The Couffaines • Oneshots/Scenarios

When he takes care of the Twins

I need me some Luka feels because JustaNormalperson5's making me jealous of her man's ರ⁠╭⁠╮⁠ರ

I'm berry berry happy for them doe oml mwah mwah chup chup to my Bessy and her man's ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Okay okay have fun reading Lmaoo.

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Your Pov

It's been atleast two weeks since Melody and Harmony made their grand entrance in the world, and everyday felt like heaven.

Everything has been really good, besides the fact that I'm continually bleeding down my vagina.

Parenthood is no joke; my breasts ache all the time, and I feel like I'm walking on eggshells whenever they nurse.

Even though the ongoing discomfort wasn't exactly intolerable, I still complain about it.

Fortunately, my beloved husband Luka was always by my side. It was incredibly kind of him to decide to put his music career on hold in order to take care of me and the twins.

He made a very sweet and adorable comment about always wanting to be accessible for his children. Luka would keep an eye on me all the time, watching me like a mother hawk to see if I needed any support or assistance.

Tonight was a very different.

The twins would typically be sleeping in their bassinet. Around two in the morning, I stumbled in my sleep while as I heart faint, distant whimpers.

Call it mother's sixth sense, but I got up from my position right away to see what the issue was. Harmony was crying, and didn't appear to be going to sleep any time soon.

I let out a short sigh because it was unusual to see Harmony acting out at night. She must be starving, or her diaper may be overflowing.

As I was about to get out of the sheets to grab Harmony, I suddenly felt warm hands wrapped around my waist.

My eyes grew wide as I turned to see my drowsy looking husband eyeing me, squinting his eyes to adjust his peripheral vision.

"What's wrong?" He asked, a small yawn escaping his lips afterwards.

I shrugged, "It's just Harmony. I'll check up on her."

Luka grabbed hold of me before I could escape and yanked me back to the bed. With his unkempt hair and captivating teal eyes, he looked down on me with a triumphant smile as he stood up.

This man was a sight to behold, especially when you consider the fact that all he is wearing are his boxers, and his chest was in view.

My cheeks immediately flourished at the sight. What a man, what a man indeed.

"I got her, Sweetheart. Don't worry." He reassures me as he makes his war towards the bassinet.

Luka bends down to grab Harmony from the bassinet, carefully placing her in his arms as he slowly rocks her crying form to sleep.

I thought I already adored Luka completely, the way he cradled our baby in his arms and gently rocked her had me smitten.

Luka was cautious with our child, holding her correctly and making sure that her delicate head was carefully shielded.

"Daddy's got you, Princess. No need to cry."

Ack- My heart. My poor, fragile heart.

I couldn't help but observe how he interacted with Harmony. Luka had a huge smile on his face, his eyes gleaming down on Harmony's small form as he rocks her to a lullaby.

He started walking towards our bed, with Harmony in his protective arms. The lullaby he was singing had me in a daze, and I was slowly succumbing into his melodic voice.

Luka sat down on the edge of the bed, and continued to cradle Harmony till she was fast asleep. And after he finished the job, he turned to me and his lips broke into a wide smile.

"I still can't believe I'm a father to these amazing little butterballs. Thank you, (Y/N)." He leans in close to plant a small, chaste kiss on the side of my head.

I couldn't help but return the smile that he was giving me, "I should be thankful. This is the third time you've got up to cradle them to sleep." A small yawn escaped my lips.

"I'm just doing my job as their father." Luka merely shrugged, then continued to sing Harmony a lullaby, even though she was already sleeping soundly.

Feeling content and tired, I snuggled close to Luka's frame, nuzzling my face close to his muscular chest. This is the life.

"Luka, you can put Harmony back in the bassinet. She's already asleep." I started as a matter of fact, pointing to Harmony's adorable sleeping face.

Luka quickly waved a hand at me dismissively,

"But she'll grow up soon and won't need me anymore. I want my sweet butterballs to know that I will always be there for them." He argued, as if his argument made any sense at all.

I heaved out a small sigh, "Luka, she is literally only a few weeks old. Calm your shins." I patted his shoulder, urging for him to put Harmony back in her bassinet.

"Put her back so we can go back to sleep." I whined. He wants to spend time with his kids, but it's literally two am, and we all need our sleep.

"Just five more minutesss.."

"Lukaaa."

Our little quarrel was cut short as we heard another cry from a distance. Melody was awake.

Luka flashed a triumphant smile at me and said, "Duty calls, babe. They can sleep on the bed with us tonight." He immediately handed me Harmony so he could grab our other crying butterball.

This man is a dork, but I love this particular dork.

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This short omai 👁️👄👁️