Luke Hemmings Imagines

First child

"Hey baby." Luke smiled at our one year old baby girl who crawled up on his chest. She sat on his chest with her legs on either side of his face. She giggled at him which caused her to smile.

I rolled over on my side to watch the two. She leaned down, and placed her hands on his face. He reached up, and placed his hands on top of hers. I scooted close to him, and snuggled into his side as Chelsea poked his face.

"I love you, Chelsea." Luke whispered, and she leaned down, and laid on his chest. He ran his hand up and down her back, and her small eyes closed. His free arm wrapped around me.

I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, but I guess Luke already thought I was. "I love you both so so much. No matter how hard things between us may get in the future, I promise, I'm never letting go." He said, causing my stomach to flutter. I peeked my eye open, and saw him give Chelsea a kiss on the forehead. I closed my eye before he looked at me. I felt his lips softly press to my forehead, and linger there for a minute.