After years of Love and Music circling their lives, (Y/N) and Luka Couffaine decided it was finally time to start a new chapter in their lives as a family. On a chilly night in early January, they met their firstborns, the light of their lives, the...
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Research Defended! Don't have the right words for the deets, so just enjoy this picture of me and my team being dorks. Our leader has the most smug look on his face and we're living for it XD
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Third Person Pov
Luka Couffaine paced back and forth in his living room, his face etched with worry.
Luka Couffaine was a man of many talents. He could strum the guitar with ease, ride the waves on his surfboard, and even compose heartfelt songs.
However, when it came to dealing with his twin daughters, Melody and Harmony, falling sick with the flu, Luka's talents seemed to take a temporary leave of absence.
Panic set in, and Luka's usual laid-back demeanor was nowhere to be found.
Luka Couffaine was indeed a man of many talents, but when it came to handling his twin daughters, Melody and Harmony, his skills were put to the test.
His twin daughters, Melody and Harmony, had caught the flu, and he was convinced it was the end of the world. Their runny noses and occasional sneezes had transformed him into a frazzled mess.
The Couffaine household was in a state of panic as both girls had caught the flu. Luka was running around like a headless chicken, trying all sorts of weird remedies that had nothing to do with healing the flu.
Luka's wife, (Y/N) Couffaine, watched him from the couch, a mixture of amusement and concern on her face.
"(Y/N), we have to do something! The twins are sick, and we can't just sit here!" Luka exclaimed, his voice filled with worry, teal eyes filled with the utmost concern.
(Y/N) Couffaine, Luka's wife, sighed and gave him a playful eye-roll. "Luka, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but we need to stick to the basics. They need rest, fluids, and maybe some over-the-counter medication."
(Y/N) sighed and patted the seat beside her, beckoning Luka to join her. "Luka, calm down. I know you're worried, but panicking won't help."
Luka shook his head, his messy hair flying in all directions. "No, no, no! We need to think outside the box. I read somewhere that rubbing lemon slices on their feet can cure the flu!"
(Y/N) did not know where Luka got his source, or how he thought that rubbing lemon slices on their feet would help- That was the randomest thing she's heard all day.
(Y/N) couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Luka, I love your creativity, but I think we should trust modern medicine on this one. Lemon slices won't do the trick."
Undeterred, Luka marched off to the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboards in search of his next "cure." He emerged triumphantly, holding a jar of pickles.
"Behold! The power of pickles! I heard they have magical healing properties," Luka declared, holding the jar up like a trophy.
(Y/N) facepalmed, trying to stifle her giggles. "Luka, I'm pretty sure pickles are not the secret to defeating the flu. Let's stick to the doctor's advice- Luka?"
Luka's eyes sparkled with mischief as he replied, "But what about the healing powers of a well-tuned ukulele? Music can cure anything, right?"
(Y/N) couldn't help but chuckle at Luka's antics. "While I do love your ukulele playing, darling, I think the girls would prefer a good night's sleep and some chicken soup."
Luka let out an exaggerated sigh, but he couldn't hide the mischievous grin on his face. "Alright, alright, you win this time. I'll put away the pickles and the ukulele."
Just then, Melody and Harmony stumbled into the living room, their little noses red and their voices hoarse from coughing.
They looked up at their parents with tired eyes, their matching pink pajamas slightly disheveled.
"Daddy, Mommy, we don't feel good," Melody sniffled, her lower lip trembling.
Luka's heart melted at the sight of his sick daughters. He crouched down and gathered them both into a warm embrace, gently kissing their foreheads.
"It's okay, my little rockstars. Daddy and Mommy are here for you. We'll take care of you until you feel better," Luka whispered, his voice filled with love and concern.
(Y/N) joined in the embrace, wrapping her arms around her family. "That's right, girls. We'll make sure you have all the love and care you need to beat this flu. No need for pickles or lemons."
Luka started grumbling incoherent words at this, a small pout plastered on his lips as he says something along the lines of, "It could've healed them better. Just saying."
"Luka- Honey. No. Never again." (Y/N) shook her head at her husband.
Melody and Harmony exchanged confused glances, and then they burst into fits of giggles, their laughter infectious.
"Why pickles?" Melody mused at her parents.
Harmony shrugged, "I like pickles."
Luka and (Y/N) couldn't help but laugh along, their worry momentarily forgotten.
As the laughter subsided, Luka realized that sometimes, the best remedy for a worried heart was the love and laughter shared within a family.
He knew they would get through this flu fiasco together, armed with conventional remedies and a whole lot of love.
And so, in the cozy embrace of their home, the Couffaine family faced the flu with resilience, humor, and a love that could conquer any ailment.
And as the days passed, Melody and Harmony slowly but surely recovered, their contagious laughter filling the air once again.
Little did Luka know that this flu fiasco would become a cherished memory, a reminder of the strength and humor that bound their family together, even in the face of a common cold.
