"Will you marry me, Holy y/l/n?" Luke asks, eyes wide in anticipation as him and your five year old daughter Cheyenne Grace stand before you; a velvet black box held in her hand.
"Yes!" You cry, throwing your arms around him as you sob- overjoyed,
"It'd be my honor..."
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"Push, baby girl, push," Is all you hear now as you lay in a white clothed hospital bed in Chile. Luke on the side of you cooing sweet words of encouragement as you cry in pain due to the fact you were now giving birth to your soon to be newborn son.
"Is he out yet!?" You scream to the doctors in front of you who knew little English.
"Sí, Mrs, sí," A nurse assistant nods toward your sweaty figure as she and the group of nurses around let out a cheer as a loud cry comes out into the world for the first time.
"He's here, baby girl!" Luke cries, watching his son being cleaned by a rather plump older women, "you did it!"
"¿Cómo se llama él?" The lady asks you both, placing your son in Luke's arms.
"Y/s/n (your son's name)" You both simultaneously, large smiles on your faces both already thinking on how much Cheyenne will love him.
Just in case you were wondering Cómo se llama él basically means what's his name (not the exact translation though) and no, I'm not Hispanic I just take Spanish lol.
Skylar xx
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