by G. Bailey
“Yes. Do you think he would come with me?” He asks. “I don’t want to force him to spend time with me.”
“We can ask, and I think he would come. I might have to come with you for the first few weeks, but eventually, I know he will end up loving you like everyone else,” I say.
“Everyone?” Luke asks, picking up my hand.
“W-we can’t do this…no matter how I feel,” I sputter out.
“I love you, Emilia. You know that, right?” Luke tells me and every barrier I’d forcefully put up between us just burns away as I reach over and kiss him. Luke pulls me onto his lap as we passionately kiss, his hands rubbing all over my body as I settle on top of him. I reach down, undoing his belt and desperate to reconnect with him after all this time apart. Luke pulls my dress and bra down, revealing my breasts and he runs his fingers over my nipples as I free his long, hard erection. I push my thong to the one side before lining us up, and slowly inching myself down until he fills me up.
“Fuck you are incredibly tight and wet,” Luke groans, grabbing my hips as I roll my hips, chasing the orgasm I know is close.
“I love you,” I whisper against his lips before kissing him as we both lose all control. Neither of us can do anything but move our hips, battle with our mouths as we both get close to the edge. Luke’s hand slides between my legs, finding my clit and rubbing it as fast as I roll my hips, loving the feeling of Luke’s hard cock sliding in and out of me.
“Emilia!” Luke groans against my lips as I cry out in pure pleasure, an orgasm slamming into me so hard that everything goes blurry. Luke slams me back on to his cock one more time before he explodes inside me, feeling like pure bliss. I collapse onto his chest, feeling his cock throbbing inside me as I listen to his fast beating heart.
“It’s me and you now, you got that?” Luke breathlessly tells me, lifting my head to meet his eyes. There is nothing but pure love in his eyes, nearly making me feel speechless.
“It’s me and you.”
Luke
"I wondered how long it would be before you came to see me, Eric," I state, looking over at him as he stands next to my car, his arms crossed against his chest. I unlock the boot, placing my bags in that Tilly sent me to the shops to get because Hope has a temperature. Harley was going to go and get her some Calpol, but I offered as I wanted to get some pop anyway. Hope is a sweet little girl, but I wish she would stop leaving creepy teddy bears tucked into my bed every day. The first night I collapsed into bed only to be freaked out by the teddy with glowing eyes that she left me as a gift. Though every time I ask her about them, she pretends not to know and then runs off laughing. Kids. Though Hope reminds me of Parker, and our growing relationship in the last few weeks. The places we go after school seem to really be helping, and Parker asked if we could go alone next week to the bowling alley. It will be good to give Emilia some time to herself. I know she runs around like a headless chicken looking after our son. I shut the boot and lean against it, knowing Eric wouldn't have chosen to come and see me at eleven in an empty shopping car park for no reason.
"You’re fucking my wife," he bluntly states, and I dislike him straight away. You don't talk about your wife that way, but I doubt very much that he cares for her at all. I can see it almost instantly and hear it in his voice.
"Yeah, but you aren't. What’s the problem?" I reply.
"Stay the fuck away from her," he threatens but doesn't move to attack me. He could punch me if he wants, which I have no doubt he does. I saw Emilia this morning and last night. We can't keep our hands off each other as we make up for the time we spent apart.
"That isn't going to happen. You should give her the divorce she wants," I reply. "You don't love her."
"And you do?" he remarks and laughs. “You left her pregnant and alone, and fucked off for years.”
"Of course, I fucking love her, and I am not explaining my past to someone like you. You wouldn't be here talking to me if you thought I was temporary in her life," I reply.
"I can't get divorced at the moment; it would sink my career. I won't give her up because Arthur gave her to me in exchange for letting him do whatever he wants. I make sure no one ever knows about his work," he says.
"Emilia isn't your toy," I growl out, getting annoyed with this idiot. "She isn't yours."
"But Parker is. I'm on the birth certificate. I'm his dad, and I will take him from her if she leaves me," he threatens, and for the first time, I see him as a threat.
