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luke hemmings (5sos)

a request for brideofharrystyles !! i hope you like it <3

Emmy's pov

the song playing on my speaker fades out as I stir the pasta sauce and the next one to start up is 'Lover of Mine', which is just one of my favorite songs off of my husband Luke and brother Ashton bands' new album, 'Calm'.

right now i'm cooking dinner while they're still out working at the studio. i'm also trying to distract myself from over-thinking what I have to tell Luke, and how he'll take it.

it's only been a week since I found out for myself that i'm pregnant and i'm still trying to come to terms with it. this will be our first child in our marriage of five, going on six years, so it's a pretty big shock. him and I have talked about having kids of our own, but that was so long ago. what if he's changed his mind?

on top of that there's also my everyday insecurities. I have this sort of irrational fear that Luke will wake up one day and realize that he's sick of me, that he can do better and he won't want me anymore. you'd think that after years of being together these fears would fade, they haven't. even with all of the love he showers me in, I can't help but get inside my own head.

I just hope he hasn't had a change of heart about wanting a kid with me, and never has a change of heart about being with me.

deciding to not let my mind wander too far, I focus completely on the music in the room and dinner. after draining the pasta from the boiling water I allow the sauce to simmer for a few more minutes.

the fact that I was dancing didn't even process until I hear someone clear their throat behind me and I stop. they turn down the volume of my speaker that sits on the counter closest to them as I turn to face them — Luke. "why'd you stop, love?" he asks with a teasing smirk, that tends to make me blush.

how does he still manage to make me feel like a teenage girl? i'm married to the man for god's sake.

shrugging, I watch him turn the music back up a few notches and hold his hand out towards me. "what? you - you want to dance?" I look from his hand to his eyes. nodding his head eagerly, he steps closer to me and takes my hand himself.

Luke smiles, placing my hands on his shoulders and pulling me flush against him with his hands on my waist. "why not?" his question is rhetorical. then 'Lover of Mine' ends and another song i'm not familiar with plays. "the way I see it, one can never spend too much time dancing with his gorgeous wife." my heart beats faster hearing those words whispered to me.

the song is soft and perfect for slow dancing — even if at unpractical times. he sways us side to side before twirling me. just as I lean into his chest again, another person clears their throat in the doorway.

our heads snap to see Ashton looking at us with a 'really?' look. pressing the button on the speaker, he pauses the music. "look guys, please don't do that in the kitchen!" his hands move around frantically. "everyone knows what canoodling can lead to, and the kitchen is a place where food is meant to be made — not babies." Ash complains in a whine.

maybe the most unpractical times are when you and your husband live with your brother. on the oven the timer I set for the garlic bread goes off, so I rush to pull it out and take the sauce off the heat. whatever they were talking about was forgotten when they saw all the food.

they began to put together their plates. Ashton places a kiss on my head and thanks me, then heads off to upstairs. Luke turns to me with two different plates of food, one for me and the other for himself. "Degrassi marathon?" he motions towards the living room. I smile brightly and hum a quick: 'mhm'.