note; after Luke’s live stream made me extremely soft last night I had to write something about it🥺
summary; Luke and Calum’s live stream has another special guest - a sleepy baby girl who helps Luke play piano.
“What’s up, guys?”
Luke spoke into his phone, watching as the viewer count on the live stream increased as people started watching. He tried to keep his voice as low as he could, aware of the sleeping baby at the other side of the room. It had been a quiet evening in; Luke was on baby duty whilst you had some time to yourself.
“I gotta be a bit quiet guys, we have a sleeping baby over here.” He chuckled, flipping the camera momentarily as he glanced into the crib where Willow was fast asleep. “I wanted to play you some songs so, we’ll see how that goes.”
It wasn’t long before Calum had joined the live, occasionally chiming in with Luke’s jokes and answering questions from fans. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Petunia had moved from the sofa and was lingering around Willow’s crib, nudging the side with her nose.
“Hey, Piggy.” Luke quietly whistled for her, not wanting her to wake Willow up. Although, what he hadn’t noticed was that she was already awake, and stirring in her crib. “How do you always know she’s awake before I do?”
He set his phone down and stood up from the sofa, noticing how she was reaching out for him in her crib, whining for his attention. He stroked her cheek to soothe her before picking her up and holding her to his chest. She instantly cuddled into him, always one for snuggles as soon as she woke up.
“Hello, sleepy head.” He murmured, wrapping her blanket around her so she wouldn’t get cold. “Did you have a good nap? Do you want to talk to Uncle Cal?”
She rubbed her eyes and cuddled into his body, still waking up as she whined softly into his neck. He grabbed her pacifier from her crib and kissed her forehead before settling back on the sofa, Petunia following close behind.
“Well, look who it is!” Calum smiled as Willow came into view, yawning as Luke held the phone a little closer to her. “Hi, darling.”
“She’s so sleepy.” He chuckled, rubbing her back as she rested her head in his neck. It was times like this that he loved; where she was soft and content to be cuddled. He knew it wouldn’t last forever, so he appreciated every moment he got with her. “Shall we show Uncle Cal how you can play the piano?”
He sat down on the piano bench and settled her in his lap, letting her reach out and touch the keys with her little hands. Her sleepy face lit up as she smacked the keys softly, before looking up at Luke to see if he was watching.
“I think we may have found your replacement, Luke.” Calum teased, the smile on his face not faltering as he watched Luke and Willow together.
“That’s my girl.” Luke took her much smaller hands in his and she let him take the lead, starting to play Wherever You Are slowly, at a fan’s request.
She let him play a little longer before she started to get fussy, whining and trying to cuddle into him as he realised she needed feeding.
“I know, bubs, it’s dinner time.” He murmured to her, scooping her up in his arms and resting her on his hip. He took her hand in his once more, attempting to wave at the camera to say goodbye. “Okay guys, gonna have to end it here. Thanks for tuning in! See you later.”
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The moment that Luke and you find out that you're not having one baby, but twins. Maybe she finally realizes that's why her stomach's bigger than previous pregnancies. Luke is beyond shocked but completely happy.
“I’ve missed seeing you like this.”
Luke’s quiet words broke the comfortable silence in the room as the two of you went about your nightly routines. Both Poppy and Grayson were in bed, finally asleep after Luke had read their favourite stories to them, several times. He’d allowed you the quiet time for some self care; you’d taken a bath, put on a face mask, and now you were moisturising whilst Luke brushed his teeth and got ready for bed.
“Like what?” You replied, a curious smile on your face as your gaze caught your husbands, his soft eyes filled with love and awe.
“Pregnant.” He stated simply, moving to sit next to you on the edge of the bed and wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you into him gently. He kissed your temple, something he did many times a day, so nonchalantly that it was almost like a reflex. But it made your heart melt the same way, every time he did. “I don’t know if it’s just because it’s the third time around, or because we’re so busy with the kiddos that it’s going faster, but your bump seems to have grown out of nowhere.”
“I was kinda thinking the same thing, Lu.” You furrowed your eyebrows, your hands gently resting on either side of your ever growing bump, Luke moving to rest his on top. You were around 12 weeks pregnant - your scan was tomorrow, and you couldn’t help but notice that your bump did seem much larger at this stage than it had with Grayson or Poppy.
