The Help~(Completed♡)

Tough Love, Soft Heart

Luke's P.O.V.

"Daddy?"

"In the kitchen love.", I called. Both boys smiled softly, surely envisioning their own kids coming home and calling their names. I did that for years.

"Hi.", Gemma said coming in and hugging me.

"Hi baby. How was school?" She shrugged,

"Okay." Gemma was a senior but got to leave two hours early since she had the rest of her credits.

"Just okay?"

"I'm just tired. I'm fine daddy."

"Go nap babe. Where's Mase?"

"In the car on the phone with Mia."

"Great.", I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah.", she sighed slightly, walking off upstairs.

"Everything okay?", Damon asked. I nodded,

"Yeah. Mason's been dating a girl we're not a fan of."

"Oh. That's not like him."

"Yeah, I know.", I sighed.

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Mason was quiet at dinner.

"Mase? How was your day?", I asked. He shrugged,

"Fine dad."

"You sure? You're really quiet."

"I'm just tired."

"Are-Are you and Mia fighting?", Gemma asked.

"That's none of your business Gemma.", he snapped. She flinched back. Mason never snapped at her.

"I-I'm sorry.", she whispered.

"Mason-"

"No, he's right.", she cut me off, "My brothers wellbeing isn't any of my business." She stood up, "I'm-I'm not hungry. I have homework.", she muttered, quickly leaving.

"Gemma!", Mason called after her, gaining no response. He sighed, "I-I didn't mean to."

"You don't mean a lot of things you've done lately Mase.", I said softly, "It's worrying me. You never act like this."

"I-I'm fine."

"I don't believe that Mason. You never snap at Gem. You never stay up late and leave early and you never delay coming home. You've always wanted to be home. Is-Is it something here? Did I do something?"

"What? Dad, no. Everything's fine. I've just been busy."

"With what?"

"Work? School? I-I have responsibilities and stuff to do outside of the house dad."

"I know that Mase. It just seems like you have a lot more lately."

"I-I guess so."

"How's Mia?"

"We're not having this conversation again."

"What conversation? I just wanna know how she is."

"She's fine."

"Still a bitch?", I muttered.

"Dad!"

"Sorry, sorry. She's not. I like her fine."

"You hate her."

"You and I both know I don't hate anyone. She's not my favorite, no. I don't like how she treats you or Gem." He froze,