"Luke! Babe, have you seen my fuzzy Rudolf socks?!" I yell through the echoing house.
"I think you left them in the dryer!" Luke yells back.
I walk into the laundry room and opened up the dryer door. Sure enough, there they sat. My incredibly fluffy socks lay on separate ends of the dryer.
I reached into the dryer and grabbed them both before feeling a pair of hands settle down on my waste.
"Told ya." a cheery Luke pipes up from behind me.
I turn around so that I am now facing him. His hands have not moved from there position. "Aren't I the best?" he says in a cocky voice.
"Nah you're just a dork." I giggle, kissing him on the cheek.
"You know you love my dorkiness Y/N"
"Yeah I do. Now will you help me with these socks!" I command as I attempt to look over my enormous, pregnant stomach.
"Sure thing princess." he smiles and picks me up to sit me down on top of the washing machine. I feel him slip on one sock then the other since I can't see over my stomach.
"There ya go!" he jumps.
"You're very excited today." I state as he helps me off of the washing machine.
"Y/N we're having not one but TWO little us' walking around in less than a month!" he basically squeals. I poke his dimple as I giggle at his soft side.
"I thought you were supposed to be 'punk rock' yet you're squealing about babies!" I giggle even more.
"Come on! You can't tell me you're not the least bit excited about our kids!"
"Luke I am but I'm also extremely worried about the pain I will go through delivering them!" my eyes flush with worry.
"Hey, hey! I will be right there beside you when you deliver and if I pass out I will most likely have Michael be there." I gasp as he laughs at my expression. "I'm just kidding!" he says pulling me into a hug.
"You know it is kinda hard to hug your mommy with both of you little angels in the way." Luke mumbles, bending down and kissing my stomach.
"Why don't we just go upstairs, make some hot cocoa and snuggle up to 'The Polar Express'?" I suggest.
"I'd love to!" He says giving me a quick kiss."I'll get the blanket!" he shouts as he runs off like a child.
"He is a dork but he's our dork." I laugh, rubbing my belly.
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FanfictionJust another pref book :) ALL prefs are my own unless I say otherwise! ~*~ 2/11/18 Y'all I wrote this pref book in like 8th-9th grade so most of it is hella cringy and the only reason I won't delete it is because it has 38k reads. Read at your own...