“I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about, babe.” He reassured you, watching as your slightly concerned expression didn’t lessen as you gazed at your bump. “Maybe our timings are just a little off, or they’re just bigger this time. But we’ll find out tomorrow, yeah?”
You nodded and let him help you back into bed, settling against the fluffy pillows and letting the duvet settle just underneath your bump, so you could admire it. There hadn’t been proper kicks yet - just squirms and slight movements, which you and Luke would sit and admire whenever you got a quiet moment. You didn’t know when your last pregnancy would be - so you wanted to appreciate every moment that you could.
Your heart warmed as Luke fell asleep with his head on your chest, a large hand resting on your bump. His soft breath tickled your skin as he slept peacefully, your fingers running through the messy curls upon his head. “Good night, Lu.”
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“Sorry about the wait.” The nurse politely introduced herself as she entered the room, you already set up for the scan on the always uncomfortable hospital bed. She shook both yours and Luke’s hand, before taking her spot next to your bed. Your hand quickly returned to Luke’s, linking your fingers with his as he gave you a reassuring squeeze. “Lets get started and see your baby, shall we?”
“Please.” You replied, taking a deep breathe as the nurse grabbed the necessary equipment and turned on the scanning machine.
“Sorry if this is a bit cold. You’ll be used to it by now though, won’t you? Is this baby number three?” She asked, making you smile as you thought about Grayson and Poppy.
“Yeah, number three.” You took the opportunity to bring up your concerns from the night before, just wanting to get it off of your chest before she began. “I was going to ask you whether it’s normal that my bump seems quite a bit bigger this time? We weren’t sure if we got our timings right.”
“Maybe, love. I’ll do some measurements and make sure the dates line up. Nothing to worry about, I’m sure.” She reassured you with a soft smile, as Luke lifted your intwined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to your forehead to remind you that he was there.
You couldn’t take your eyes away from the nurses face as she smoothed the wand over your bump, spreading the gel around as she waited for the baby to appear on the screen. You noticed as she furrowed her eyebrows at the machine, making your heart race as you clung onto Luke’s hand a little tighter.
“Oh my.” She gasped, making your breath hitch in your throat as you tried to ask what was wrong. Luke had also got a little more nervous, which he tried not to show on his face - he wanted to be the strong one. But he hadn’t seen a nurse make that expression at one of their scans before, and he’d be lying if he wasn’t a little scared. “Well, I think this explains why your bump appears bigger this time. You’re carrying twins.”
A sense of relief washed over the the two of you, knowing that wasn’t bad news - there was nothing wrong - there was just two of them. Two babies. At the same time, as well as having two other children.
“Twins? Are you sure?” Luke’s voice increased in pitch as he asked the doctor, not able to close his mouth in shock at what she had said. “Two babies?”
“I know this is a lot to take in.” The nurse chuckled at your reactions, not unusual when from she had told other parents the same news. “But they both seem perfectly healthy, although we’ll need another appointment to discuss this further, as twin pregnancies can be a little different. There’s nothing to worry about, though. Congratulations.”
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“Two babies.” Luke kept repeating, as he pulled the car into the drive of your beautiful home. The two of you hadn’t exhanged many words since the doctors - you were trying to process it, and just didn’t know what to say. “Two newborns, at the same time.”
“I know, Lu.” You laughed, still trying to process what had happened into the doctors office. “I don’t know why you’re so worried, though. It’s not you who has to carry them around for the next 6 months.”
He gave you a sympathetic and loving smile, taking one hand off of the wheel to rest on your knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze. You noticed how the smile hadn’t faded from his face since leaving the scan, knowing that seeing your babies always brought him more happiness than he could explain. “I know, baby. But you know I’ll be there every step of the way. It just means we get an extra baby to love.”
You would be lying if you said you weren’t a little terrified - pregnancy was a challenge with only one baby, never mind two. But the thought of having two new little babies with Luke’s nose and curls made your heart melt, and as long as you had him by your side, everything would be okay.
