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Bonus Chapter 3 | Lonely

A/N: it's been ages since I last updated this book, so I thought, why not revisit the world of 'Hollow' again? Lol

If you've read the sequel you'll know that Izzy and Louis have now gone to college, leaving just Adrien, Luka and Jake in the mansion.

Luka's P.O.V

"I swear if this child breaks another vase I will—" Adrien begins, but is cut off by the sound of Jake giggling.

"I swear he lives just to insult my exsistance," he mutters as he picks Jake up.

"You're supposed to be sleeping, it's 2am," I say, laughing at Adrien's grumpy expression. I was surprised he wasn't cussing too much, since usually, when I wake him up, he starts swearing worse than Gordon Ramsey.

And that's saying something.

Jake laughs and claps his hands, knowing that he's succeeded in annoying Adrien.

"You annoy me to earth and back," he grunts under his teeth, "But I love you so much."

He carries the two-year-old to his room and I sing him to sleep, the two of us creeping out of the room in oder not to wake him up again. We slip onto the couch, since both of us know we're not going to fall asleep again.

Adrien snuggles into my lap as he says, "They grow so fast."

I chuckle in response. "I remember like it was yesterday, when Louis and Izzy were tiny. And now they're legal adults and both dating wonderful people."

Adrien nods and says, "Can't remember the last time we had you and me time."

I sigh wistfully and nod.

"Yeah. Wonder what it'll be like when Jake grows up and it'll be just us living here," I remark.

He grips my hand.

"Neither," he says before yawning.

I laugh and kiss his cheek. After all these years, it still makes him go red.

"I love you, you know," I say.

He doesn't reply. It is then that I notice he has fallen asleep. I shake my head and sigh amusedly. I carry him up to our bedroom and put him in the bed, pulling the duvet up to cover him before getting in beside him.

***

The next day is pretty dismal. None of us have work, so we just lazy about, slowly having a shower, slowly getting dressed, slowly dressing Jake, slowly eating breakfast. Slowly doing everything really.

"Ice Cream!" Jake shouts randomly from the living room, interrupting mine and Adrien's long, slowly done kiss in the kitchen.

I break away from Adrien, laughing my arse off.

Jake comes running into the kitchen a second later screaming, "Ice Cream, ice cream!"

"Sure we can—"

"No," Adrien cuts me off. "No way. Remember that last time we bought ice cream and Jake finished the whole tub in the night whilst we were sleeping? We did not sleep that whole week I tell you. All we could hear was his vomiting."

I burst out laughing again.

"Pweeeeeeeeeease Papa," he begs with the biggest doe eyes ever. I can tell Adrien wants to give in but he's determined to stand his ground. His face hardens.

"Absolutely not," he replies, sticking his nose in the air.

"Pwease, Daddy," he says, appealing to me.

Adrien glares at me, his facial expression having 'NO' written all over it.

"Sure, let's get some ice cream," I say, causing Adrien to groan and Jake to laugh yet again.

I know he'll get me back sooner or later, but I can't help but enjoy the moment.