Luke

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Just last night you had to say goodbye to Luke. The last two weeks had been amazing, just the two of you and your baby girl. Much needed quality time. But you knew reality was waiting to happen and he needed to go back to the tour.

You had hated to see your little girl cry at the airport security gate, her arms tightly wrapped around Luke’s long leg. You could see the tears forming in Luke’s eyes, just like they were in yours but you two were being strong. You couldn’t cry too, it made this all too harder.

You could taste those salty tears when he leaned forward to kiss you goodbye, the guys already on the other side waiting for him. You weren’t sure if the tears were his or yours but as you drove back home you knew who’s they were. You could only taste yours then as you quietly cried as your daughter slept in the backseat.

It was hard to get back into the routine you had built, not when you found his things lying around or something misplaced because of him. His clothes were in the laundry basket again, just a reminder that he had been there. That the last two weeks had come to an end.

As you closed the washing machine you heard your phone ringing from across the room, that familiar ring tone that made your heart race inside of your chest as you rushed over to pick up.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds, five seconds before Luke’s face came into view on your phone’s screen. You instantly felt your throat tighten as he smiled at you.

“I missed that beautiful face…” he murmured softly, readjusting his headphones into his ears. He was backstage, probably about to play a show.

“Luke? What are you wearing on your head?” You asked as you realized the white petals lying on top of his blonde hair.

“My new good luck charm, seems like our daughter snuck her favorite headband inside of my carry on while we got ready.”

“Seems like she did… Doesn’t want you forgetting about her, it seems?” You teased.

“Never; I could never forget my girls.” He said, taking your breath away as if he had been sitting there right in front of you.

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