hey guys, i’m really sorry that it came to this and maybe i was being overdramatic but this was a long time coming anyway. if you want to get in contact with me, please talk to dani, nadya, kacie, or rachel, as they are the best people to talk to about getting in touch with me. you can follow me on twitter (@seaweedbrain320) and send me a DM with your tumblr name for a follow back and wattpad (ashleyirwin320) if you want to see my writing. as for my instagram/snapchat, if you want it, please DM on twitter because it does include my last name and i’d prefer that not to share that on tumblr. i want to thank everyone who stood by me for so many years and again, i’m very sorry but i need to do what’s best for me. thank you and love you all darlings.
A/N: So I was apart of this really cool Secret Santa thing @cliffovevo and @cliffwoes decided to do last month. This piece is for the lovely Emma aka @lukenut who I love very much. I hope she loves it. With that said it’s written in third person with Emma as the MC so keep that in mind while reading it!
Emma I hope you love this!
December 1st meant on thing in the Hemmings house…Christmas. But with three young Hemmings boys Christmas wasn’t what Luke and Emma were used to anymore. Long gone were the days of leisurely decorating the house, making sure every light and piece of holly was secured in the right spot. Now, Christmas ripped through their house like a hurricane in the Atlantic.
“Dad says I get to help him put the lights on the house this year,” Luke Jr, their eldest said.
“Did he now?” Emma asked, glaring at her husband across the table. Usually, decorating the outside of the house meant she was Luke’s right hand women but with a nearly five month old baby growing in her belly, Luke refused her help.
“Don’t worry babe, he’s just going to hold the ladder so I don’t fall off,” Luke said. “You know, like last year.”
She scoffed. “That was your own fault. You’re the one who tangled the light strand to your leg.”
“Mommy, can me and Sam help you decorate?” Oliver, their middle son, asked.
“Of course!”
After breakfast the five of them split up. Luke and his mini me son, excused themselves to the front yard where Luke yelled swears into the air while his son snickered at his father’s failed attempts at stapling the string of lights to the roof. Meanwhile, Oliver and Sam helped Emma hang stockings by the fireplace and wrap garland around the staircase.
After an hour or two of decorating, they all took a break. Emma got the boys settled with hot chocolate and The Santa Clause movie. Meanwhile, Luke busied himself hiding a strand of mistletoe in its first place of the holiday season. It was a tradition, of sorts, for Luke to move the mistletoe every day suckering Emma into kissing him under the worn fake plant.
“Gotcha,” he said, pulling her towards him as she entered the kitchen. His lips hovered over hers, eyes looking up to the ceiling. “Mistletoe,” he whispered, connecting their lips.
The first week of December flew by and on the first Sunday of the month the five Hemmings piled into the car. The boys were bundled in their jackets, mittens pulled over their hands, and hats covering their ears. Luke Junior wasn’t pleased with his attire but Emma dared him to question her authority, dared him to take a piece of clothing off his body and complain the next day of a cold — so he kept himself bundled.
They arrived at the Christmas tree lot just as the sun was setting. The waning light casted breathtaking shadows over yesterday’s snow fall. The boys fell out of the car, Luke Jr. lead the way with his brothers tracking after him. Poor Sam sunk in a particularly deep patch of snow, his wails disrupting the carolers singing at the entrance.
“You’re okay Sam,” she cooed, helping him out of the whole.
Once he was free, Luke hoist him onto his shoulders ducking as he passed the entrance sign so Sam didn’t further hurt himself. He always had been the clumsy one of the bunch. From his spot on his dad’s shoulder, Sam scanned the tops of all the tallest trees while his brothers examined the bottoms of them. Emma followed closely behind them, snapping pictures of the boys as they pushed their way through the aisles of trees until all four of them decided on the perfect tree.
With the tree picked and it secured in the back of Luke’s truck the only thing left to do was go home and decorate it.
