Amour - A Luke Hemmings Fanfiction

Chapter 17 - Supermarket

The next day, my birthday, I had to go to the supermarket to get some diapers for Quentin since I hadn't bothered to pack many, knowing I'd be able to get some here. When I walked in, the store wasn't busy at all. I walked towards the aisle with the diapers as my phone began to ring. It was Charlotte. I answered it and began talking to her.

I picked up a few packs of diapers in one hand while holding Quentin's seat carrier in my other hand. I held the phone to my ear with my shoulder.

Charlotte told me about something Èmile had done, and I laughed. I heard footsteps coming towards the aisle I was in.

"Au revoir," I smiled into the phone as Charlotte said it back and hung up. (French; goodbye)

I sat Quentin's seat carrier down on the ground to end the call and put my phone back in my pocket.

I picked Quentin back up and began talking out of the aisle. I saw someone at the end of the aisle, though. Luke.

I tried to walk right past him, but he stopped me. He knew it was me, for sure. He must've heard me speaking French and my laugh, the one thing he always said he'd never forget.

"Genevieve?" He looked at me.

I looked up at him, "hi Luke.." I tried to walk past him, but he stopped me.

"Y-you have a baby?" He wondered, his voice quiet. He didn't want to think I'd been with someone else. I nodded, responding to him.

"Who's is it?"

"L'homme français," I told him, "ce fut une erreur ivre mais je ne pouvais pas être plus heureux." (French; a Frenchman. It was a drunken mistake but I couldn't be happier.)

"Oh," he looked down, "what's his name?"

"Quentin," I answered.

"What about his middle name?"

I paused, "Luke.."

"What?"

"His middle name.. It-it's Luke."

"Oh," he smiled, "thank you."

"Yeah," I looked down at Quentin. What he didn't know, though, is that Quentin had the same last name as well.

"I've missed you."

"I- goodbye, Luke," I began to walk away.

"Wait, Genevieve!" He said as I looked back, "happy birthday."

"Thank you," I smiled slightly, walking up to pay for the diapers.

"I've got this," Luke came up behind me and paid for them.

"You didn't have to do that, you know," I turned to him.

"I wanted to," he told me, paying for his stuff, "I still love you, Genevieve. I've never stopped."

"Me neither," I quietly said before walking out. I think Luke heard me.

As I got Quentin in the backseat, I saw Luke running towards me. I turned to him to ask what he wanted.

"Genevieve, could I please have another chance?" Luke asked.

"I think about it, okay?" I got into my car, then drove off.

When I got back home, I couldn't stop thinking about Luke. Should I give him another chance? I still love him. But can I trust him not to hurt me again? I don't know what I want to do.

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Later that afternoon, I got Quentin's diaper bag ready and got him in his car seat. I began to drive to Luke's house. I needed to talk to him.

When I rang the doorbell at his house, he answered the door and exclaimed, "Genevieve!"

He hugged me, and the boys came running towards the door. They saw Quentin and stopped themselves.

"You have a baby? What's his name?" Michael asked.

"Quentin Luke," I looked down at him in his carrier.

"Awe, that's adorable. Quentin Luke Hemmings," Calum knew. How did he know? Could he tell he was Luke's?

"He's not mine, Calum," Luke told him.

"Are you sure? He looks a hell of a lot like you," he looked at Quentin again.

"How about we go in here and sit down?" I suggested.

After we sat down, Luke looked at me, "is he mine?" I nodded slowly, beginning to cry. Luke brought me into a hug.

"It's okay, Genevieve. You should've told me in the first place."

"I was scared.. I didn't think you'd want a child," I cried. I think it was then that it hit him that he actually had a child.

"As long as it's with you," he kissed my forehead.

"Promise me you won't ever do what you did with Leah," I stood up and looked down at him.

"Did I hear my name?" I heard. Leah..