Luke Hemmings Imagines

Middle Of The Night

You and Luke were snuggled together in bed, catching up on some sleep. The two of you were always exhausted after taking care of your two daughters, three year old Darcy and three week old Macy.

As soon as Luke hear the cries coming from the crib at his side of the bed, he wakes up instantly. Looking over at your side of the bed, he decided to let you sleep.

He rolled out of bed, peering into the crib below him. Macy was squirming around in her blanket, looking uncomfortable. Her cheeks were inflamed and she sounded snuffly, sneezing a few times too.

"Aw, baby..." Luke murmured, scooping her out of the crib. She was hot, she definitely had a temperature. "Are you sick sweetie?"

He unwrapped her from the blanket and held her against his chest, feeling the sweat covering her back. He headed towards the nursery, not risking waking you up.

He flicked on the lamp in the corner of the room before undressing Macy and laying her on the changing table. He quickly changed her as she started to get fussy, missing the contact.

"Shhh baby, i'm almost finished..." He whispered, rubbing her cheek.

He took her temperature, seeing that it was a few degrees higher than normal. She was definitely sick.

Luke picked her up and cradled her against his chest, rubbing her back softly. His voice mumbled the tune to 'A Drop In The Ocean' as he began to slowly walk around the room.

Luke stepped over to the crib and tried to lay Macy in there, but as soon as he removed her from the comfort of his chest, she began to cry again.

"Shhh sweetie, Daddy's right here." Luke whispered, rubbing her tummy lightly.

She wouldn't settle though, so Luke took the easier option of letting her sleep on his chest, snuggled back in bed next to you.

"Is she okay?" You mumble, opening your eyes slightly.

"I think she may be getting sick, but she's comfortable now so let's just wait until tomorrow." Luke replied, before the two of you fell asleep again.