You should’ve known something was wrong when Luke texted you:
LUKE: Date night tonight. Just us.
The emphasis on just us should’ve been your first warning sign.
You were ten minutes into the date,ten,when Jack ruined everything.
You and Luke were sitting at a small corner table in a quiet restaurant, the kind with dim lighting and soft music. Luke looked nervous in a way you found painfully cute, fiddling with his napkin, glancing at you like he couldn’t quite believe this was real.
“This place is nice,” you said, smiling.
Luke relaxed a little. “Yeah? I wanted something calm.”
“Mission accomplished,” you teased.
He grinned. “Good. Because I,”
“LUKE!”
The voice echoed through the restaurant like a fire alarm.
You froze.
Luke physically flinched.
Slowly, both of you turned.
Jack stood at the entrance, hands on his hips, eyes wide like he’d just discovered buried treasure.
“Oh my god,” Jack said loudly. “You are here.”
Luke closed his eyes. “No.”
You blinked. “Is that,”
“Yes,” Luke muttered. “That’s Jack.”
Jack marched over, pulling out the chair opposite you and sitting down without asking. “This is crazy. I was just walking by and thought, ‘Wow, that guy looks like Luke Hughes but less attractive.’ And then I realized,it was Luke Hughes.”
Luke stared at him. “Why are you here.”
Jack shrugged. “I’m hungry.”
“You live ten minutes away.”
“And yet,” Jack said smugly, “here I am.”
You bit your lip to keep from laughing.
Luke noticed. “Don’t encourage him.”
Jack leaned toward you. “She likes me. I can tell.”
“She tolerates you,” Luke corrected.
Jack waved him off. “Same thing.”
The waitress arrived, looking confused. “Um… is he joining you?”
“No,” Luke said instantly.
“Yes,” Jack said at the same time.
You smiled politely. “He’s… emotionally joining us.”
Jack snapped his fingers. “Exactly.”
Luke leaned back in his chair, exasperated. “Jack, go away.”
Jack gasped. “Wow. Rude. In front of your girlfriend too.”
You tilted your head. “You third-wheel a lot, don’t you?”
Jack grinned. “It’s a gift.”
Luke groaned. “It’s a curse.”
Jack pointed at Luke. “He pretends he hates it, but if I stopped, he’d miss me.”
Luke shot him a look. “I absolutely would not.”
“Liar,” Jack said. “You’d text me within a week.”
You laughed. Luke turned red. “Okay, this was supposed to be romantic.”
Jack nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah… I sensed that. That’s why I came.”
Luke stared. “You came because of that?”
“Obviously.”
You covered your mouth. “You’re evil.”
Jack beamed. “Thank you.”
Somehow, despite Luke’s best efforts, Jack stayed. He ordered food. He stole fries. He told embarrassing childhood stories. Luke spent most of the dinner glaring at him while you laughed so hard your sides hurt.
By the time you left the restaurant, Luke was halfway to dramatic resignation.
“Okay,” Luke said firmly as you stepped outside. “Jack. We’re going home. Separately.”
Jack blinked. “What? No. I’m bored.”
Luke pointed down the street. “Your apartment is literally that way.”
Jack squinted. “I don’t like that direction.”
You laughed. “Luke, just let him walk with us.”
Luke turned to you, betrayed. “You too?”
“I’m sorry,” you said sweetly. “He’s kind of entertaining.”
Jack fist-pumped. “YES.”
Luke sighed. “I need new brothers.”
You walked a few blocks together, the city lights glowing around you. Luke tried to hold your hand.
Jack immediately wedged himself between you.
“Oh my god,” Luke snapped. “MOVE.”
“What?” Jack said innocently. “I’m just existing.”
“You’re aggressively existing.”
Jack slung an arm around Luke’s shoulders. “See? We’re bonding.”
Luke shoved him off. “You’re ruining the vibe.”
Jack shrugged. “The vibe is overrated.”
You reached around Jack and grabbed Luke’s hand anyway. Luke squeezed back immediately, like he’d been waiting for it.
Jack looked down. “Wow. Disrespectful.”
Luke smirked. “Good.”
You stopped walking suddenly. “Jack.”
He looked at you. “Yeah?”
“Do you do this on purpose?”
Jack considered it. “Yes.”
Luke groaned. “WHY.”
Jack smiled. “Because you’re different with her.”
Luke frowned. “Different how?”
“You’re soft,” Jack said simply. “And it’s annoying.”
You raised your eyebrows. Luke stared at him.
“That’s… not an insult,” Luke said.
Jack shrugged. “Didn’t say it was.”
You smiled. “He’s protective.”
“Disgustingly so,” Jack agreed. “You should see him when she’s late replying.”
Luke turned red. “Stop.”
Jack ignored him. “He paces. Like a dad.”
Luke pointed at him. “You are never telling anyone that.”
“Oh, I’m absolutely telling everyone.”
By the time you reached your apartment, Luke looked exhausted.
“Okay,” Luke said, opening the door. “Jack. This is where you leave.”
Jack stepped inside. “Wow. Cozy.”
Luke froze. “Why are you inside.”