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Another New Addition // Hemmings Family of Eight AU
@babe-babylon: We have to discuss the hemmings babies and luke adopting petunia! She the real baby here:(
As though the Hemmings family wasn’t already chaotic enough, with six children under the age of 13, you and Luke had decided that it was time to add a fluffy addition to the mix. Luke had grown up with a dog, and he missed having one around - you were almost sure that he had pestered you for a furry friend more than the children had.
So you were outnumbered. All five children (Theo hadn’t even said his first word yet, but Luke was sure he’d tell you that he wanted a dog too, if he could) as well as your husband had made it too hard to say no to, leaving you with no other option. You found a local shelter with rescued dogs that needed new homes - it was important to the two of you that you adopted a dog that needed a caring and loving home, because that was exactly what you had.
You were a little nervous about how Theo, and maybe Willow, would react. Being under a year old, Theo hadn’t been around many dogs, and his angelic blue eyes seemed apprehensive as Luke scooped him out of the car seat and into his arms, retrieving the pacifier that had been left behind and slipping it between his lips, as an added comfort. The barking was an unfamiliar sound to him, and he clutched onto his dad’s shoulder cautiously, looking for reassurance.
It was never going to be easy to choose. Seeing so many adorable dogs that needed loving homes just made you want to take each and every one of them with you. Luke was pretty sure he’d heard you say, “Lu, we need this one!” at least ten times, and he realised you’d be there for a long time.
“Babe, come here.” You heard Luke’s voice gesture you over to where he was crouched down, Theo on his hip. His little hand was gripping the edge of Luke’s T-shirt, as he watched his dad smooshing the face of a rather large pitbull, who was very happy to have his attention. She was so sweet - it looked like she was smiling at Luke and Theo, and she seemed so gentle, which is exactly what you needed with a house full of children. You noticed the name tag above her bed, which read ‘Petunia.’ “We need her. Look how sweet she is.”
You instantly fell in love. The three of you spent a little more time getting to know her and giving her more attention, which she was perfectly content with. No words needed to be said - you and Luke silently agreed that she would be the dog for you. So after telling the owners and signing all the necessary papers, it was done - Petunia was yours. She was happy to settle in her bed in the back of your car, Theo’s eyes curiously wandering over to her every so often. You’d decided to sit in between the two of them for the journey home, making sure that Petunia stayed settled in her bed whilst Luke drove the four of you home. She was content to lay across the seat with her squishy cheeks smooshed against your thigh.
You’d managed to get home before the kids finished school, giving you enough time to start to get Petunia settled in, before she’d have five children jumping all over her. Luke knew he’d need to warn them before they were allowed to play with them - especially the twins, who could be boisterous at times. The children had never had a dog of their own, so they were bound to be excited, especially after begging you for one for so long.
“I’m gonna go pick the kids up, babe. You’ll be okay here with her, won’t you?” Luke asked, unable to resist the soft puppy eyes looking up at him and having to reach down to scratch her ears, a chuckle pulled from his lips as his attention was completely diverted from the question he had asked you.
“I’m sure we’ll be just fine, Luke. Make sure to warn the kids to be gentle though, we don’t want to overwhelm her.” You replied, and with an understanding nod and a goodbye kiss to your lips, left the house to collect the rest of the family.
//
“Okay kiddos. Remember what we talked about in the car, okay?” Luke reiterated to all five children, mainly Oscar and Arlo, who hadn’t stopped squealing excitedly since they heard the news. Willow had reached a little similarly to Theo - holding out her arms as a gesture for Luke to carry her into the house, and not letting him put her down, even when they made it through the door. Luke had tried his best to warn the children in his firmest voice (which definitely wasn’t very firm at all when it came to his children - as much as he tried) to be gentle and that they ‘were not allowed to ride her,’ which had been Oscar’s first question.
“Doggy!” You heard Arlo’s sweet voice call out, as four of your children (Willow was still anxiously attached to Luke’s hip) bounded through the door, making their way over to where Petunia was plonked next to you on the couch. Theo was settled in your lap after a feed, which you had planned, wanting him to warm up the new addition, who was much larger than him. She looked up in surprise, her tail wagging at the sudden increase in attention that she was getting.
“Hi, loves!” You greeted them, watching all five faces light up as they met Petunia for the first time.
“This is Petunia. We have to be nice to her, okay? It’s her first time in her new home, and we want her to be happy here.” Luke told the kids, greeting you and Theo with a kiss as Willow still clung to the front of his tshirt.
