Luke knew that parenthood was never going to be easy when his girlfriend left him standing in the delivery ward with their baby clasped in his hands. his 5 year old daughter striking up a feud with the son of a coldly beautiful single mum was not a complication he had anticipated though. nor was falling in love with her.
part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7
The following weeks passed in a blur of happiness unlike any other in Luke’s life, the closest he could think of was when he had first met Luna’s mother. But even that was different to what he felt for Y/N. With Luna’s mother it had always been shaking palms and ragged breaths, heart pounding, stomach clenching love. With Y/N it was easy, it was soft sighs and tender kisses and an infinite calm whenever she was in his arms.
‘I never thought it could be this easy.’ Y/N hummed contentedly, leaning her head against Luke’s shoulder as they stood side by side watching Luna and Sampson play in the early morning light in the garden.
'Exactly what I was thinking.’ Luke mumbled against Y/N’s skin as he pressed a lazy kiss to her cheek. 'There’s gotta be a catch somewhere.’ as soon as Luke said the words he regretted them as he knew Y/N’s mind had wondered to Nate, he could tell from the stiffening of her shoulder pressed against him.
'I think we’re doing pretty well considering the catch.’ she said, casting her eyes up to Luke in search of reassurance.
'Well if this is pretty well, I can’t wait to see what perfect is like.’ Luke grinned, catching Y/N’s face in his hands and kissing her slowly.
'Where did the Hemmings go that loved nothing more than to irritate me and didn’t have a single romantic bone in his body?’ Y/N laughed as she pulled away.
'Oh well I had to make sure you could put up with that Hemmings before I made you fall helplessly and completely in love with me.’ Luke explained matter of factly, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist as she leaned back into his chest.
'And why did you wait so long for that part huh Romeo?’ Y/N teased.
'Because it was way too rewarding getting a reaction out of you.’ Luke chuckled, protesting as Y/N smacked his arm.
'You know I’m pretty sure Luna’s more mature than you most of the time.’ Y/N shook her head with a laugh.
'Only most of the time though, I have my moments.’ Luke grinned, kissing the top of Y/N’s head.
'Daddy will you please stop kissing mommy! Me and Sampson are trying to play!’ Luna yelled indignantly from the bottom of the garden causing Luke and Y/N to both break out into peals of laughter.
'And why is our kissing distracting you?’ Luke called back, leaning round to place another kiss to Y/N’s cheek for good measure.
'Because it’s gross!’ Sampson interjected.
'Well are we too gross to make you breakfast then?’ Because I think I heard Luke say he wanted pancakes.’ Y/N said teasingly.
'No, no.’ Luke shook his head, trying to keep the smile from his face. 'They won’t want any pancakes made by us, I guess we’ll just have to eat them all ourselves.’ he sighed.
'Nooo!’ Luna and Sampson both squealed in protest, running forward to grab hold of their respective parent’s legs.
'Please, please, please can we have pancakes?’ Sampson asked with widened eyes.
'It depends, will kissing be allowed?’ Luke asked as Luna looked up at him expectantly as well.
'Only kissing that’s not on the lips.’ she said decisively.
'How about you?’ Luke said as he swung Luna up ono his hip. 'Can I kiss you?’ he asked, peppering her cheeks and nose and forehead with kisses.
'Yes, yes, yes! You’re allowed to kiss me!’ she giggled, eyes scrunched shut as Luke continued to cover her in kisses as he laughed as well.
'I guess that’s a fair deal then.’ Luke grinned, putter her back down on the floor. Sampson and Luna quickly scampered into the kitchen discussing what to put on the pancakes excitedly.
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After pancakes had been eaten and sticky hands had been cleaned and dirty pans left in the sink the four of them flopped down in a pile on the sofa.
Before the long discussion on what cartoons they were going to watch could begin a loud knock at the door interrupted them.
'Huh, I wonder who it could be this early.’ Luke mumbled as he extracted himself from the pile and walked to the door.
'Luke?’ Nate asked in confusion as Luke opened the door.
'Yeah…hi.’ Luke said warily.
'So you and Y/N have already moved in together then.’ Nate smiled with completely false brightness.
'No, not yet. Just staying over for the weekend. But I’m guessing you haven’t just dropped by to discuss our living arrangements.’ Luke replied, his tone clipped and curt.
'Alright if you want to skip the niceties we can. I want to see my son.’ Nate said, arms folded across his chest.
'I thought you and Y/N had come to an agreement, you could see him on Wednesdays and Sundays. And I’m pretty sure today is Saturday.’ Luke reminded him.
'He’s my son, I should be able to see him when I want.’ Nate said, voice still menacingly calm.
'You lost that privilege when you walked out on him and Y/N.’ Luke replied in a voice equally filled with silent threats.
'Who the fuck are you to-’ Nate started angrily. 'Y/N!’ he yelled through the open door. 'Come here!’
'How dare you call her like a fucking dog.’ Luke spat out, before Y/N appeared behind him.
'Luke what’s going on?’ she asked, eyes wide with nerves.
'Nate was just leaving.’ Luke growled, starting to shut the door in his face.
'No. I wasn’t.’ Nate said, wedging his foot in the door and forcing it open again. 'I’m here to see my son.’
'Today isn’t one of your days Nate.’ Y/N said quietly. 'Please respect the arrangements we made. I don’t want to have to take you to court.’
'Are you trying to threaten me?’ Nate laughed coldly.
