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Good Intentions ⇼ Luke Hemmings

Thirty.

My stomach is showing more and more each day, which brings me to Mr. Jones’ office to break the news.
“Romina.” He greeted, gesturing to a seat. I shut the door behind me and sat down. “Is this about Luke?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, um, no… Well, I guess it somewhat is. But generally, no.” He set down the file he was reading.
“You have my full attention. What’s going on?” He folded his hands.
“Well… I just had to let you know that I’m expecting. I’m 18 weeks and 4 days, about four months almost five.” Mr. Jones laughed, shaking his head.
“I’m so happy for you two.” He smiled. “Congratulations.”
“Well… W-What about my job? Is it okay? With my school?” He stayed quiet for a few seconds.
“Well, I’m not going to let go the best secretary I’ve ever had.” He complimented. Laughing, Mr. Jones stood up and pulled me into a hug. “I’m so happy for you.”

***

I huddled over the toilet, breathing heavily as I tried to regain my strength.
“Hey.” Luke’s voice came from behind me. “You okay?” He asked, his tone soft.
“No.” I groaned as I sat up, flushing the toilet. “Does it look like I’m okay?” Frowning, Luke helped me up and led me to the couch.
“What’s wrong?” He rubbed my back, trying to soothe me.
“What do you think is wrong?” I snapped. “I can’t eat, Luke! Everything I eat makes me throw up! I can’t fucking eat anything!” I felt like I was about to scream, so I put my head in my hands. “I just want to be normal again.” I sniffled, tears spilling onto my cheeks.

“Hey, it’s just the hormones.” He offered, playing with my hair.
“No, Luke!” I yelled, “It’s not just the hormones! It’s the puking, the not eating, my back hurts! I’m getting fat! Everything makes me sad and angry and excited at the same time! Everything is different now!” I began to sob, only to have Luke pull my body towards his and held me tight. “I’m sorry.” I cried. “I’m sorry.” I repeated.

***

Luke and I held a fishbowl full of crumpled up pieces of paper. One by one, we pulled a piece of paper, deciding on a name. We went through a book, picking names to consider.
“Kayden?” I asked
“No. Kira?”
“No. Lorna?”
“Nope. Anna?”
“Ew. William?”
“No… Samantha?”
“No. Contessa?”
“No… Andrew?”
“No. Esmeralda? Esme for short? I like that.” I spoke, staring at Luke. He nodded.
“Yeah. I love that.” Smiling, he kissed my cheek, setting that paper on the dresser. “Esmeralda Elizabeth Hemmings.” We’d already decided on Elizabeth for a middle name and Patrick.

“James?” He asked, disregarding the female papers.
“No. Daniel?”
“Eh… Brody?” I gasped.
“Oh, Brody Patrick Hemmings. Luke.” He grinned.
“I think we found them.” I pulled his body to mine, kissing him before lying on the bed.

Notes

I'm sorry this is super short but it is all I had time for before the funeral I had to go to.

Comments

@Allie Miller
:)))

ohhhh!!!! getting right on it

@exiiliious
Same. Well, I guess you probaly figured that out from the reference and my profile picture of Gerard Way. XD

@Ana Hemmings'
I love MCR haha

OH MY GOD!! I cried so hard when their son died! I'm not okay(anyone else catch that MCR reference? No? Ok then.)! Please update this!!!