“Hi ‘Tunia.” Arlo murmured at the happy dog sat in front of him, as he patted her head softly. You were less worried about overwhelming her now - she seemed happy with all of the attention she was receiving. Grayson and Poppy had taken to stroking her back wherever they could reach, whilst Oscar and Arlo were taking in her smooshy facial features.
“It looks like she’s smiling.” Poppy noticed, moving to scratch behind Petunia’s ears. “I love her!”
“Are you sure you don’t want to say hi, Willow?” Luke asked his youngest daughter, who was still shyly hiding against his neck, and showing minimal interest in their new pet. She wasn’t usually as shy as this, and he didn’t understand why she was so apprehensive about Petunia, although he knew she hadn’t spent much time around dogs before, and she was quite large. “We can all do it together.”
She nodded slightly against his neck, not resisting as Luke crouched down in front of Petunia and reached his hand out to squish her cheeks softly, Willow following in his footsteps as she tapped her head softly. It brought a smile to Willow’s lips, making Luke’s heart melt as he saw her apprehension lessen a little. “Good job, baby!”
And as if the six children that surrounded the two of you didn’t already make your chaotic family feel complete, Petunia definitely did. But you knew, no matter what or who joined your family, you and Luke, and your six children, would always have more love to give.
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Okay but 🥺 little one crying cus she misses lu when he’s on tour 🥺🥺
(this is quite an old ask but i’m gonna answer it in relation to my Hemmings Family of Eight AU! I hope that’s okay♥️)
“Willow? What are you doing, love?”
It was late. You’d put her to bed at least four hours ago, after the six of you had FaceTimed Luke before bedtime. It had become the highlight of their days since their dad left for a month, struggling to adjust without him there. He couldn’t stand to be away for any longer - a month already felt too long, especially with you being in the early stages of your sixth pregnancy. But this was the best way that their schedule could be worked out, and it wouldn’t last forever.
“Cuddles, mama?” She requested softly, reaching her hands out towards you. It was unlike her to wake up in the middle of the night, usually one to sleep through until the morning. But since Luke had been gone, it had become more of a regular occurance.
“Come here.” You moved over a little, helping her to climb into the giant bed. She immediately settled into your embrace, her head resting on your chest. “What’s wrong, baby girl? It’s not time to wake up yet.”
“I miss Daddy.” She mumbled sadly into your skin, your heart aching a little as you listened to her sad voice. You kissed her forehead and ran your fingers through her silky curls, the texture familiar to that of your husbands.
“I know you do, love.” You cooed, pulling her in closer to your body. “Shall we call him? We have to be very quiet though. We don’t want to wake any of your brothers and sisters up, do we?”
You knew you shouldn’t really be letting her talk to him without the other children there - it was a little unfair on them. But they were older and had experienced Luke being on tour before. This was the first tour where Willow was more aware of what was going on, so it was a little rougher on her than the others.
“Is the baby sleeping, mama?” She enquired curiously, her little hand reaching down to the small baby bump forming between your hips. You smiled at her sweet question, loving how inquisitive she was - especially towards the new baby in your stomach.
“I think so, sweet pea. They’re moving around a little, but they usually sleep when mama sleeps.”
You grabbed your phone from the bedside table, where you had left it on charge after sending Luke a good night text. The photo of him napping in bed surrounded by all five of your children lit up your screen, your heart warming at the sight. Willow’s tired eyes lit up at the idea of speaking to Luke, and she waited patiently as you pressed the FaceTime button on his contact.
He answered quicker than you were expecting, which you were grateful for. He was sat in his hotel room alone - you could hear the TV in the background. He looked confused, after realising that it was the middle of the night where you were. You flicked the lamp on your bedside table on, so he could see you.
“Hey, baby. It’s so late where you are, are you okay? Is the baby okay?” Luke’s groggy voice pondered, your heart melting at seeing him in his relaxed state, his natural curls a mess on his head.
“Hi, Lu. Someone wanted to say hello.” You replied, turning the phone towards Willow’s sleepy face, who suddenly went shy.
“Look who it is! What are you doing up so late, sweetheart? You’re meant to be asleep.” Luke wondered, his heart melting as his youngest daughter all sleepy and soft, her head settled on your shoulder.
