One-Shot Fanfic Imagines

29th (LUKA DONČIĆ) 3

For days, Luka plagued you with questions about weddings and marriage. Little did you know, Luka already called his mother, your mother, his dad and your dad about the plan. They were not necessarily coming for the proposal, as both your parents were far from Dallas. They all gave him an approval nod instead, and wished him good luck.

"How many babies would you want?"

You turned to look up to him, surprised of his sudden question. "Babies?" you hummed, "maybe five of them. All boys. Or perhaps one girl."

Luka smiled at you, his green eyes glimmering in joy, "That's cool. I want a big family, too."

You took his hand and placed it in yours, though you were surprised, but you were happy that Luka shared the same dream you always wanted to have for a family someday. "Pretty sure you'd be a great dad."

"And you're gonna be a great mom," he nodded, sliding his weight next to you on the couch and spooning you into him, "I know. I want that with you."

You tossed to face him, snaking your hand to brush his hair, "Luka, I want it with you, too. Someday."

He smiled, reaching from ear to ear. "Someday."

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"I had a great night! Hope to see you soon." You beamed at Tim's wife as you looked at her through the car window.

"Nah," she said, a big smile on her face, "don't mind it (y/n). It's no biggie, I hope you have a great night."

"Yeah, I did," your eyebrows furrowed, head slightly shaking, "and I thank you for that. Hope to see you soon, too. And drive safe."

She nodded and said goodbyes before driving off to the road. Okay, that was weird. You made your way to the house you share with Luka and went in, closing the door behind you. He already told you earlier that he would be late for tonight, and added he would be eating out with the boys.

You already ate out with Tim's wife as she took you out for spa and shopping that afternoon. Aside from your other friends, you particularly liked her because of her bubbly persona, and she seemed to always know the best of everything. You actually felt great of yourself as you two went out shopping awhile ago, as you helped her pick materials her cousin can choose from for her wedding. Your ideas and thoughts seemed to really hold a great value for her.

Taking steps toward your couch, you noticed a clothes bag resting on it, and above the bag was a small note. You picked the piece of paper up, and read through a very familiar handwriting.

Dear (y/n),

Pls wear the dress. Someone will come and pick u up a little later. I'll see u ;*

Ps. I love u

Your eyebrows pinched together, turning your head to one side. You looked at the clothes bag and moved to get it, before unzipping the item, revealing you a black halter dress with a slit on the upper left thigh. You also noticed that there was a shoe box on the small table.

"Is today our anniversary..." you mumbled to yourself, trying to remember if there was any special celebration you guys are ought to celebrate today which you forgot, "I can't remember anything. Ha."

A smile made its way to your lips. Though you preferred to get ready with Luka with you, you had to admit you were excited of whatever surprise he had up for you.

You took a quick bath, dried and did your hair. You opted to let it down, rather than tie it up to a bun. After you did a light make-up to yourself, you put on the dress Luka brought for you.

You took steps to the mirror, standing infront of it, and you almost laughed at your reflection. You couldn't believe what you saw. You rarely believed you were beautiful, nor did really mind looking like it, but here you were looking like a whole different person.

You wore the ankle-strap block heels and walked around the room, chuckling as you went. These were the fanciest stuff you ever wore, and if Luka was right there, you for sure would give him a big hug for it.

After a couple of minutes, you heard a honk from outside of your home. You looked through the window and saw a limousine parked by the curb, making your jaw drop.

A limousine? Really?

You hurried to go out of your home, making sure the door was locked and secure. You walked towards the car and the man waiting by it. He gave you a small nod and smile, ushering you inside the fancy and shiny car before it drive off to a location you were very familiar of.

Of course you knew where it was, it was the restaurant Luka took you to for your first date. You smiled, his face surfacing in your mind. What is he up to, by the way?

You got off the car, and another man dressed in a suit ushered you once again inside of the fancy restaurant. You remembered how there was a butterfly-like sensation in your tummy when you first had the date with Luka, his hand firmly positioned on the small of your back.

You smiled at the memory, your eyes searching for his face in the crowd. "If I may ask...where is he, by the way?"

"Oh," the attendant smiled, "Mr. Dončić is already waiting for you in the VIP lounge, ma'am."

You were taken aback from what the attendant said, a chortle escaping from your throat, "VIP lounge? He really must've done something terrible this time."

You guys never even went to VIP on your first date, and the thought of it now, picqued your curiousity.

The man lead you to a large leathered double doors, and opened it for you, "Or he is about to do something...momentous."

You paused, staring deeply at the man next to you. You chose not to reply, but rather just responded with a small thank you to him before you went in. The door closed behind you, and in a second you were engulfed with the dim lights of the room. There were candles lit on the pathway, and even on the corners of the grand lounge.

A warmly-lit chandelier provided a dusky ambiance as you walked forward, the candles as your guide. It lead you to a lone table for two at the center of the room, already complete with table napkins, cutleries, glasses of wine, and plates.

You gasped a full set of air, your eyes starting to water on the sides. Just as you were about to cry in happy tears, your eyes landed on a pair of lovely green orbs, the same eyes you fell in love with for five years now.

He stood there, a large boquet of Tulips in his hands, in a stunning black suit, and a large warm smile on his face.