5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Luke Imagine

Personal imagine for Annie on IG (@calpals.ass.cheeks)

You sit on the sofa in the living room, chewing down the ends of your fingernails so you're at the skin, and you groan in irritation at yourself for doing that.
It's a bad habit of yours when you're anxious. You can't help it. That and twirling the same strand of hair, over and over.
You rub your hand down your face trying to relax. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. And relax.
It doesn't work. You've been sat on this very spot for a good 3 hours just waiting for Luke to come home from work. You know you should do something to busy yourself and occupy your mind, but everything turns into a shamble or your mind drifts. Why isn't he home already?
You look at the clock, the minute hand somehow going the pace of the hour hand, and your knee bounces up and down in anticipation.
Just as you're wondering what you can do to pass the time, you hear the jingle of keys enter the lock on the front door and you practically jump from your seat like you've been electrocuted.
"Hey, Annie," Luke smiles at you, his blue eyes full or warmth and love, enough to get you smiling in return, "you ok?"
His face lines with worry as he takes in your slightly distressed state.
"Well, no," his face drops and his eyes fill with worry, "I mean, yes. Maybe. I don't know.@
You chew on your lip and pull at your hair slightly. You've been letting this control your mind all day and, now that he's here, you have no idea on how to tell him.
"Well, why don't you tell me and we can decide that?"
His smile is loving and reassuring. He's the rock that you've always needed.
"Promise me that, if you think it's bad, that you'll be calm?"
He steps closer to you, placing his hands on your upper arms and stroking the skin there with the pads of his thumbs.
"Of course. I'll be reasonable."
He grins at you, the same cheeky smile that caused you to start falling for him the day you two met.
"I'm pregnant."
You watch his face stay stoic. No emotion shown.
"Really?"
His voice breaks on that one word, his blue eyes glossing over as tears begin to brim his eyes. He is smiling.
"Yeah, I took, like, 5 tests this morning," you don't want to jump the gun and be happy, not just yet, so you stay cautious, "say something?"
He stares at you, then the ground, then the ceiling, and you wait with baited breath. What is he thinking? If only you could read his mind, just this once.
"I'm over the moon," he smiles at you, his lips tugging up into a watery grin as the tears gently fall down his pink cheeks, "completely over the moon. God, Annie, I love you."
He kisses your forehead, pulling you closer to him so that he can hold you tight and not let you go.