“I miss you Daddy.” She murmured, sticking her thumb in her mouth as she spoke, her usual self comforting technique. Luke’s stomach dropped, knowing she was finding it hard without him there. All he wanted to do was rock her to sleep and promise that he’d be there in the morning, but he couldn’t.
“Aww, Willow, I miss you too.” Luke assured her, his arms aching through the phone to pull her into his arms. “I miss you so much. Have you been having fun with Mumma? What have you been doing?”
He’d had this conversation with all five of the children several hours earlier, but now he only had Willow to speak to, he could focus all of his attention onto her. He loved hearing her babble, and tell stories that made no sense to anyone but her - especially when she was half asleep.
You jolted a little when you felt the soft kicks of the baby beneath the stretched skin of your stomach, clearly waking up at Luke’s voice. Willow gasped softly, her hands going straight to your bump.
“Daddy! The baby is awake.” She exclaimed, cutting off whatever he was saying. He melted at the excitement and wonder in her voice, watching as you moved the phone to position the camera on your stomach.
“They must’ve been listening to you talk, sweet pea. They know when their big sister is around.” Luke suggested to her, a soft but sad smile growing on his face as he watched the sweet scene on the screen in front of him. “I think it’s about time you got some sleep, Willow.”
“Wanna talk to you, Daddy.” She murmured sleepily, her sad eyes already drooping as she settled in your arms again.
“I know, sweetheart. I promise we can talk more tomorrow, okay? I’ll stay here until you fall asleep with Mumma.” He promised her, feeling the tears burning the back of his eyes at her sad face. He didn’t really want her to go to sleep - he could’ve stayed up all night talking to her. But his practical Dad brain took over, and knowing it was so late, she needed to sleep. The last thing you needed tomorrow was a sleep deprived Willow. “Goodnight, baby girl. I love you so much.”
You ran a hand through her soft curls, knowing it would always make her fall asleep faster. Luke kept talking to her as her eyes struggled to stay open, his heart aching at the sight. He just wanted to be there with the two (well, technically three) of you. It wasn’t long before her breathing evened out and she was fully asleep again.
“I’ll let you go to bed, baby. Call you tomorrow. I love you.” He whispered, watching as your eyes were closing more frequently, too. “Good night, my love.”
“Goodnight, Lu.”
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Would you be interested in doing a part 2 to the penguin blurb? Like maybe the penguin is lost for a while and the baby is freaking out and is sad. I love your writing!
Continuation of this blurb! I loved writing this so much, thank you for requesting part two! And thank you love 💕💕
In the last few months of your pregnancy, Luke spent more time than he probably should have in the nursery, just looking around, and making the newly decorated room feel more like it belonged in the house. The penguin sat in the crib made it feel more homely - he had basically become a part of your family at this rate, and the thought of your baby cuddling him as they slept melted his heart. He’d also taken to naming the penguin - Percy, he was called, because in his words “Percy penguin sounds cool, babe.”
So when baby Hemmings finally came along, a tiny baby girl with blonde curls and her dad’s nose, she was introduced to her new best friend in the hospital room. Little did you know, when you packed your hospital bag, Luke had snuck him into there, thinking for some reason that it would help to calm him down. With a soft voice, one arm supporting the brand new baby and the other holding the penguin in his hand, he told her “this is your first best friend, bubs.”
And when you finally took baby home, the penguin slept in the moses basket next to your bed, cuddled up to your baby girl. They really did become best friends - as baby girl grew up to being a toddler, penguin went everywhere with her, held in her chubby hands. It almost became stressful - she wouldn’t settle anywhere or sleep without him, whether it was in her pushchair, in the bath, or in bed. So that’s why, it caused such a drama, when he couldn’t be found.
“Dada, Percy?” He heard her little voice before she appeared in the door way to his music room. She had misplaced him countless times, he was never too far away, usually hidden behind the sofa or under the covers in her crib. He had never gone missing, so Luke wasn’t worried.
