Louis’ POV
I walk through the hospital corridor with sweaty palms and shaking hands, goosebumps all over my skin.
I was going to ask Jess to come for moral support but I decided that his was something I had to do alone.
“Why is mommy’s eyes closed?” His voice sends chills down my spine, but in a good way, my feet stopping in their tracks outside her hospital room.
I think about everything for a moment, trying to make sense of the situation.
Julia has cancer. Julia’s dying.
Raising one hand up, it literally takes me two whole minutes to finally knock, silence filling the room on the other side of the door. My breathing hitches in my throat as someone begins to open the door.
“Hello, mister,” I look down at the cutest little boy I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“Hello, you must be Joshua,” I greet him and he nods, grinning at me brightly.
He looks a lot like me. But he has her green eyes.
“Mommy there’s a man,” he turns to his mother and I only now notice Julia, in all her glory, lying on a hospital bed.
“L-Louis,” she stutters, studying me with a small smile on her face.
I walk over to her bed, standing beside her.
“Hi, Jules,” I mumble, biting my lip.
“Joshua,” she calls out to him and he tilts his head slightly, “Can you leave me to talk to the man alone for a second? Just go to Aunty Lillian.”
Josh nods, skipping out the door.
“How old is he now?” I ask, sitting on the chair beside her bed.
“He’s four,” she informs me.
“He’s adorable,” I add, and she nods slowly.
“Louis, I’m dying,” she says simply, “And I was so damn pissed at you... Until I realised there was no point...”
I take her hand in mine, looking down at my lap.
“I’m sorry,” I manage to squeak out, “I’m really, really sorry.”
“I just need to warn you,” she starts, my eyebrows furrowing. Warm me about what?
“You do realise that when I die... You’re his father legally, so he’s in your custody,” she explains and my eyes widen.
That makes sense, seeing as I am his biological father, his only other legal guardian.
“I-I don’t know if I’m ready for that. Y-You’re not g-gonna die, Jules, you’re n-not!” I shake my head furiously, holding onto her hand tighter.
She just laughs dryly, shaking her own head.
“I am. Please take care of him, he has nowhere else to go,” a tear rolls down her cheek and I hesitate before nodding.
“Thank you. It means a lot to me. And Louis,” she grins at me, closing her eyes, “I missed you, dickhead.”
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“Are you my daddy?” I walk alongside Josh, holding his hand gently.
“Yeah,” I confirm and he grins toothily.
“Really? My real daddy?” He jumps slightly in excitement, making me laugh.
“Yes, I’m your real daddy,” I state.
“Swear on all the cotton candy in the world?” He says seriously, making me laugh even more.
“I swear on all the candy and chocolate in the world!” I promise, making him let out an adorable giggle.
“Where’s my mommy?” He suddenly becomes very serious again.
“Um... Well... She’s in a better place, now,” I look down at the ground, frowning.
“Has she gone to up above?” He points to the sky, “She told me she was going there to visit all of the people she’s lost.”
Wow, he sounds way mature for a four year old...
“Yeah? Yeah. That’s where she is. Who did she lose?” I question, squeezing his hand slightly in reassurance.
“Oupa and Grammy,” he speaks up cheerfully.
“Oupa?” I furrow my eyebrows. What does that mean?
“My oupa was mommy’s daddy. He was called oupa because mommy’s from Africa!” He smiles, kicking a pile of leaves.
“Do you want to go meet Jessie?” I blurt, anxious of her reaction to me bringing home a child.
“Who’s Jessie?” Josh looks around as if he’s trying to find her.
“She’s my... Girlfriend,” I nod but he looks at me weirdly.
“What’s that?” He pouts.
“Well I love her and she loves me,” I try to explain, “So we’re girlfriend and boyfriend.”
“Does that mean you do icky stuff?” He looks disgusted and I chuckle, ruffling his hair and making him smile.
“What ‘icky’ stuff do you mean?” I raise my eyebrows at the grinning child beside me. I can’t believe he’s my son...
“Kissing,” he pretends to gag and I pick him up, swinging him over my shoulder.
“Kissing isn’t icky!” I pout, hearing his cute little giggle.
“Yes it is!” He shouts, right when we reach the hotel.
Taking a deep breath, I let him down slightly, just so that he’s resting on my hip, and walk to the lift.
Hopefully she takes this well...
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Half A Heart
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