Luke got the tree settled in the main room of the house while the boys and their mom worked on getting all the ornaments unwrapped and prepped for the tree. There was a small stack forming of broken ones that needed to go to “mommy’s workshop,” as Sam called it, to get glued back together. The other ornaments laid on the sofa with each of your boys hoarding a smile pile that they wanted to hang up. Luke Jr. had all the Star Wars ones he had collected over the last few years, Oliver had several legos ones, which left Sam with his prized Thomas the Train ornaments. They left Luke and Emma the glass balls and any sentimental ones, her favorite being all the “first Christmas” ornaments with her babies pictures in them.
“Alright, who’s putting the angel on the tree this year?” He grabbed the angel from the sofa, fluffing her dress as he waited for his sons to kill each other over the prized decoration.
“It’s my turn, Oliver did it last year!” Luke Jr said.
“It’s my turn!” Sam shouted, the three year glaring at his older brothers.
“Sam, you’re too small,” Oliver said, patting his head.
“Am not!”
“Boys,” Emma scolded. “Be nice to your brother. You were both three when you hung the angel up for the first time.”
“I win!” Sam said, sticking his tongue out.
“Sam, that’s not nice.”
“Alright Sammy. “ Luke handed Sam the angel before bending down so he could jump on his shoulders. Luke grabbed Sam’s feet, holding him tightly as he stood up. “Put it on the highest branch but make sure it won’t fall over.”
Emma watched from the ground, snapping pictures as Luke approached the tree. Sam’s tongue poked out of the side of his mouth. His eyes squinting in focus as he leaned towards the tree.
”Got it!”
Luke knelt down, putting Sam back on the ground before giving the excited three year old a high five. “Alright, time to finish decorating this thing!”
The next hour was spent stringing lights onto the tree while simultaneously getting tangled in said lights. At one point, the boys managed to wrap a strand of lights around her belly claiming that the unborn bean needed to be a part of the Hemmings’s Christmas traditions too.
Emma snapped pictures of each of the boys hanging their first ornament of the Christmas season on the year. Luke Jr. teetering on the ladder to put his on the highest branch, while Oliver found a branch within his proper reach and Sam hung his on the branch dangling closely to the floor. Once that was done, the quiet and orderly nature of decorating was done. Luke Jr. hogged the ladder from Oliver and Sam so that only his ornaments would be up high. Oliver managed to get all of his ornaments in one small section of the tree leaving a very heavy lego themed section of the tree right in the center for everyone to see. And Sam, well, he tried to hang as many of his Thomas the Train ornaments on one branch which eventually lead to the branch breaking and four trains being added to the “Mommy’s Workshop” pile.
It was an adventure but then again, everything was an adventure with three young boys and a husband who still acted like a kid from time to time.
“Alright kiddos, lights out early tonight,” Luke said, kissing Oliver and Sam goodnight. “We’re getting up early to go take pictures for Santa so you need your beauty sleep!”
“Why?” Sam asked.
“So we can tell Santa what we want for Christmas!” Oliver said, shaking his head.
“That’s right Oli. You get to sit on Santa’s lap and tell him the one thing you really want him to bring you for Christmas.”
“The real Santa?”
“No!” Oliver laughed. “The real Santa is too busy. It’s Santa’s helpers but they’re Santa’s official messengers.”
Luke nodded his head. He said goodnight to the boys once more before shutting off their light. He crossed the hall over to his eldest’s room. Luke Jr. was already tucked into bed, his television turned on to a rerun of a Star Wars movie.
“You better not try to watch that all tonight,” Luke said, taking a seat on his son’s bed. “We’re all getting up early to go to visit Santa before the crowds start.”
“Why do we have to go? It’s not like its the real Santa.” Luke Jr. glanced at his dad, rolling his eyes before focusing his attention back to the television.
“No, but if you don’t tell Santa’s helpers then Santa won’t know what to get you. And you’d be really sad if you woke up Christmas morning with no gifts under the tree.” Luke Jr. stayed quiet. Luke knew he was contemplating something at the sight of his son’s brows furrowing together. Luke grabbed the remote, pausing the movie so he’d have Luke’s full attention. “What’s wrong buddy?”
“Is Santa real?”