Jack shrugged. “I assumed I was invited.”
“You were not.”
You laughed, toeing off your shoes. “Jack, you want a drink?”
Luke whipped his head toward you. “NO.”
Jack gasped. “She wants me here.”
Luke stared at you, betrayed all over again. “You’re enjoying this.”
You smiled. “Just a little.”
Jack plopped onto the couch. “So. How long have you two been disgustingly in love?”
Luke crossed his arms. “We’re not,”
“Six months,” you said.
Luke blinked. “Why did you answer that.”
Jack nodded. “Knew it.”
Luke ran a hand through his hair. “Jack, please. I just wanted one night. One.”
Jack looked at him, expression softening just slightly. “You’ll get it.”
“When?” Luke asked.
“Eventually,” Jack said. “Probably when I get a girlfriend.”
You tilted your head. “And when will that be?”
Jack shrugged. “Never. I thrive on chaos.”
Luke dropped onto the couch beside you, defeated. “I hate you.”
Jack smiled. “Love you too.”
There was a pause.
Then Jack stood. “Alright. I’ll go.”
Luke looked up. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Jack said. “I’ve done enough damage for one night.”
You smiled. “Thank you.”
Jack grinned. “Anytime.”
He headed for the door, then paused. “Oh,and Luke?”
Luke sighed. “What.”
“You’re lucky,” Jack said. “Don’t mess it up.”
Luke blinked, caught off guard. “I won’t.”
Jack nodded, satisfied, and left.
The door closed.
Silence.
Luke leaned back, rubbing his face. “I’m so sorry.”
You laughed, turning toward him. “That was the most chaotic date I’ve ever been on.”
“And?”
“And I kind of loved it.”
He smiled weakly. “You’re insane.”
You leaned in, kissing him softly. “But I’m yours.”
Luke melted instantly, hands pulling you closer. “Worth every interruption.”
You rested your forehead against his. “Even Jack?”
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requested: yes | req: i love your angst! i was wondering if you could do maybe like a bad argument between them with lucy around? maybe like they didn’t realize they were starting to yell and she wakes up all scared. i feel like luke’s definitely the type to be overly friendly with an ex/fwb because he’s just a friendly guy. or maybe he’s gone out with his friends and reader caught him a bit too cuddled up with another girl. food for thought if you want to use it☺️
pair: dad!luke hughes x mom!reader.
genre: heavy angst, hurt, comfort, family drama, happy ending.
warnings: intense marital argument, brief yelling in the house while child is present (unintentional), emotional distress, insecurities, mention of online hate toward reader, fear of separation/divorce, crying child, alcohol is not central but mentioned, very raw emotions.
summary: you and luke swore that once lucy was born you would never fight in front of her. for four years you kept that promise. until the day a blurry instagram story showed luke at a ‘boys’ lunch’ sitting thigh-to-thigh with his ex-girlfriend, arm draped behind her chair like nothing had changed since college. when you confront him, the conversation turns into the worst fight you’ve ever had, a loud, ugly, and unfortunately loud enough to wake your daughter from her nap. you walk out. luke stays. and lucy, your brilliant, heartbreakingly perceptive four-year-old, starts asking the question no parent ever wants to hear ‘did you stop loving mommy?’.
fia’s note: sorry to anyone actually named lauren, i didn’t mean anything by using that name, but it just fit the story. i hope everyone enjoys this little angsty piece for dad!luke. i really appreciate every single comment, truly. and if you ever want to yap, i’m always open and absolutely loving that too!! I MISS YAPPING!!! also thank you for 600 followers!! love you all very much 🫶🫶
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You used to love the way Luke was kind to everyone.
It was the first thing that made you fall for him, especially how he never let an awkward silence linger when someone felt left out. That kindness was the reason you felt safe building a life with him. Safe enough to marry him, safe enough to have Lucy when half the internet called you a ‘puck bunny who trapped him.’
Today that same kindness feels like a blade between your ribs.
Luke kissed you both goodbye at 11:17 a.m., told you he was grabbing lunch with ‘the boys’ after morning skate. You waved from the doorway, Lucy on your hip waving her little stuffed moose, shouting,
“Bye Snoopy! Bring me french fries!”
He came home at 3:42 p.m., Lucy was down for her nap. You were curled on your side of the bed scrolling absent-mindedly while Luke stretched out beside you, thumb rubbing slow circles on your ankle like nothing was wrong.
Then you opened Instagram.
A mutual friend, someone who went to Michigan with them had posted a story from the restaurant. The video was shaky, music loud, but the camera panned across the table and there he was.
Your husband.
Wedged onto a banquet seat between Nico and Luke ex-girlfriend Lauren.
His left arm was stretched along the back of the booth behind her shoulders. Her head was tilted toward him, laughing at something he’d just said. His right hand held a beer, but the way his fingers curled loosely near her collarbone made your stomach drop.
You replayed it four times just to be sure your eyes weren’t lying.
Luke noticed you’d gone still.
“Babe?”
You turned the phone toward him without a word.
He blinked, sat up slowly. “It’s just lunch.”
“You said it was the boys.”
“It was mostly the boys. Lauren was there with Sarah and them.”
