(Sorry about all of the time skips)

October 24, 2014

Today was my eighteenth birthday! I was so excited, and Luke made it even better. I had spent the night at his house the previous night. He made me breakfast in bed, and I loved that so much.

We cuddled in his bed the whole day, watching some shows on his tv. I enjoyed the whole day, even though we didn't do much.

I went home that day, and I took Luke with me. My dad greeted me outside of my house.

"Hey sweetie," he smiled and hugged me, "happy birthday!"

"Hello papa," I smiled, "thank you."

My dad had bought a cake, so we went inside to eat some. Once we had finished, dad put the leftover cake in a container and into the cupboards.

Luke and I walked up to my bedroom. we were up there for a while until we began to make out. One thing led to another, and I ended up naked, lying on my bed.

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The next morning, I walked downstairs to see my dad standing in the kitchen. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. It seemed like he was hiding something.

"What do you want, papa?" I asked.

"What did I hear from your room last night?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" Dammit.

"I heard.. things from your room last night."

"What kind of things?"

"You know what I mean!" He exclaimed, "moans.."

"Papa.." I couldn't think of anything to say.

"Genevieve!" He scolded.

"Papa, I am an adult now!" I told him. It was finally true.

"That title does not give you permission to have sex with your boyfriend. Especially under my roof!"

"I'm sorry, papa. I understand," my head hung in shame. How could he have heard us, though? I thought he told us he would be in the garage..

"You're only eighteen and you're not married. You're grounded," he pointed to my room.

"Papa, I am eighteen! I am an adult now! You cannot ground me!"

"You still live under my roof, so I can ground you and I will!"

"Well maybe I don't live here anymore!" I stopped off, up to my room. I packed a lot of my stuff into bags and walked back downstairs.

"I'm going to live with Luke.." I told my dad as I walked out.

"Je t'aime, papa.." I whispered to him as I walked out with my stuff. I packed all of it into the back of my car and drove off towards Luke's.

"Babe, what are you doing here with so many bags?" Luke asked after he answered the door to me.

"My papa got mad at me and grounded me, but I told him I'm an adult, so I'm moving out. Will it be okay for me to move in with you?" I asked.

"Of course, Genevieve!" He exclaimed, "I'd love for you to live with me."

"Thank you Lukey," I smiled at him and hugged him. I walked in, then unpacked my stuff in the spare room.

That night, I was sitting in the couch when Luke came and sat beside me. He put his arm around me and began to ask some questions.

"Did your dad hear us last night? Was that what your fight was about?" He looked at me, worried as if it was his fault.

"Yes and yes. It's okay, though, baby.. He can't control us. I love you, and he can't change that."

"I love you too, Jen.." He whispered against my neck, kissing it. I smiled, but pushed Luke away. We continued watching the show I was watching.

That night, we told Liz that I would be staying here. She was fine with it, and I was glad. I called my dad to tell him I was fine. He told me he was worried. I didn't understand him sometimes.