Luke heart sank at his namesake’s question. Wasn’t ten to young to be questioning Santa? Didn’t he have at least a few more solid years of pretending to be Santa? Of watching their faces in amazement as they opened their gifts Christmas morning? Ten couldn’t be the end of it all. How else was he supposed to threaten the boys if he couldn’t use the “Santa’s always watching” excuse?
Luke had two options. He could tell Luke Jr. the truth, killing his Christmas spirit and risk getting a lecture from you for ruining Christmas. Or, he could lie to him. And while Luke hated lying especially to his kids, lying about Santa always seemed like the right parenting decision to make.
“Of course Santa is real!” Luke said, his head nodding in affirmation. “Why would you think he’s not?” If he was going to lie, he needed to have a convincing argument and that started with learning his son’s confusion on the subject.
“D’know,” Luke Jr. said, rubbing his eyes. Luke knew he wasn’t tired though, he always rubbed his eyes when he didn’t want to talk about something.
“Come on Lu.”
“Fine,” he sighed. “Mitchell said that anyone who still believes in Santa is stupid. He said that his older brother told him that Santa wasn’t real and it’s all a hoax so parents buy their kids more presents.”
“I know Mitchell is your friend but he’s not the smartest boy. I’m sure his brother was just messing with him,” Luke said, trying his best to reassure his son’s beliefs. “But if you still don’t believe, why don’t you ask Santa for something really special and see if you get it on Christmas morning. Something mom and I would never get you!”
Luke Jr. eyed his dad cautiously. Once again his brows furrowed together as he contemplated his dad’s proposition. Finally, he cracked a smile. “Alright, but I’m not tell you what I’m asking for.”
“Alright,” Luke chuckled before pulling the blanket over his son’s body. “Now get some sleep. We’ve got a big day with Santa tomorrow.”
He shut the light off, exiting the room. He checked on the other two boys before he walked down the dark hallway in the direction of the master bedroom. Emma was sitting on the bed, a stack of pillows supporting her already aching back with a book in her hand. She was wearing one of Luke’s shirt — one she made him buy in a bigger size so she could continue to wear his clothes as their baby grew.
“What took you so long?” she asked, putting the book down.
Luke made his way over to her, opting to sit on her side of the bed instead of his own. He attempted to straddle her lap but instead wound up laying across her feet, his large body not fitting on the bed.
“Our eldest is having doubts about Santa but the best dad in the world fixed it.”
“Best dad in the world?”
Luke hummed. “Don’t act like you don’t agree. I told him to ask mall Santa for something he knows we won’t ever buy him and if he gets it on Christmas that means Santa is real.”
She rolled her eyes, wiggling her feet free from Luke’s weight. “You realize that’s a recipe for disaster. Now, not only do we have to figure out what he said we also have to hope its something reasonable and not like a car or something.”
“Emz, he’s ten. I’m sure his request will be reasonable.” Luke crawled to his side of the bed, pulling himself up so that he was seated like her.
“It better be or else we’re going to have a very grumpy ten year old on Christmas day.”
“On the bright side, you already know what I want for Christmas.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
Luke smirked before belting out the first verse of “All I Want For Christmas Is You,” holding the “you” for what seemed like an eternity. Emma laughed at his silliness but encouraged him to continue singing — after all, it was her favorite Christmas song. Luke jumped off the bed, launching into the next part of the song while tugging her out of bed. As he sang, the two of them danced around their bedroom. He swayed, twirled, and even managed to successfully dip her all while serenading her. And when it was done, he escorted her back into bed.
“You’re so cheesy,” she said, pecking his lips as a “thank you.”
“It’s a good thing you love cheesy then,” he teased, capturing her lips in a real kiss. It didn’t take long for the kiss to get heated and before he knew it the both of them were breathless, foreheads touching as they looked into each other’s eyes. “How did I get so lucky?”
“Alright cheeseball, you already have another baby in me. You can cut it out.”
Luke pouted, his blue eyes looking at her with the utmost admiration. The same look he gave her on their wedding day all this years ago as she walked down the aisle. “Can’t a husband just admire his beautiful wife without her thinking he has an ulterior motive?”
“No.”