“Where is he, bubs? Have you lost him?” He asked her, scooping her up into his arms and resting her against his chest. She rested her head on his shoulder, her tired eyes looking up at her dad, making him realise it was around nap time. Nap time, which was about to be much more difficult if they didn’t find the stuffed penguin. She nodded against his neck, her little hands anxiously clinging onto the hem of his T-shirt, wanting to find her little friend. “We’ll go find him.”
He entered her bedroom, trying to dodge the other toys littered around the floor. He’d learned over the years that there was no point in tidying up after a toddler. She was messy, had a short attention span so would play with one toy before getting bored and moving on, and that was okay. He looked around the floor and in her crib, not seeing Percy anywhere.
“Where did you last play with him bubs?” He asked her, not sure if he’d get a reliable response. He thought back - he knew you’d taken her to the park earlier that day, and Percy would’ve gone along with the two of you - but he’s sure that you wouldn’t have left him there. “Was it at the park?”
She nodded against his shoulder as he looked in the wardrobe and checked all the drawers, still with no sight of the stuffed penguin. “He’s not in here, sweetheart.”
He knew he was running out of time, as he had one very sleepy toddler who was getting increasingly more fussy and tired but would not sleep without her penguin. He checked the bathroom and his own bedroom, scanning the rooms quickly but still not finding him.
“Percy, Dada.” She whined against his neck, her bottom lip coming out in a pout and tears filing her eyes. His heart ached for her, knowing that she always felt unsettled without her little friend with her.
“It’s okay, baby. We’ll find him.” He comforted her, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “I bet he’s downstairs, bubba.”
You had gone out a few hours ago, so he sent you a quick text, asking if you had any idea where he was. He searched all around the lounge and kitchen, but the penguin was nowhere to be seen. The toddler in his arms was getting more and more upset, tears spilling down her squishy cheeks as she got more restless and agitated about her missing penguin.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Shh.” He soothed her, rubbing her back, bouncing her in the slight hope that she would go to sleep without him, but knowing it was unlikely. It was then that you came through the door, shopping bags in tow, finding your unsettled daughter and stressed husband searching around the kitchen.
“What’s wrong, loves?” You asked, slipping your shoes off next to the door and dumping the shopping bags down.
“Percy is missing.” Luke said quietly, not wanting to upset your daughter further. You furrowed your eyebrows in thought, trying to think where you’d last seen him, then remembering taking him to the park earlier.
“Sweetheart, we put him in the washing machine! Remember?” You cooed, wiping the tears from her cheeks and planting a kiss on her nose, identical to that of your husbands. “He got all muddy when we played at the park, so Mama washed him for you.”
Luke sighed in relief at your words, watching as you pulled Percy out of the dryer, where he was clean and no longer covered in mud. Her teary, sleepy eyes lit up at the sight of his little friend, reaching her arms out to grab him from you. “Thank you mama.”
“See? I told you we’d find him, bubs.” Luke rubbed her back, happy to see her cuddling the penguin in her chubby hands. “Nap time now, yeah?”
He took her back up to her bedroom, settling her into the crib and pulling the blanket over her, making sure she had Percy close enough to her so she knew he was there, leaning down to kiss her cheeks before leaving her to fall asleep. “Sleep tight, babies.”
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Omg is willow that type of kid to run away naked from bath time though? Because I can see it happening.
Definitely! She’s so mischievous - and can you imagine the process of trying to bath like four young children at the same time? It would take you and Luke having to work out a system. The twins would want to bath together so Luke would handle that, whilst you tried to handle Willow and Theo. Then when everyone was bathed, Luke would take over the youngest two whilst you helped the twins get dressed for bed.
Especially if it was when Willow had become more confident on her feet, she’d just want to run everywhere. So as soon as you set her down on the floor with her little duck towel wrapped around her, ready for Luke to dress her, she’d be trying to get out of the bathroom straight away.
“Willow? Where do you think you’re going?” Luke would call from behind her, hearing her giggles increase as her little legs carried her as fast as she could. Luke would be trying to catch up to her, Theo wrapped up in a warm towel in his arms, also waiting for his dad to dress him in pyjamas. “Come here, bubs. It’s time to get dressed for bed.”
“No daddy! Play time!” His eyes caught her running into her bedroom, knowing she’d be going back to the game she was playing before bathtime.