"And I’d kill you if you tried," I say, meaning every word. I've killed for less.
"Keep you and Emilia quiet, and there won't be a problem. Got it?" he demands.
"Eric, you need to think about what the right thing is to do in this situation. You know it isn't you and Emilia staying married when she loves me. I won't stop Parker being in your life, he loves you but Emilia? She deserves to be free to make her own choice," I tell him. “I won’t let you control her. No one deserves that.”
"See you around, Luke," he says, walking off into the shadows of the car park. I watch him go, wondering if he will take any of my advice or if he will continue to be an idiot. I'm pretty sure it is going to be the latter. I get into my car, ringing Emilia's number before I start the car up.
"Hey," she grumbles as she answers the phone.
"Hey sweetheart, you alright?" I ask.
"A little tired," she says, yawning and I realise I might have woken her up. "But missing you."
"I miss you too. Eric just came to see me," I tell her, wanting to be honest and hating that he will be heading back home to sleep in the same house as her. I tighten my hand on the steering wheel, knowing it's irrational to be jealous. She doesn't love him or even like him. Their marriage is nothing but paperwork.
"What?" she asks, waking up for that.
"Nothing bad happened, we just talked," I honestly reply.
"You know I love you for not fighting him, right?" she says, sounding relieved.
"I know, sweetheart. Go back to sleep, I just wanted to hear your voice and tell you," I say.
"Okay, I will. I'm tired. See you soon, Luke," she says, yawning. I say goodbye before putting the phone down and starting my car. I hope one day I will be driving back home, to my real home with Emilia and Parker.
Emilia
"Oh god," I moan, rolling my hips as Luke grips them tightly, his head thrown back as he enjoys being inside me. I'm so close to the edge, every movement pushes Luke's cock in and out me, feeling absolutely amazing. Luke lifts his head, flipping us over on his bed and pushing deep inside me as he kisses me. Our tongues battle against each other as he thrusts in and out of me, his hands buried deep in my hair as we both lose control. There’s nothing but the sound of our skin slamming against each other, our breathy moans and groans for a long time as we are perfect at this moment. I cry out as my orgasm slams into me, and Luke finishes deep inside me only moments later.
"Emilia," he groans against my lips, slamming into one more time before collapsing at my side, pulling me to his chest.
"We should go back downstairs for the welcome back party," I breathlessly say, hearing the music downstairs. Izzy and Blake got back about two hours ago, and we all threw them a welcome home party. Luke dragged me upstairs to show me his room not long ago, but I'm pretty sure everyone knew what we were going to do.
"We should," Luke says, grinning, proud about his distraction from the party. He kisses me once more before getting up. We clean up and pull our clothes back on before walking out Luke's room into the corridor. Izzy runs past us, heading straight for the bathroom and slams the door shut behind her. Allie runs up the stairs, grabbing my arm when she sees me.
"Sorry, Luke. Girl time. Go downstairs!" she tells Luke, who just shakes his head at us as Allie opens the bathroom door and pulls me inside. Allie quickly runs to Izzy, pulling her hair back as she throws up in the toilet and I close the door behind us. I search the cupboards until I find a cup and fill it with water. I hand the water and a towel
to Izzy when she calms down after flushing the toilet, sitting on the floor.
"You're totally up the duff, aren't you?" Allie asks as Izzy sips the water after wiping her face with the towel.
"Yes, I did the test last night in the airport, and I don't know how to tell Blake," she admits.
"He will be over the moon, Hun,” Allie gently tells her.
"Yeah, he will be. Blake adores you, and you both will make great parents," I say.
"We just didn't plan this. I'm on the pill, and I'm sure I took them. Although the wedding was stressful, I might have gotten confused one day," she says, muttering to herself.
"Just tell him, babe. We will be there for you," Allie says, offering Izzy a hand to lift her up.
"Okay, I will tell him. I can't keep it a secret for much longer anyway," she says, her voice shaky.