'Nate please don’t do this, things have been going so well.’ Y/N said, voice wavering slightly as she tried to hold back her tears.
'Daddy?’ a small voice called from down the hall.
'Sampson, my baby.’ Nate smiled, his demeanour instantly changing as he got down on his knees and held his arms out expectantly for the little boy. Instead of running to him as he usually did he held back, forehead creased in worry.
'Why is mommy crying?’ Sampson asked uncertainly.
'Oh it’s just a little misunderstanding, isn’t it mommy?’ Nate said, the smile still held on his face. 'Now how about coming out with Daddy for the day huh?’
'I thought you were coming tomorrow, today isn’t one of your usual days.’ Sampson mumbled, still lingering at the top of the hall.
'Is this what you wanted Y/N? By setting up these days, these rules? You want to make your son scared to see his own father just because it’s a day you didn’t choose for him?’
'Alright that’s enough.’ Luke stepped forward, placing a hand on Nate’s chest to push him back off the front step. 'Nate you need to leave.’
'Get your hands off me.’ Nate muttered, ripping Luke’s fingers from him. With a last look over Luke’s shoulder at Y/N standing in the doorway Nate stalked away, slamming the door of his car and driving off with a violent spray of gravel from the drive.
'Hey, hey, it’s okay.’ Luke heard Y/N murmur to Sampson as she kneeled on the ground and held him tight to her.
'Daddy? Why was everyone shouting?’ Luna asked, finally emerging from the living room.
'Don’t worry lu-baby.’ he said, sinking down to the floor like Y/N and holding out his arms for her. 'I got you.’
'Sampson, are you okay?’ Luna asked as she let Luke hold her, twisting round to try and look over at her best friend.
'I wish my daddy was like your daddy Luna, I wish he didn’t yell.’ Sampson said quietly as tears tricked down his cheeks.
'My daddy is your daddy if you want him to be.’ Luna reassured him, wriggling out of Luke’s arms so she could give Sampson a hug instead.
'She’s right sammy, if you don’t want to see your daddy anymore all you have to do is say.’ Luke said softly as he looked down at the little boy he had grown to love so much.
Eyes still watering Sampson’s lip quivered as he tried to form an answer. 'I…I don’t know.’ he stuttered.
'No one’s gonna make you choose just yet don’t worry.’ Y/N reassured him, stroking his hair gently. 'C'mon, shall we get Luke in on this cuddle too?’
Sampson nodded his head, nuzzling into Luke’s chest as he easily wrapped his arms around the three of them and pulled them close.
'You mean the world to me you three.’ Luke whispered, dotting kisses onto their heads. 'Luna, my little moon. Sammy, my sunshine boy. Y/N my…’ he faltered as she looked up at him. 'My world.’ he finished, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
'Thank you.’ was all Y/N could whisper back as they clung to each other. 'I love you too.’ Although Luke hadn’t said the three words to start with they were plain in every single syllable he spoke, and he felt his heart swell to hear Y/N say them.
'Have we changed our mind about kisses?’ Luke asked gently.
'Yes.’ Sampson said decisively, wrapping his arms around Luke’s neck so Luke could press a kiss to his tiny cheek. 'Kisses are much better than crying.’ he said, turning round to check if the tears on his mothers cheeks had dried yet.
'That’s very true sammy.’ Y/N laughed softly. 'Now why don’t we all go back to watching some TV huh? We’ve got a whole weekend ahead of us to enjoy.’ she smiled, ushering the kids up and back into the living room. Although still a little subdued the two children linked hands and were soon deliberating over what movie to watch.
'Luke.’ Y/N said just as he was about to join them. He lingered in the hallway with her, carefully brushing a few strands of her from her face in a now familiar gesture.
'Are you okay?’ he asked hesitantly.
'I will be.’ she replied, eyes searching his. 'And Sammy will too. But not with Nate in our lives.’
'So you’re going to file for full custody?’
'I think it’s the only option we have left.’ Y/N sighed. 'We can’t have another repeat of today. It’s just not fair on Sammy.’
'We’ll get through this together Y/N.’ Luke said, reaching his arms out to pull her into one last hug.
With her head resting on his chest she could hear the sound of his heartbeat, constant, dependable, safe. 'I know.’
I’m so bored today so i thought why not do ships (also i wanna reach my goal but that’s beside the point)
what you need to do:
✏ REBLOG this
✏ follow me
✏ have an about/face page
✏ send me a question/wyr/mlt/fmk/anything really OR ship me
what you get
ship:
place you meet:
who made the first move: you / him
who’s the little spoon: you / him
who’s the big spoon: you / him
who’s the cuddler: you / him
who’s more affectionate: you / him
who’s more nervous to meet the parents: you / him
who’s more protective/jealous: you / him
who’s always late: you / him
who’s more organized: you / him
who sneaks into the shower with the other: you / him
who initiates sexy times the most: you / him
who gives the silent treatment when mad: you / him
who wants kids first: you / him
who cries during movies: you / him
who misses the other more when away: you / him
who takes random pictures of you two: you / him
who plans the dates: you / him
who calls the most: you / him
who texts the most: you / him
who snapchats the most: you / him
who comes up with cheesy pick-up lines: you / him
picture/gif of ship (not mine):
best friend: mike | luke | cal | ash
cuddle buddy: mike | luke | cal | ash
who you go to for advice: mike | luke | cal | ash
