i would like to publicly blame @mamirugbee and several others in the hgc for this
julie’s sleeping, and their sweet girl is finally in his hands, and luke has never known love like this.
he sits in the chair next to julie’s bed as she sleeps, knees curled up to his chest, and drags his finger gently over their sleeping baby girl’s cheek where she’s resting on his thighs.
she wrinkles her nose at the contact, just like her mama, and luke laughs quietly to himself.
“you have any idea how loved you are?” he whispers quietly, running a fingertip over his daughter’s eyebrow. “you have any idea how much your mom and i wanted you?”
their daughter, their daughter, yawns and her eyes blearily open. her arms stretch in the blanket julie’s expertly swaddled her in, and luke runs his fingers through the soft curls on her head.
“hi, beautiful,” he whispers, laughing softly. “you’re like your mom. waking up when you know i’m talking about you.”
julie huffs out a sleepy laugh from her bed. “don’t instill bad habits in her already.”
“i would never,” luke replies, glancing over at julie with a grin. he watches her eyes open, just like their daughter’s, and his heart beats triple time in his chest.
julie’s eyes are soft. tired. warm. “hi, honey.”
“hi,” luke answers, voice just as warm. holding their sweet girl up a little, he continues, “look who we made.”
“mm,” julie hums, her arms automatically reaching out for her. “gimme that sweet face.”
luke gets up, shifting their child into julie’s arms. he brushes a kiss against julie’s forehead and whispers, “you alright? pain okay?”
julie nods, looking up to meet luke’s eyes as their girl curls up happily against her chest. “yeah, i’m good. better than before. how long did i sleep?”
“you both got a couple hours,” luke says proudly, leaning against the bed and watching as julie expertly swings their daughter in her arms and starts to adjust the buttons on her hospital gown so she can feed their girl. “can i do anything to help?”
“just be here,” julie answers tiredly, leaning up and grinning when luke immediately bends down to meet her lips in a kiss.
he kisses her again, only pulling back when their daughter snuffles and breathes out a cry.
“the lungs on you, natalia rose,” julie tuts gently, sitting up in bed. “you sound like your dad when he’s crying about his guitar.”
