He's got it bad and doesn't even know it! My update schedule for this book will be Tuesday/Thursday and on the weekends as I can. Which probably means both days (trying my best) Thank you for reading!
~Natasha’s Point of View~ “Everything looks good Natasha, you’re really doing great, he’s gained an ounce so that’s perfect. Normally when babies go home that first day or two they can actually lose a bit of weight as they get some poop out and excess fluids, then settle into a routine,” the doctor said. I beamed at my little bundle, he was actually awake but just staring off into space. I was so happy with the positive news that I felt like staying out, maybe I just wasn’t quite ready to go home. My mind already knew exactly where I wanted to go. The doctor left and gave me some space, I went ahead and nursed since even though I did it before I left home, that had been a couple hours ago. I’d had a few errands to run and then waited in a long line to get a car wash. I confirmed my next couple of appointments and accepted a cute bedtime story book from the nurse before heading out. One of my favorite spots to just sit and get lost is a cafe a few miles from my condo. It’s got a f
~Lukas’ Point of View~ There was no way I was going to let Natasha run me out of my home. Or make me uncomfortable at the studio. All the rest of the band had gotten cozy in their new roles and even though this wasn’t ideal it wasn’t forever. Natasha would come back and I’d move on to my next phase. Over the next couple of days I really started to get into a groove and get to know the people at work a lot more. Slade came by to check up on things and seemed pleased. He’d just been to our lawyer and wasted no time at all working out how to dump Halo, which made me happy to no end. “So that just leaves our bigger issue of contracts and bullshit,” he said, propping his feet up on the desk. I knew what he meant, and it was a bittersweet feeling. Feisty had been with the same label since day one. Most unknown bands just need that one person who’ll give them a chance. We had that with a guy named Vince, who’d heard us play in Portland while we were still in high school and couldn’t ge
~Natasha’s Point of View~ WHAAAAAA WHAAAA WHAAAAAA “Ugh,” I moaned, rolling over. My tits were heavy, aching. If Louie didn’t get me up to nurse they would have. “Shhh, shhh, it’s okay,” I heard, snapping me fully into reality. I darted upright and looked around my bedroom, confused. “Don’t wake mommy, let her sleep,” I heard, even further confusing me. There’s a man in my house. Talking to my baby!! I shot off the bed, but the harsh movement made me pause for a moment and hold my head. I quickly yawned and felt all over how tired I was, and the flood of last night hit me. Lukas Trent is in my house. He spent the night here. He slept on my couch. Feisty’s drummer … slept … on … my couch. Without another thought I darted to the bathroom and practically squealed in shock at myself. At lightning speed I washed my face, brushed my hair and teeth then put my mop in a quick bun. I put on enough make-up to make me feel humanish. I really needed a shower though. Louie was still
~Lukas’ Point of View~ I fell on my couch and blew out a hard breath. What the hell just happened? Was she … ashamed of me? A good looking wealthy guy who can’t stop thinking about her? I had just spilled my guts to her about Slade and Holly and even though it was mostly his story a lot of it was mine too. Really, telling her had been like free therapy, I didn’t realize how much I’d needed it. I’d spoken to my sisters about it all a bit over the years but this was different. It was like I saw it all through new eyes. Older and wiser maybe. As I told the story I’d put myself in Holly’s shoes and so had Natasha. I had trusted her, confided in her about something deeply personal. Maybe I shouldn’t have kissed her but it was obvious she wanted it, she liked it. Fuck. Is it about whoever Louie’s father is? Surely her sister knows. That’s gotta be it. Staring blankly at the wall for a while, I finally got my shit together and dialed Slade. I told him everything, and he listened intent
~Natasha’s Point of View~ I gulped as my face likely turned pure red. Men are NEVER this honest. Lukas has no filter and no restraint but it's refreshing. Dating SUCKS like big time. Trying to figure someone out, all the guessing. Why can’t it be this easy? “He's definitely the best thing I’ve ever seen,” I said, really not knowing how to respond to the rest of what he said. Maybe we could gloss over it. “Actually uhm, about Louie? I guess there’s something that has been bothering me,” he said, and I made a face. What about my baby, outside of crying … which I swear he better not bring up … could possibly be bothering him? “Where is his father? I mean is some dude gonna show up one night and make a scene? If so we should get you a good alarm system,” he said, completely catching me off guard. I finished chewing and wiped my hands before taking a long drink. “You mean you don’t know,” I asked, finally. He looked nervous, should I just put him out of his misery? “I thought every
~Lukas’ Point of View~ One Month Later “Aww no, no no no! Shit! Shit everywhere! How does this even happen,” I shouted, trying not to puke. “Ohh damn bro! That’s nasty as hell,” Trey shouted, from over my shoulder. I stared down at Louie, happy as could be that he’d not only crapped his pants but it went up his back and out his legs. Shitstorm of epic proportions. I’d read about this happening but obviously seeing and smelling it in real life can’t compare. “Ohh hell he just stuck his foot in it,” Corey yelled, coming up behind me. “I don’t know where to start or what to do,” I shouted, grabbing at the wipes. “Throw him in the tub,” Corey said, matter of fact. The tub! Right! That would be better than wipes. “Genius! You fuck! His little bathtub is in there, go fill it up like room temp, not too hot and I’ll uhm yeah I’ll uhm…” I trailed off, trying to figure out how the hell I was going to pick him up. Natasha goes into the office for four hours, four whole hours and I get
~Natasha’s Point of View~ “Look at you! Mama’s big boy in the swing,” I cooed. Yeah he was in his carseat in a swing but still. He was outside, getting some sun and I was getting the best pictures. I had him in the most adorable little blue plaid button up shirt with khaki pants and tan boots. Perfect little man! He even had the tiniest little wisp of hair. I’d used a few dots of gel and made it into a mohawk. I hit play on my earbud and let the book I was listening to continue. Who knew audio porn could be so damn good? I don’t know where Juliet found these authors but I was hooked. After a bit I wanted to sit down so I started to pull Louie off the swing and get him back onto his stroller. A figure was just in my peripheral vision and it startled me. I immediately guessed it might be another parent waiting for the swing. Only when I turned, it was just a man with no child. I quickly hit to silence my earbud and looked him up and down. Late 30’s maybe, kind of dressed like a ner
~Lukas’ Point of View~ “Baby, I’m so sorry this happened,” I said, trying to calm Natasha. Sure I’d seen her cry a few times, she may have gotten me to watch some shitty chick movies. But this was totally different. I had plenty of time to think on my drive home, but really I already knew the answer. Because I always discuss any big moves with Slade I did seek his advice. He only asked one simple question, “is she home” and I knew far too well what that meant. I describe my sisters and my adopted parents as home. With them, no matter where I am or what bullshit background noise is going on it’s all good. They center me, they bring me back to earth. Without them I’d spin into the black abyss. For so much of my childhood I had absolutely nothing, nobody. I didn’t control shit about my life. Once I finally got old enough to change things I never looked back. Without a doubt, Natasha was home for me now too. I seriously couldn't believe I was ready to commit to forever with a woman