"I can't wait to see this little one. With you and Blake's good looks, she is going to be stunning," I say. I can just imagine her blonde hair, blue or green eyes.
"You think it's a girl?" Izzy asks me, her hands going to her stomach after she puts the towel and drink down.
"Call it an instinct," I say, walking to the door after Allie. Izzy looks nervous but follows us out, and down the stairs. We stay with Izzy as she walks around until we find Blake with his mum in the dining room. Blake turns and smiles at Izzy, offering her a hand.
"I'm pregnant," she blurts out the moment she takes his hands, and he coughs on the drink he just sipped. Blake's mum cries out, before bursting into tears but I can't do anything but watch how Blake falls to his knees in front of Izzy, placing his hands on her stomach over her shirt and very gently kissing it.
"I love you. Thank you," Blake tells Izzy, making us all want to cry. Izzy goes to her knees and wraps her arms around his shoulders, bursting into tears. Luke stops next to me, smiling down at me.
"Maybe that will be us one day. I'd love to see you pregnant," he says, and I slide my hand into his for only a moment, knowing we can't risk Parker seeing us together.
"I'd like that too," I whisper, knowing we have all the future in the world to fight for.
Luke
"I'm happy you finally decided to come with us," Seb says as I lock the car and look up at the nursing home, feeling more than nervous to see my mum. I've seen photos, but it's not the same as actually seeing her.
"She isn't the devil, mate," Elliot says, smiling at my obvious worry.
"Come on," Harley says, chuckling with Elliot. Seb can't hide his smirk as we walk up the steps to the doors of the nursing home. We wait for the staff to open a door for us and let us in.
"The King boys! Ah, you bought another one today, did you?" a woman says from behind a white desk, smiling widely at us all.
"Deerie, this is our youngest brother Luke," Harley introduces me, and Deerie stares, wide-eyed.
"We've heard a lot about you," she says. "I'm glad to finally meet you. Now all of you sign in here, and I’ll take you to her. She is having a very creative day today."
"A good day to bring Luke then," Elliot says, signing the sheet. We all sign it, and Deerie takes us through several doors and into a cosy bedroom. A woman I just about recognise as my mum sits on the bed, drawing with a pencil on a sketchpad. She doesn't notice us as Deerie goes back to the door.
"Give me a buzz when you want to leave," she says, pointing to the buttons and screen on the wall before leaving. I try to remember everything Harley has told me about our mum these last few weeks. How she was found on a beach with a severe head injury with no memory of her life. Then Arthur found her, kept her drugged up so even when her memories came back, she was too out of it to escape her life. Harley said she’s better these days, but the head injury means she needs a closed environment with twenty-four-hour care.
"Go and talk to her," Seb says, pushing me closer. I walk over, trying not to feel freaked out by her and what she might say, and by the emotions my mum still makes me feel. I cried so many nights as a child, begging for her to come through the door and save me from my dad. Harley looked after me the best he could, but it’s not the same as having a mum around. I remember countless times I used to sneak into a local park and just watch mothers laughing and loving their children. I wanted that more than anything. But she never came back. I sit on the bed next to her, looking down at the drawing of London's Big Ben tower clock in impressive detail.
"Hey, Mum," I say, my voice quiet and croaky when it comes out. She very slowly looks up at me, her eyes widening before she drops the pencil and sketchbook onto the floor. Elliot is quick to pick it up as she slowly lifts a shaky hand and places it on my cheek, staring so deeply at me that I can't move.
"My baby. Luke," she whispers. "My baby."
"I'm not so much a baby now, Mum," I reply.
"No," she whispers and wraps her arms around me. I'm not sure how long we hug each other in the silent room, with my brothers silently watching. I don't know when it hits me that my mum is here, and she never left me. I won't run from her anymore. The past is just that, the past, and I need to move on from it. Eventually, I pull away from the hug to talk to her and quickly realise she talks much like a child does and gets lost in her mind very quickly. When it’s time to leave, we all hug her and promise to come back soon before walking out after Deerie comes to let us out. I rest against my car, looking up at the surprisingly beautiful building.
