Their favorite place
SUMMARY: Your newborn twins, Ben and Anne, refuse to sleep anywhere except against their parents. While Anne settles instantly on Lukas’ bare chest, Ben only sleeps while nursing—leading to some playful jealousy from Lukas. Between sleepless nights, tandem breastfeeding, and two clingy babies, Lukas can’t stop admiring how lovingly you care for their little family.
WC: 2.1k
WARNINGS: Postpartum recovery, breastfeeding, tandem nursing, newborn twins, sleep deprivation, mild suggestive jokes, playful jealousy, lots of fluff.
Requested: Lukas Reichel + their newborn sleeps perfectly through the night but only in dad's arms
The summer nights in Germany were warmer than you had expected.
Even with the bedroom window cracked open, the air felt heavy, carrying the soft chirping of crickets and the occasional sound of a car passing along the quiet street outside. You had kicked the blankets away hours ago, and the small fan in the corner did little more than circulate the warmth around the room.
The two cribs beside the bed remained empty. Not because Ben and Anne were awake.
For the first time since bringing the twins home, both babies were sleeping peacefully. They simply refused to sleep anywhere except on their parents.
Lukas sat against the headboard without a shirt, one protective arm wrapped around Anne as she slept sprawled across his bare chest. Her cheek rested directly over his heart, her tiny lips parted while her breaths warmed his skin.
You were beside him with Ben tucked against your chest, nursing lazily despite having fallen asleep several minutes earlier.
Every time you attempted to detach him, his little face scrunched and his fingers tightened against you as though he could sense that you were trying to move him “They’re spoiled,” you whispered.
Lukas looked down at Anne, whose entire body seemed to relax further whenever he gently moved his hand along her back “They’re newborns,” he corrected softly. “They can’t be spoiled.”
“You say that because Anne has decided you’re her personal mattress.”
“She has good taste.” You rolled your eyes, though the smile pulling at your lips gave you away.
Lukas had been completely devoted to the twins from the moment they were born. During your pregnancy, he had worried constantly about whether he would know what to do. He had read books, watched videos and asked his parents so many questions that his mother eventually told him he needed to trust his instincts.
The moment the twins arrived, those instincts seemed to take over.
He changed diapers without being asked, paced the halls at night with one baby tucked securely against his chest and always made sure you had eaten before worrying about himself. He refilled your water bottle whenever you breastfed and kept snacks beside the bed because he had read that nursing made you hungry.
He cared for Ben and Anne with a gentleness that made your chest ache.
But there was something particularly special about the way Lukas treated his daughter. Anne barely needed to make a sound before he was checking on her. He could identify her cry instantly, even when you still needed a few seconds to determine which twin was fussing.
He insisted she slept better against him because she liked hearing his heartbeat.
The fact that she apparently required him to be shirtless was something Lukas was far too proud of “She won’t stay asleep if I put a shirt on,” he explained seriously.
“You’ve tested that theory once.”
“And she woke up.”
“She woke up because you hit the bassinet with your knee.”
“That is not relevant.”
You quietly laughed, careful not to disturb Ben. “You just like having an excuse to walk around without a shirt.”
Lukas glanced at you with a knowing smile “You like sleeping on my bare chest too.”
Heat immediately rose into your cheeks. “That’s different.”
“How?”
“I’m your girlfriend.”
“And she’s my daughter.” You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out, Lukas smiled triumphantly. “Exactly.”
“There was absolutely no logic in anything you just said.”
“There was enough.”
Ben suddenly shifted against you, making a soft, unhappy sound when you adjusted your position. His face scrunched, and before he could begin crying, you settled him comfortably against your breast again.
He immediately relaxed. From beside you, Lukas sighed dramatically, you glanced at him “What?”
“He gets you all to himself.”
“He’s eating.”
“He’s been asleep for ten minutes.”
“He likes the comfort.”
Lukas narrowed his eyes playfully at his son. “Those were mine first.”