“Well then!” Luke said, poking her sides causing her to squirm. Emma couldn’t help but laugh but Luke placed a hand over her mouth to quiet her laughter. “Ssh, you’ll wake the kids.”
“The last time you said that to me this happened,” she said, gesturing to her bump.
“Oh stop,” Luke said, dropping his hand to run circles on her bump. “You know you wanted it too.”
“I did,” she smiled, placing her hand over his. “Our family will be complete after our little love gets here.”
“The perfect little family,” Luke whispers, kissing her bump.
The moment was sweet, Emma’s heart swelling with love as she watched how tender he was with her. Luke thought he was the lucky one but really it was her who was lucky. To this day she had no idea how she landed the perfect man that was Luke Hemmings.
“Hey,” she whispered, nudging Luke who was already drifting to sleep. “All I want for Christmas is you too.”
“So…does that mean I should return what I already got you?”
She laughed, turning over to face him. “I mean, I wouldn’t object to more than one gift.”
“Didn’t think so.” He smiled, pecking her lips once more. “Goodnight angel.”
“Goodnight Lu.”
True to his word, Luke and Emma took the boys to the mall the next morning.
Thankfully it wasn’t too crowded and none of the boys were rushed in their conversations with Santa. From her spot behind the camera, Emma heard Sam rattle off his whole Christmas list but he made sure to emphasize how much he wanted a Thomas the Train set. She looked at Luke with a smile and he returned the favor with a thumbs up. The train set was one of the first things the two of them had bought this holiday season knowing it would probably sell out.
Oliver was next making small talk with santa before kindly asking for a MineCraft lego set he had been begging Luke and her to buy him for a few months. Luke nudged her hip with his, beaming at her. He stepped closer before he cupped his hands by her ear to whisper to you.
“Two down one to go.”
Lastly, was Luke Jr who was standing off to the side as his two younger brothers soaked up their time with the legend that was Santa Claus. When it was his turn he approached the chair, walking right in front of him before turning his back to the camera. Just as he was about to speak a baby in line behind them started crying, the noise piercing Emma’s ears, distracting her from listening to what their eldest asked for.
“What did he say?” she whispered.
“I have no idea,” Luke said, eyes wide in fear.
“Of course we miss the one kid who’s gift we still might not even have.” She rolled your eyes in disgust but quickly wiped the expression from her face.
The photographer positioned the boys and snapped the picture before pushing Luke and her into the frame. After the flash went off, Santa handed the boys their Christmas coloring books before all of then were ushered out of the area. Luke managed to distract the boys enough for her to pick out the picture and frame in peace and then it was over.
Another tradition completed as a family of five.
They spent the rest of the day watching Christmas movies with the boys. It was an afternoon full of laughter and some arguments over who had the best taste in Christmas movies. When it was all over the living room had been transformed into a mess of blankets and popcorn kernels with three young boys yawning in exhaustion.
“Time for bed!”
Emma followed the boys up to their rooms, tucking them into bed leaving Luke the responsibility of cleaning up the mess. A mess he was responsible for after a popcorn flight broke out while she was in the bathroom. Thankfully when she returned downstairs the living room was picked up and Luke was waiting for her with a cup of tea in hand.
“Ready to wrap angel?” he asked, before placing a kiss on her temple.
“I hate wrapping,” she groaned into his chest.
“Me too. I’m more into the unwrapping,” he said with a devilish grin, sneaking his hands under the hem of her shirt. Without warning he picked her up bridal style, carrying her up the stairs and into the spare room of the house.
The spare room was currently a mess of blanket covered mounds of toys and wrapping paper rolls. There was a small table in the center with two chairs on either side. Tape dispensers and a multicolored bows laid in a jumped mess. Luke placed Emma in her chair before collapsing in his own seat across from you. Each of them grabbed a gift from the floor and began wrapping it in the appropriate wrapping paper.
“How are we going to wrap next year when this is the new babies room?” Luke asked.
She shrugged, focusing your attention on getting the corners of your wrapping person. She always hated wrapping the ends of a package because it never came out pretty like all the gifts looked in the store. “I think we should be more concerned about what we’re doing about Luke this year.”
