Where's Daddy? // Luke Hemmings

CHAPTER TWO

Kiara's POV

It's been two hours since I put Charlotte to bed and she's still asleep. I'm really bored and have nothing to do. Maybe Michael is home and wants to come over. I decided to text him and see if he wanted to come over and hang up for bit.

To: MikeySexyBeast

Whats doin'?

Kiara ;)

While I waited for his reply I decided to make some lunch so I walked into the kitchen. Just as I was about to start cooking my pasta, my phone starts ringing. I ran out of the kitchen and into the lounge room where I left it. I looked at the caller ID before answering and it was Michael.

(M-Michael, K-Kiara)

"Hello?" - K

"Hey Kiara, it's me Mikey" - M

"Oh hey Michael, are you doing anything because Charlotte's sleeping and I'm really bored" - K

"Nah I'm not doing anything. Do you want me to come over for a bit?" - M

"Yeah if you aren't doing anything" - K

"Oh well Luke's over so is it ok if I bring him over as well?" - M

"Yeah that's fine. You know where I live so I'll see you soon" - K

And with that the line went dead.

Within 5 minutes there was a knock at the door. I ran to the door and opened it revealing Michael and who I was assuming was Luke. OMG that's the hot guy from the ice-cream truck. Holy crap! What is he doing here? I look like complete shit.

"C-come in" I stuttered, opening the door wider for the two of them to walk in.

"Is Charlotte sleeping?" Michael asked. I nodded and sat down on the couch.

"Where is everyone?" Luke asked. I looked at him confused.

"What do you mean?" I asked quite puzzled.

"I mean like uh your family. It's so quiet" he said, looking around.

"I don't have a family. It's only me and Charlotte" I replied, looking down at my hands. Luke must have noticed the sadness in my voice and said sorry for mentioning it. Just as I was about to reply, I heard crying coming from Charlotte's room.

"I'll be right back" I stated before walking upstairs to Charlotte's room.

"Mummy!" Charlotte squealed as she saw me enter her room. I nodded and walked over to her cot, taking my sleepy little angel out. Slowly making my way down stairs, I heard mumbling coming from where the boys were. I couldn't hear what they were saying properly so I just shrugged it off.

As soon as Charlotte saw Michael she ran up to him and he engulfed her in a big hug. I walk over to the couch and take a seat next to Luke with a smile on my face.

"She your sister?" he asked, pointing at Charlotte. Just as I was about to reply Charlotte came running over to me.

"Mummy! Mummy! Is Mikey my daddy?" she asked. The hope was evident in her voice and it broke my heart that I had to say no to my little bundle of joy once again.

"No sweety pie. Michael isn't your daddy" I said turning away, tears forming in my eyes.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned around to face Luke.

"She doesn't have a dad?" he asked.

"She does, I just don't know who he is" I mumbled.

"Do you have any idea who it could have been or what he looked like?" Luke asked. I shook my head. I stared into his eyes for a moment and then it hit me. I've seen eyes like that before. I got up off the couch and walked over to the cabinet in the corner of the room. I got down on my knees and open the doors, pulling out a large cardboard box.

As I rummaged through the photos that were in the box, I felt a presence next to me. I turned my head slightly and saw that it was Luke. I looked back at the photos and finally found the one I was looking for. I examined the photo and then handed it to Luke.

This photo was taken at the party that I attended the night Charlotte was conceived. It was of me and some blonde kid. I couldn't make out who it was because the photo was blurry. The only things that you could see properly were our eyes. You could see my hazel-green eyes and the guy I was with had bright blue eyes, exactly like Luke.

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Luke's POV

It's been three days since I bumped into that girl at the ice-cream truck and I can't seem to get my mind off her. She was absolutely perfect. I would tell you everything that I loved about her features and all that cheesy shit but I don't want to seem cliché.

It was Tuesday today and I was bored at home with nothing to do so I decided to head over to Michael's house for a bit.

When I got to his house I didn't knock on the door, I just marched straight in because Michael's house was like a second home to me. His parents didn't mind and I couldn't complain.

"Honey I'm home!" I called. Michael came walking into the kitchen and rolled his eyes at me.

"What shall we do today?" he asked.

"FIFA!" I yelled.

"Oh you're on" and with that we raced up to Michael's room and played FIFA for two hours.

Just as we were about to start our next game, Michael's phone buzzed.

"Hang on, it's a text from Kiara" he said smiling. I couldn't help but laugh. I could tell Michael wasn't in the mood for texting so he just rang her. He got up and left the room so I didn't hear their conversation.

After he finished on the phone, Michael came back and said that we were going to Kiara's house for a while. I felt a little bit uncomfortable because I didn't know who this girl was and I've never met her. Oh well let's just hope for the best.

Once we arrived at Kiara's house, I knew exactly who she was. She was the chick that I bumped into at the ice-cream truck.

After about 10 minutes we heard crying come from upstairs.

"I'll be right back" Kiara stated before walking upstairs.

"Who's crying?" I asked Michael.

"The baby" was all he said. He's been coming over here a lot the past couple days, maybe he's used to it.

Kiara came down with a toddler in her arms. As soon as the little girl was on the floor she ran straight up to Mikey.

"She your sister?" I asked, pointing at the little girl.

"Mummy! Mummy! Is Mikey my daddy?" the little girl asked.

"No sweety pie. Michael isn't your daddy" Kiara replied as she turned away.

"She doesn't have a dad?" I asked, placing my hand on her shoulder.

"She does, I just don't know who he is" she mumbled.

"Do you have any idea who it could have been or what he looked like?" I asked. She shook her head.

Kiara quickly got up off the couch and walked over to the cabinet in the corner of the room and pulled out a cardboard box. Inside the box was filled to the top with photo albums and lose photos.

As she was looking through the photos I went and sat next to her on the floor. She found the photo she was looking for and examined it before handing it to me. The whole picture was blurry except for the eyes of the people in the photo. I recognised the hazel eyes as Kiara's but I didn't know who's the blue eyes were.

She took the photo out of my hands and held the photo up next to my face. Her eyes moved between my eyes and the photo. After a few minutes her eyes went wide and she dropped the photo.

She got up off the floor and ran to her room. I walked over to Michael and didn't say anything. He looked at me confused but I just shrugged my shoulders.
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