For a moment, you simply stared at him. Then a laugh escaped you before you could stop it, Anne stirred against Lukas’ chest, her tiny eyebrows pulling together as though deeply offended by the noise. Lukas immediately supported the back of her head, whispering soothingly in German until she settled again.
“You’re jealous of your newborn son,” you accused, struggling to keep your voice quiet through your laughter.
“I’m not jealous.”
“You just claimed ownership over my boobs.”
“They were my favorite pillows before he arrived.”
“Lukas!”
“What?” he whispered innocently. “It’s true.” Ben released you long enough to make a disgruntled little noise before latching again, Lukas stared down at him “He knows.”
“He’s three weeks old.”
“He knows exactly what he’s doing.”
You shook your head, still smiling. “Stop competing with your son.”
“I’m not competing. I’m just reminding him that he has to share.” As though offended by the suggestion, Ben’s hand opened against your chest and his fingers curled into your skin.
Lukas pointed at him. “See?” Before you could answer, Anne began to stir. Her mouth moved against Lukas’ chest, and she released a small whimper as she lifted her head. Lukas immediately sat straighter “She’s hungry.”
“I know.”
You carefully adjusted Ben before reaching toward your daughter. Lukas passed Anne into your arms, but the moment he moved her away from his chest, Ben began fussing.
His tiny cry grew louder as Anne settled against your other side “He doesn’t like when I hold her,” Lukas whispered.
“He doesn’t like when anyone else gets attention.”
Ben continued to whimper while you tried to position both babies. Anne rooted impatiently, turning her head against you, while her brother seemed more interested in protesting than eating.
Lukas watched you for a moment before moving closer “Tell me what you need.”
“The nursing pillow.” He grabbed it immediately, carefully placing it around your waist. He helped you support Anne before gently adjusting Ben’s body so both babies could lie comfortably across you.
The second they were settled and nursing together, the room became quiet again. Ben’s little hand remained pressed against you as though claiming his place, while Anne’s fingers curled loosely beside her cheek.
You released a tired breath and leaned back against the pillows, when you looked toward Lukas, he was staring at you. Not casually, he was watching you with such open admiration that you suddenly became self-conscious “What?” you asked.
He shook his head slowly. “Nothing.”
“You’re staring.”
“I know.”
You glanced down at yourself. Your hair was tied into a messy knot, your shirt was bunched beneath the nursing pillow and there were probably dark circles beneath your eyes from weeks without proper sleep “I look terrible.”
Lukas’ expression immediately changed “No, you don’t.”
“I haven’t showered today.”
“I don’t care.”
“I’m covered in milk.”
“I still don’t care.”
His gaze moved toward the twins, his expression softening as he watched them nurse“You’re feeding both of our babies at the same time,” he murmured. “How could I not look at you?”
Your throat tightened unexpectedly “It’s not exactly glamorous.”
“To me, it is.”
You gave him a doubtful look, Lukas shifted closer, resting one hand gently on your thigh “I mean it,” he said. “You carried them. You gave birth to them. Now they calm down just because they can hear your voice or feel you holding them.”
“They calm down with you too.”
“Anne does.”
At the sound of her name, Lukas’ eyes moved immediately toward his daughter. Anne was already beginning to fall asleep again, her sucking slowing while her body became heavier in your arms. Ben, however, remained determined “He’s going to stay there all night,” Lukas muttered.
“He’s hungry.”
“He’s always hungry.”
“He’s growing.”
“He’s possessive.”
You laughed quietly, Lukas leaned forward and brushed one finger over Ben’s soft cheek, he stopped nursing for half a second and frowned “He doesn’t like me interrupting,” Lukas observed.
“He’s jealous.”
“Of me?”
“Of Anne.”
Lukas looked unconvinced until Anne finished nursing and he carefully lifted her from your arms. The moment she was settled against his bare chest again, Ben released you and began crying.
Both you and Lukas froze “You see?” you whispered.
