Luke Hemmings Imagines

A Father's Love

The journey from the living room to the bedroom seemed like a never ending walk, well it seemed that way to you. You were only 8 months pregnant, everything swollen and everything hurt to the touch. Little Julia Rose couldn't get here fast enough. The month of December was vastly approaching, your daughters due date being the 10th, but you were very sure she would be here earlier. From your grandmother down to your mother's last sister, all of the kids in the family had been born early, and well, Julia wouldn't fall too far from the tree.

You waddled past the nursery, hearing a few swear words, your eyebrows scrunching in confusion. Letting the door open quietly, you smiled at the sight before you. Luke, your husband of two years and Michael were steady at work trying to put the crib together. It made you a bit hesitant when Luke brought up the idea of letting Michael and his girlfriend of three years, Brittany, be the baby's godparents. At first you were very hesitant to the idea, seeing that all Michael and Brittany know how to do is party every weekend, drink, smoke, and have sex every other day.

Luke also brought up the idea of Michael and her being in the hospital room with you when you give birth. First you were just dead set on Luke and no one else, but seeing that Brittany and Michael are thinking of starting a family of their own, it didn't sound like a bad idea. After a while of convincing and Luke dropping subtle hints to the couple, you agreed and Michael hasn't stopped bragging ever since. It's not that Luke didn't love Ashton and Calum, it's just that Michael and him had been best friends for the longest.

He had been Luke's best man at our wedding, and you obviously had to choose Brittany to be the maid of honor, since you didn't have any sisters that would have made the cut. Luke took off his hat, ruffling his hair and sighing in defeat. He spotted your figure in the corner of his eye, the left side of his mouth curling into a smirk as he eyed you up and down. Since none of your clothes fit for the time being, you would always proudly parade around in Luke's shirts, but he didn't seem to care all that much. Skipping band practice to cuddle with you in his shirts was just one thing he loved.

"Hi love. You okay?" He asked out of the kindness of his heart, Michael turning around to smile your way as you nodded, walking inside of the cream colored room, sighing heavily. The nursery wasn't even halfway done, only a dresser and a creaky rocking chair stood for the time being, blankets, stuffed animals and clothes sat in boxes in the corner and bits and pieces of the crib scattered along the floor. Everything else to decorate sat in the closet too, still untouched a month later. Although, Luke managed to put some animal stickers along the wall and have her name spelled perfectly on the wall where her crib would be.

You reached Luke, petting his hair as he placed chaste kisses to your engorged belly. Your stomach was so big, you thought twins were in there, but the doctor assured you it was fine, only one beautiful miracle inside of you for the time being. "'M fine. How is the crib coming?" Michael put down some nails, smiling at you. "Barely coming along. I never knew putting up a simple crib would be harder than learning how to curl Brit's hair." You giggled at what he said, remembering Brittany calling you in the middle of the night to complain about how gross her hair looked. Note to self, don't let Michael around hot tools.

"You guys still have time. She'll be in the bedroom with Luke and I until she's about six months." Beginning to put the nails back into the bag, Michael mumbled excitedly to himself. They had been working on unpacking the box at ten this morning and it was already well past noon. "I say we go grab some lunch at iHop? I'm really craving french toast and eggs." Luke chuckle at your request, pushing himself up off of the floor, now towering over you as he bent down, kissing the top of your head. "Breakfast for lunch sounds good. Let me go get my wallet." He left with another kiss, Michael beginning to push some of the rubble out of the way.