"You alright?" Harley asks, unlocking his car but not getting in it. Elliot and Seb wait for my answer, which I don't really know how to give.
"I will be," I reply, which is the best I can do right now.
"Let's go home and get takeout. We could use a brothers night, don't you think?" Harley asks. Elliot and Seb agree just as I nod, knowing Harley is right. I could do with a night in with my family.
"I’ll come back with you every week from now on," I tell Harley as he opens the door.
"You're a good man, Luke. I'm proud of you for that choice," he says. I don't want anyone proud of me for anything.
"Don't be proud of me. You don't know anything," I say, pulling my door open and ignoring his confused expression. I rest my head back on the leather, knowing I need to be careful. Harley can't find out the truth, not yet. He would ruin everything.
Emilia
I rest back on the sofa, taking a nice relaxing moment to myself after feeding Parker dinner and forcing him into bath time before getting him to bed. I swear my lovely boy will come with any excuse not to go to sleep. Eric is nowhere to be seen again, as usual. It annoys me because he says he wants to be a dad to Parker, but he’s never around. I pull my phone out, smiling at the flirty text Luke sent me and one of those baby scans from Izzy, showing me her stunning little black and white baby. I know scans can’t be stunning, but somehow hers is.
"Can we talk?" Eric asks, nearly making me jump out my skin because I didn't hear him come in. I glance behind me as Eric walks into the room and goes to sit next to me on the sofa, never actually touching me which I'm relieved about. He looks stressed, like he has run his hands through his hair a million times and his shirt is undone, no tie to be seen.
"What about?" I ask.
"Kate is pregnant," he says, and I frown at him for a moment, wondering who she is, and then I wonder if Kate is his assistant. "And I love her. I didn't want to fall for her, but it's different than anything else I've ever felt. I really love her."
"You love her?" I question, trying not to laugh at the irony of the situation.
"I know," he says, and then he laughs to my surprise. "I've been a fucking stupid idiot recently. I was terrified of losing Parker. I really love him more than anything else in this world. These last few weeks I've tried to stay away, distance myself because I'm scared you and Luke will take him."
"Thank you for being honest with me," I say, surprised by this turn of events.
"Don't thank me. I've been shit with you," he says. "I should never have taken out my own fears on you or threatened you."
"No, you shouldn'
t have, but I want us to move forward from this like adults," I reply.
"Same, so I'm moving out. I’m giving you the divorce you want. The house is yours, well Parker’s, because I can't take it from him," he says, and my mouth falls open in shock. I can only stare at him as he smiles at me.
"Really?" I whisper.
"I only want Parker in my life in exchange. Can he come to mine every other weekend and once a week after school in the week he isn't over?" he asks. “And I want to see him on birthdays and at Christmas.”
"Yes. I promise," I say, offering my hand for him to shake. He gently shakes my hand, before letting go and standing up.
"I'm sorry for everything," he says.
"I'm not. You looked after me when I needed someone, and you are a good dad. Parker and your new baby are lucky to have you in their life. I'm not sorry about that," I say. “Thank you for being there for me, for loving Parker, and never making him feel like he wasn’t yours.”
"Thank you for saying that. I'm going to pack. or what it is worth, I did try to love you once; I just couldn't," he admits. I nod, knowing I tried the same. You can’t force love; it doesn’t work like that.
"Then love Kate. I was never yours to love, but she is," I say.
"Yes, she is," he says, softly smiling in a way I've never seen before. He walks out of the room as I rest back on the sofa, and just smile. I'm free from one of the chains in my life. Not only free but happy. I pull my phone out, calling Luke and waiting for him to answer.
"Hey, sweetheart," he answers after a few rings.
"Can you come over to mine in about half an hour?" I ask, knowing I want to see him, and Eric should have left by then.
"Your house? Really?" he questions.
"I'm getting divorced, and I want to celebrate," I say.