Lukas looked down at his son, then at Anne “Ben,” he said seriously, “she’s my baby too.” Ben cried louder, Anne responded with a startled whimper “Oh no.” Lukas immediately began rubbing his daughter’s back. “Don’t wake up, Prinzessin.”
“You have to take Ben too.”
“I only have one chest.”
“You have two arms.”
Carefully, Lukas shifted Anne to one side and reached for Ben with the other. You placed the little boy against his free shoulder, but Ben continued to fuss while staring in your direction “He wants you,” Lukas said.
“He wants to make sure you’re not replacing him with Anne.”
“I would never replace him.” Lukas lowered his face and kissed the top of Ben’s head “You hear that? Papa loves you too.”
Ben’s cries slowly softened, although he continued making small unhappy noises whenever Lukas kissed Anne “This is ridiculous,” Lukas whispered affectionately.
“He gets it from you.”
Lukas looked at you. “What does that mean?”
“You were jealous because he was breastfeeding.”
“That was different.”
“How?”
Lukas opened his mouth, clearly searching for an explanation,ou raised your eyebrows “He stole my spot,” he finally said.
“You’re both impossible.” Despite the protest, your entire expression softened as you watched him.
Lukas sat shirtless against the headboard with one newborn tucked into each arm. Anne was spread across his chest, perfectly peaceful again, while Ben remained against his shoulder, one tiny fist gripping the chain around Lukas’ neck.
Lukas looked exhausted.
His hair was messy, his eyes were heavy and there was a small milk stain on his shoulder from where Ben had spit up earlier. You had never found him more attractive “You’re staring now,” he said.
“I know.”
“Why?”
You smiled. “Because you’re a good dad.”
His teasing expression disappeared, Lukas looked down at the babies before swallowing softly “I’m trying.”
“You don’t have to try very hard.”
“I do.” He glanced at you again. “You make everything look easy.” you laughed under your breath. “Nothing about this is easy.”
“I know.” His voice softened. “That’s why I admire you.”
Your eyes burned with sudden tears, Lukas noticed immediately “No baby, please don't cry.”
“I’m hormonal.”
“I know.”
“You’re supposed to disagree.”
“You cried yesterday because my mom brought you bread.”
“It was good bread.”
“It was very good bread,” he agreed.
He carefully leaned toward you, still balancing both twins, and kissed you “You’re amazing,” he whispered. “Even when you’re tired. Even when you think you look terrible. Even when Ben steals you from me all day.”
You laughed through the tears. “You almost made that romantic.”
“It was romantic.”
“Until you mentioned being jealous of the baby.”
“I can be romantic and jealous.”
Anne stirred against his chest and tucked her face closer to him. Ben followed a second later, his body finally relaxing as Lukas continued gently rubbing both of their backs.
The room became quiet once more “You should put them in the cribs” you whispered.
Lukas looked toward the two empty beds “We could try.” Neither of you moved, Anne released a content little sigh and Ben tightened his grip on Lukas’ necklace “They look comfortable,” Lukas said.
“They always look comfortable on you.”
“So do you.”
He shifted slightly and stretched one arm toward you “Come here.”
“You already have both babies.”
“There’s still room.”
You carefully moved closer until your head rested against his shoulder, beside Ben. Lukas pressed a kiss into your hair while keeping both twins securely against his bare chest “There,” he murmured contentedly. “All my favorite people.”
“You won’t be saying that when your arms go numb.”
“They’re already numb.”
“Lukas.”
“But I’m not moving.” You smiled, closing your eyes as you listened to the steady beat of his heart beneath Anne’s cheek.
The cribs would remain empty for another night.
Ben would wake soon and demand to nurse again. Anne would refuse to settle unless her skin touched her father’s chest, and Lukas would continue pretending that he wasn’t secretly delighted by it. But with all four of you pressed together beneath the warm German summer air, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
Especially when Lukas looked at you and the twins as though the three of you were the greatest thing he had ever seen.
