Luke Hemmings Imagines

He wants your attention

"Baby. Baby. Babe. Baby..." Luke kept going on as I tried to finish my book.

"Lucas.." I warned. He huffed, and laid down on the bed. He drew shapes on my knee and kept humming.

"Luke wants cuddles. Luke so desperately wants cuddles..." he began to sing.

"Luke. Hush." I said, and he groaned, laying back down. Not even five minutes later he was nuzzling his nose into my neck like a cat. "Luke seriously. I'll be done in a second." I said and nudged him off of me. He turned away, and grabbed a pillow. I watched as he held the pillow in his arms tightly and pouted.

"Listen babe. You're adorable, but I really need to finish this book." I said.

"But your book Is interfering with my cuddle time." He whined. "You'll live." I mumbled, and he huffed. "Michael cuddles are better than yours anyway." He muttered, and I tried not to laugh.

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