“You know he wants a dog right,” Luke said, nonchalantly.
“Yes,” she said. She finished wrapping the gift she was working on before glaring at Luke. “This is all your fault you know. You just had to tell him to wish for something we would never get him.”
“What else was I supposed to do?” Luke defended. “He’s too young not to believe in Santa!”
“I know, I know,” she sighed. “But we already have three boys to feed and possibly a fourth on the way. Do we really need to add a dog to the mix?”
“Think of how cute it would be though,” Luke said. He tossed his gift into the finished pile before fishing out his phone from his pocket. Emma watched as he swiped through something before turning the phone around to show her a picture of a dog at the shelter. “Don’t you think this little pup would be the perfect addition to our family?”
Emma had to admit the dog was cute. It looked like a dachshund with a hint of something else in it giving the traditional weening dog look but with an interesting patched coat. The dog was smiling at the camera, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth like Luke Jr did when he was playing video games.
“Please tell me you didn’t go to the shelter on the way to pick up dinner.” Luke smiled, shrugging his shoulders in defeat. “That’s why you were half an hour late. I should have known.” Her head collapsed into her hands, her fingers massaging her temples.
“Angel,” Luke cooed, reaching his hand across the table to hold hers. “I know it’s overwhelming but its what he wants. The guy at the pound said he’s easy to manage and he’s a happy dog. He’s not a puppy either so he won’t wet in the house or anything.”
“Lu,” she said, shaking her head. “You already bought it didn’t you?”
“He’s at Calum’s house now. I had to adopt him tonight or else he might not have been there in the morning.”
“You’ve only seen him once!”
“Actually, I’ve been eyeing this dog for a couple weeks now. I go visit him on my way home from work. He’s the sweetest thing Emma. He curls into my lap whenever I pick him up and he hardly ever barks. He loves to play too, the boys’ll love him!”
She took the phone from his hands, swiping left to see a picture of the weenie dog curled up into Luke’s lap. It really was the cutest thing she’d ever seen — well, next to Luke holding her own children of course. “He is cute,” she admitted.
“So you’re not mad?”
Emma huffed. “No, I’m not mad. Luke’ll love him. You better make sure Calum knows its not his though. He’s been wanting a dog for ages.”
Luke laughed, “he knows. He said he’ll doggy sit whenever we need him though. And if for some reason it doesn’t work out at least we know Calum will take the dog no questions asked.”
“Don’t tell Calum that,” she teased.
“This is going to be the best Christmas ever,” Luke said. He stood up from his seat, walking over to where she was and pulled her up and into a kiss.
“I hope so.”
Christmas morning came faster than Luke and Emma could have expected. After getting the boys to bed they had a busy night of playing Santa. Neither of them realized how much stuff they had actually gotten until it was all laid out in piles underneath the Christmas tree — or at least half under the Christmas tree.
After the presents were set, Luke left Emma in bed and left to go rescue their new dog from Calum’s house. When he finally returned home at three in the morning, he got the weenie dog settled in the garage before indulging on Santa’s cookies.
“It’s Christmas!” Sam shouted, jumping on the bed. The motions were repeated as Oliver and Luke trickled into the room.
“Good morning my handsome boys,” Emma said, kissing each one of them.
Luke groaned looking at the clock to his right. “You guys really out did yourself this year,” he teased. “It’s only six in the morning.”
“I’ve been up since 5” Oliver gloated.
“You better not have peaked,” she said, poking his sides.
“No, but I will if you don’t hurry up!”
Emma managed to keep the boys entertained upstairs while Luke went downstairs to make sure everything was in tact. Once he was ready, she joined him in the living room before the boys came barreling down the stairs. Each of them found the wrapping paper that corresponded to their latest interest and collapsed next to the pile.
And then it was chaos.
By 6:40 everything had been unwrapped and a giant mound of wrapping paper sat in the middle of the floor almost as tall as the Christmas tree. All three boys examined their lot, figuring out what they wanted to open first.
