Luke Hemmings Imagines

Storm

Your baby girl whimpered in her dark bedroom, the wind howling outside the window, her hands reaching up, up, up toward the ceiling, the only word she knew ("mama") repeatedly falling from her lips. Luke, half asleep in your bed, heard her cries from down the hall. Instantly he sprung from bed, noting the dark alarm clock faces. He tried turning on the hallway lights, flipping the switch and being met with continued darkness. The storm outside had gotten worse, causing the power outage, and he could only silently hope that you'd be home from your parent's house soon.

"Hey, baby girl," he whispered as he entered his little girl's room. Her big blue eyes shone with tears, her lip quivering. "Everything's fine, you're fine." Luke reached into her crib, softly cradling her against his body. She hiccupped softly with tears, whining for "mama" again. Luke smiled softly, assuring his little girl: "Mama will be home soon. Don't you worry, munchkin."

He softly rocked his baby back and forth, back and forth, humming mindlessly as your little girl grasped to her daddy's t-shirt with her small hand, her thumb in her mouth, eyes still wet with tears. The minutes passed, and Luke couldn't help but feel unsettled that you weren't home yet. Your parent's house was pretty far, and you stayed pretty late, and the driving conditions definitely weren't good, but he couldn't help but worry.

"Should we go wait for your mum in the living room?" Luke asked his little girl, raising his eyebrows, her blue eyes watching her daddy adoringly. The two of them ventured into the living room, tree branches rattling against the house, the white noise of rain on the roof above their heads, filling the house with noise but emptying them both of comfort.

Luke lay out on the couch, covering himself and his baby girl with a blanket, her head laying on his chest, the rhythmic beats of his heart and rise and fall of his chest slowly lulling her eyes to flutter shut. Luke hummed a quiet lullaby, urging his girl further to go to sleep. Soon they lay asleep, tucked under the covers, protected from the storm outside.

Headlights drew across the living room wall through the blinds, your car slowly pulling up to the house. You sighed, releasing your tense hands from the steering wheel, rubbing your neck. The only thing you could think about while making the stressful drive home was your family, the two people waiting for you inside the house. You entered the front door as quietly as possible, your chest filling with the warmth of love as you saw your husband and your baby girl fast asleep on the couch, their lips parted, faces flush with the comforts of sleep. You leaned over, giving both a kiss, and Luke's eyes fluttered open.

"You're home," he whispered, a sleepy, yet genuine, grin enveloping his face.

"I'm home," you said, the word 'home' applying more so to the two people in front of you rather than the house you entered. "I love you, so much."

You both helped carry your baby girl back to her crib, tucking her in, and settling yourselves in your own bed, the sound of the wind not nearly as scary now that everyone was safe and sound.