Godfather

Prologue

When Sam told Luke that he and his girlfriend, Jess, were having a baby, Luke didn't know what to think. On one hand, he was happy for this childhood best friend. He and Jess were happy, and the news of a baby on the way only seemed to make them happier and more in love. But on the other hand, Sam was only twenty one. There was so much that he still had to do while he was young, and a baby was something that would definitely put a strain on that.

But, nevertheless, Luke congratulated his beloved friend and watched as Jess got bigger and bigger over the months that sped by like cars on the freeway. Until one fateful day, little Daisy Jane Charles was born. Luke, being Sam's best friend since childhood, was obviously in the waiting room the entire time. And after many hours of sitting in uncomfortable plastic chairs and drinking terrible coffee, he was finally allowed in the room where his best friend, his best friend's girlfriend, and his best friend's baby girl were.

"Luke, I'd like you to meet the newest member of the Charles family, Daisy Jane." Sam said, holding the baby in the pink blanket close to his chest while his girlfriend slept.

"She's..." For once, the talkative frontman of the world famous band was at a loss for words. All he could do was look down at the baby in awe.

"I know." Sam said, awestruck as well. "Do you want to hold her?"

Nodding almost hesitantly, Sam passed the [much] taller man the pink bundle of joy to which he carefully took into his own arms. Little Daisy Jane was fast asleep and the transfer hadn't even made her blink an eye. But Luke wasn't focused on that. He was focused on not dropping his best friend's new born and silently thanking whatever higher power there was that his family had younger kids within it so he wasn't totally lost.

"Hello, little one." Luke chuckled, cooing to the tiny thing. "Aren't you just the prettiest thing?"

"She looks just like her mom, doesn't she?"

"Yes, and thank god for that one, Sam."

The two shared a little laugh before turning their attention to the sleeping baby.

"Hey, Luke?" Sam asked, looking down at his daughter and his friend.

"Hmm?" Luke hummed, not looking up at Sam, but instead stroking the little one's chubby red cheek.

"Would you like to be her godfather?"

It took Sam's words a second to process in the rock star's mind, but only a split second for his head to snap up and meet the short man's gaze.

"W-What?"

Sam smiled, looking at the shell shocked blonde and then his little bundle of joy before nodding.

"Luke, would you like to be the godfather?"

Upon repeating the question, Luke couldn't help but break out into a grin that stretched from ear to ear.

"Really?"

"Really," Sam smiled. "Jess and I wanted to ask you together, but since I don't think she's gonna be waking up any time soon, I figured that I should probably just be the one to ask. So, what do you say?"

"If I weren't holding my goddaughter right now I'd hug the shit out of you." Luke laughed, trying to suppress the happy tears welling up in his blue eyes.