Watching Emmy react to him, it made him feel like they were together all over again. This was the very same expression she got whenever he had snuck into her house late at night to see her or when he had first offered to go to Europe with her. It was an expression he was all too familiar with – she looked so cute when she was stunned with nothing else left to say. Luke was hoping she did fall for him because he knew nobody could take care of her the way he did. Nobody else would take the time to learn about her like him and nobody else could be the father of his child, of their child. Micah was a blessing in disguise and even though they were young, Luke wanted nothing more than to build a family with her, to prove to her that she didn't need anyone or anything else to be happy. She deserved to be happy and the one person who could make that happen aside from their son was him. He knew they risked getting caught again and he knew that her father wouldn't show him any mercy – he never gave them his stamp of approval, not even when Luke went through hell and back to prove himself, to show that he was the one for his daughter. However, Luke had learned to deal with being on her father's bad side and while he didn't show it much, Emmy knew he loved getting any chance he could to stick it to her old man. The way she lit up as he spoke made his stomach flip, watching the familiar reactions that he had come to love and cherish. He couldn't help but nuzzle into her soft lips when she kissed him on the cheek, his smile brightening even more. Even if her father did find out, he just wanted to be there for her. No matter where he shipped her off too, Luke was going to follow her and his son to the ends of the earth. He wasn't going to let go of his new family, one that he was indebted to take care of no matter what happened. When she grabbed the bear from her, he chuckled and glared at her playfully. “I would hope not,” he teased but when she grabbed his hand next, he gulped. He anticipated the following motion and leaned forward, letting his lips brush against hers, returning her soft, sweet kiss. When it finally broke, he rested his forehead against hers and grinned, cheeks flushing slightly at the heat between them. “Let's...uh. Let's get going, princess,” Luke whispered, one hand slithering down to wrap around hers, squeezing her fingers gently.