing day these random events get worse and worse. Can you honestly look me in the eyes and tell me you'll be ready for what comes next?" I ask ready to pull away at his silence.

"Where you?" He asks and I go wide eyed.

"What?" I back away.

"Wait, that's not what I...?"

"How dare you! Of all people, you think you can throw that at me?! Get Out, Luke!" I snap pushing him out the door and back down the stairs.

"Emily, I'm sorry... Wait." He tries to take back but it's too late.

"You van come by to see your son when I pick him up from school tomorrow...or later today... I don't care, just stay away from us in broad daylight." With one final push he's out the door and it's locked.

I know I shouldn't be grateful for him saying what he said, but I still am. At least I have a reason to shut him out now.