Amour - A Luke Hemmings Fanfiction

Chapter 16 - Papa!

October 20, 2015

Within the next three months, Quentin had grown some. I wouldn't say a lot, but he did grow a little. He was about six and a half pounds when he was born, and now he weighs about eight and a half pounds.

He still looked a lot like Luke though. He looked a hell of a lot like Luke. Luke had once showed me pictures of when he was a baby, and Quentin looked almost exactly like him.

Before Quentin woke up that morning, I was packing my bags so I could go to Australia for my birthday in four days. I was leaving the next day so I could get to Australia just a few days before my birthday. I was packing up Quentin's things too.

He woke up, crying while I was in his room packing. I picked him up out of his crib and he quieted down.

"Matin, petit garçon," I smiled at him (French; morning, baby boy). He smiled at me.

"As-tu bien dormi?" I asked, knowing I wouldn't get an answer. (French; did you sleep good?)

All Quentin did was stare at me and smile. I loved him so much. I didn't know how to tell my dad about him, though. I want Luke to be there with me when I tell him. I want that so bad, but I know that won't happen. Because Luke doesn't fucking know, my conscience reminds me.

I walked out into the living room with Quentin and met Charlotte there. I looked to Quentin, "Voulez-vous aller à tante Charlotte?" (French; want to go to aunt Charlotte?)

I handed him to her, and she smiled. I walked back into his room to finish packing his things. I finished packing mine as well.

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After arriving in Australia after being on the plane for about a day, I made my way to my dad's house with Quentin in the backseat and our luggage in the trunk. When I arrived, I saw dad running out of the house because he saw me coming.

"Genevieve!" He exclaimed, hugging me tightly.

"Papa!" I hugged him back.

"What's this in the car?" He asked, looking in.

"Genevieve.." His mouth fell open when he saw Quentin.

"Genevieve, please.. No."

"Say something, Genevieve.."

"He's Luke's." I simply said.

"I'm a grandpa," he looked at me.

I nodded and opened the back door of the car. I picked Quentin up out of his seat and he woke up, beginning to cry.

"Shh.. Shhh.. Quentin, bébé," I rocked him back and forth.

"Want to hold your grandson?" I asked, holding Quentin towards dad. He accepted and took him from my arms.

"You can tell he's Luke's," dad smiled.

"I can see that," I looked down at Quentin, "he was born on Luke's birthday."

"Really?"

"Yeah," I couldn't stop smiling.

"Well, let's get out of the driveway. Come in!"

I grabbed all of my luggage along with Quentin's bags and walked inside. The house was just like I remembered it from almost a year ago.

"Does Luke know yet?" Dad asked me.

"No.. I haven't told him. Please, can we just not talk about it? I just don't want to talk about telling him."

"It's okay, sweetie."

"Thank you," Quentin was just staring at us. He didn't know a thing we were saying because I usually spoke to him in all French.

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Later that night, Quentin was asleep, and my dad and I were talking. He brought up so many different things about Luke.

"Genevieve.. When did this happen?"

"When did what happen?"

"When did you get pregnant with Quentin?"

"My birthday last year.."

"Really? Oh," he looked away.

"I'm so sorry, papa.." I apologized, and he nodded.

"It's okay. It's not all your fault."

"So you're saying that this was a mistake?"

"Yeah-"

"This is not a mistake! Maybe I though so at first, but now Quentin is one of the best things that's ever happened to me."

"Genevie-" dad started.

"No, papa, don't. I don't want to hear you talk bad about my son. If I want to, I will stay with Luke for this week that I'm here. Do you want that to happen again?"

"No, please, Genevieve. I didn't know you felt that way."

"Who wouldn't feel that way about their child? You know what.. I'm going to sleep," I told him, walking upstairs into my old room.