“Hey Lu, I think there’s something for you back here,” she said, hanging Luke a note. She busied herself picking up the trash all the while side eyeing Luke as he read the note.
“It’s from Santa!” Luke said.
“Santa!” Sam shouted, tackling Luke to the floor.
“What’s it say?” Oliver asked.
“It says, Luke your present wasn’t fit to be under the tree. Check the garage.”
All three boys took off running before Luke and Emma could get in front of them. Luckily, they weren’t too far ahead and they managed to at least hear their reaction to the weenie dog sleeping in the garage.
“What is it?” Luke asked. He had his arm wrapped around her shoulders, his face buried in the crook of her neck to hide his smile.
“A dog!” Luke shouted, scooping the pup into his arms. The weenie dog was shocked at first but began licking his face making Luke giggle.
“Did you really ask Santa for a dog?” she asked, crossing her arms.
“Well, you weren’t going to get me one. I had to take matters in to my own hands,” Luke smiled. “Right dad?”
“That’s right buddy.”
After the commotion of the morning and the arguments over what to name the newest addition to the family died down, Christmas really began. Luke spent most of the afternoon bonding with his new pup who was just as excited to have a human as Luke was about having a dog. Oliver managed to build half of his lego set before Sam drove his remote control train into the side of the building. And once that situation was defused, Emma tore Luke away from the boys so you could give him his real Christmas gift.
“I have one other gift for you,” she said.
“Emz,” he whined. “I told you I didn’t want anything and you already bought me so much!”
“Don’t worry,” she tisked, handing him the small box. “It’s not really for you.”
Luke furrowed his brows, untying the ribbon before ripping the paper off. He tossed it to the floor absentmindedly and it was in that moment that Emma realized where her boys had gotten their crazed gift opening habits from. He undid the tissue paper revealing a small onesie, the words “Daddy’s Little Princess” embroidered on the front of it.
“Oh my god,” Luke whispered, eyes welling with tears. “Really?”
You nodded your head. “They told me two weeks ago when I went for my check up. Don’t be mad at me though, I wanted to surprise you.”
“I could never be mad at you angel,” he said, pulling her close to him. “Our own little girl. I can’t wait to spoil her rotten.”
“It’s official,” she whispered. “This really is the best Christmas ever.”
Dani!! Omg okay so this year I'm going as bellatrix and I have this really puffy black skirt that has lace all around it and a pretty top with even MORE LACE and I'm curling my hair and it's just gonna be really awesome I feel. Honestly like I feel you and Michael would be the cutest ever and I feel you'd definitely be the type to coordinate your costumes so if you went as like Ariel, he'd go as Prince Eric of course. Ahhh it would be adorable ☺️☺️☺️
OMG you’re going to look AMAZING! michael would make such a great prince eric
Ship:
Calum | Ashton | Luke | Michael
Most likely too…
Carves the pumpkin: You | Him
Gets scared and clings the other in a haunted house: You | Him
Wants to go trick-or-treating You | him
Spends all of October trying to scare the other: You | Him
Want to watch Disney Halloween Classics You | Him
Bonus Costume: Since you’re going as Bellatrix, Michael would want to be something that matches yours and he’d end up being Voldemort lol
cliffwoes replied to your post “If the 5sos boys were the Mystery Gang who would each boy be?”
Dani I think about this too much....Ashton would be Fred, Calum would honestly probably be Daphne just because she's always with Fred, Michael would be Shaggy, and Luke would be Velma cause he's like super intellectual when he wants to be.
I agree with Ashton and Calum..though i think Calum could be Velam too? I keep going back and forth on weather Michael or Luke would be Shaffy
Ah this is so hard! Take A Breath Jonas Brothers, Outer Space/Carry On 5sos, Missing You All Time Low, Jean Jacket The Summer Set, I Miss You blink 182, If I could fly One Direction, Iris Goo Goo Dolls, Miserable At Best Mayday Parade, This Town Niall Horan, Who I am Nick Jonas
51. how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?
What do you mean Santa’s not real?! (Idk I think I kind of knew early on but I didn’t want to believe it so I just didn’t? lol)