“No playing right now, baby. We need to get you and your brother dressed and ready for bed.” He tried to reason with her, following her into the small bedroom. Theo was giggling loudly in his arms, clearly amused with chasing his big sister around the house. Luke managed to grab hold of Willow and pull her into his body with one arm, expertly managing to hold both children in his arms. After six children, he was used to juggling several babies in his arms, and he was pretty sure being a dad was a better arm workout than any time he had spent in the gym. “You little monkey.”
He’d finally manage to get the pair dressed, Theo easier than Willow, as he wasn’t able to get up and run away from him. It took him a while but he got there eventually - and he had two sleepy babies ready for bed, when he was finally done. He scooped Theo into his arms, resting Willow on the ground but then feeling her wrap her little arms around his legs.
“Up, daddy?” She asked, reaching her arms up towards him. His heart melted, knowing she was tired and not being able to resist pulling her into his arms.
“Come on, babies. Time for bed.”
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okay but the fact that luke always cuddles petunia with his shirt off like ALL the time, you just KNOW that he’d do the same with his bubba!!! he’d read in the parenting books that skin on skin is so important so when bubs finally arrived he’d spend every nap time on the sofa or in bed with his tiny baby snoozing on his bare chest, and the warmth of his chest would be so cosy for the baby to nap on :( and at first petunia would be jealous that bubs stole her spot on luke’s chest for cuddles but would soon warm up to the baby and be content to settle into the side of his body instead 🥺
After just over a year of being a Dad, Luke thought there was nothing more that could surprise him. He’d been met with so many challenges - he had loved every second of it, and loved his son with all of his heart, but it wasn’t easy.
You had gone to work early that morning, briefly checking on your still sleeping son as well as leaving Luke in bed. They had both been fine, the morning was going as normal. However, Luke was pulled from sleep a few hours later to the sad cries of his year old baby boy.
“What’s wrong, bubba?” Luke asked, scratching his bare stomach and eyes tiredly as he entered the nursery. Only when his eyes focused and he took in the sight in front of him, he realised the baby was covered in sick, clearly very uncomfortable. Luke suddenly wasn’t as tired anymore, as he sprung into action and tried to work out what to do first. “It’s okay, sweet boy. I’m gonna make it better, okay?”
He panicked slightly, carefully picking the baby up into his arms, cringing at the sick that would be covering his bare chest but pushing it to the back of his mind as he tried to soothe the baby the best that he could. Being a Dad meant getting covered in all sorts of fluids - it wasn’t the first time it had happened, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
“Shh, bubs. I’ve got you, it’s okay. We’ll have a bath and get all clean again, okay? Shh.” He spoke softly to the boy, who was whimpering sadly and trying to cuddle as close as he could to Luke. There was nothing he hated more than seeing his baby upset or in pain, and it hurt his heart to hear his cries. He quickly made his way to the bathroom, starting to run a bath as fast as he could. “It’s okay, I know you don’t feel good.”
Listening to his baby boy cry into his chest unhappily, knowing that he was upset and ill, broke Luke’s heart. He pulled the dirty T-shirt over the baby’s head before throwing it into the washing basket, shushing his cries and making comforting noises as he got him ready for a bath. He tested the water with his elbow, to ensure it wasn’t too hot or cold, and decided that it was okay before gently settling baby boy in the water. He sat him up slightly, making sure to support him with his large hand, carefully splashing the warm water over his body and cleaning him up with a sponge.
“Are you still tired, bubs?” He asked his son, whose cries had reduced to occasional whines and sniffles, watching as he yawned softly. His tired blue eyes were focused on his Dad’s face, little hands occasionally reaching up to rub at them. “Did being sick wake you up, huh? We’ll have a nap after you’re all cleaned up.”
He worked quickly but gently, ensuring that he had cleaned all of the sick from his body before draining the tub and scooping him back into his arms, wrapping a warm towel around his body. He pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, cradling him in his arms. “Is that all better, bubs? You’re all clean now.”
Moments later, Luke had dressed bubba in a fresh outfit and had rang you to update you on what had happened, as well as asking for advice about how to take care of his sick baby. His heart rate finally slowed down and he relaxed slightly as he cuddled up on the sofa with the baby boy, snoozing contently on his chest and no longer uncomfortable like Luke had found him earlier that morning. “Love you, bubs.”
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