“You sat next to her.”
“That was the only seat left when I got there.”
“Your arm…”
“It’s a booth, babe. There’s no room.”
You stared at him. “You lied to me.”
“I didn’t lie. I just… didn’t mention she’d be there because I knew you’d get upset.”
“So you admit you knew I’d be upset and you still went. And still sat like that.”
Luke exhaled through his nose. “This again.”
“Yes, Luke. This again. Because nothing ever changes.”
He rubbed a hand over his face.
“She’s in the friend group. She’s been in the friend group since we were nineteen. I’m not gonna be the dick who tells her she can’t come to brunch.”
“I’m not asking you to ban her from earth, Luke. I’m asking why you let her sit that close, why your arm was around her, why you didn’t tell me the truth.”
“Because there the second I say her name you turn into this.” He gestured vaguely at you.
Your voice shook a little. “Do you even hear yourself? You think I like feeling crazy?”
“I think you look for reasons to be mad about her.”
Silence. Cold and sharp.
You sat up fully, knees pulled to your chest.
“Luke. Do you know she still wants you?”
He hesitated. That half-second was all you needed.
“You do know,” you whispered. “You know and you let her think she still has a shot.”
“I have zero intention of doing anything with her. Zero. You know that.”
“I do know that. But she doesn’t. And the longer you keep hugging her goodbye, keep letting her touch your arm, keep sitting like you’re still single, the longer she thinks maybe one day you’ll wake up and remember how easy it was with her before the wife and the kid and the hate comments.”
Luke’s jaw flexed. “She’s not like that. She wouldn’t try to—”
“She’s a woman who watches you on TV everynight and still texts you memes at 1 a.m. She knows exactly what the fuck she’s doing.”
“You’re making her into some mastermind. She’s just… Lauren.”
“Exactly. Just Lauren. Who you keep giving hope to because you’re too kind to hurt her feelings.”
“No, I’m not”
“Luke, you’re married. You have a daughter asleep twenty feet away. There is a line.”
He stood up, pacing to the window.
“So what’s the rule? I’m not allowed to talk to any woman I’ve ever dated? Should I burn every bridge so my wife doesn’t have to feel threatened?”
“Stop twisting this. I’m not threatened by her. I’m tired of watching my husband act single in front of a girl who wants him back.”
“I don’t act single!”
“You sat with your arm around her!”
“Because it’s a fucking booth!”
“Stop yelling,” you hissed.
“I’m not—” He caught himself, lowered his voice. “I’m not yelling.”
But you were. Both of you were breathing too hard.
You stood up too, grabbing your keys from the dresser.
“You know what? Do whatever you want. Stay friends. Sit wherever. Let her think whatever she wants. I’m done being the nagging wife who ruins brunch.”
“Babe—“
“No. I’m done. Luke, I’m done.”
You were halfway down the hall when you heard the soft creak of Lucy’s bedroom door.
You froze in place.
Luke did too.
Tiny feet padded across hardwood. Lucy appeared in the doorway of your bedroom rubbing her eyes with the sleeve of her unicorn pajamas, curls a wild halo.
“Mommy?” Her voice was small. “Why you yelling?”
Your heart cracked clean in half.
Luke moved first, crouching down. “Hey, Luce. Mommy and Snoopy were just talking too loud. We didn’t mean to wake you.”
Lucy looked from him to you, then back again.
“Snoopy made Mommy cry.”
You hadn’t even realized tears were on your cheeks.
You wiped them fast, forced a smile.
“I’m okay, baby. Mommy’s just gonna go for a little drive. Snoopy’s here, okay”
You couldn’t look at Luke when you said it.
You kissed Lucy’s forehead, grabbed your coat, and left.
The door shut with a soft click that somehow sounded louder than any slam.
Luke stood in the hallway staring at the closed door like he could will you back through it.
Then Lucy tugged on his hoodie string.
“Snoopy? Where Mommy going?”
He swallowed. “Mommy needs some air, Luce. She’ll be back soon.”
Lucy’s bottom lip wobbled. “You made her sad.”
The guilt hit him so hard he had to sit on the floor right there in the hallway.
“I know, baby. I messed up.”
Lucy crawled into his lap, small hands framing his face the way you do when you’re trying to make him listen.
“Snoopy. You gotta say sorry.”
“I will, princess. I promise.”
She nodded solemnly, then brighter, “Can we go see Nana and Papa? I wanna show Papa my new moose backpack.”
Luke latched onto the lifeline like a drowning man.
“Yeah… Yeah, let’s do that.”
The drive to his parents’ house in Michigan was forty-five minutes of Luke replaying every word you’d said on loop while Lucy sang along to the Frozen soundtrack in her car seat.
Halfway there she went quiet.
“Snoopy?”
“Yeah, Luce?”
“Did you stop loving Mommy?”
He almost swerved off the road.
“No, baby. God no. Snoopy loves Mommy more than anything.”
Lucy picked at the strap of her backpack.
“Then why Mommy leave?”
Luke had no answer that a four-year-old could understand.
When they pulled into Jim and Ellen’s driveway, Jack’s Jeep and Quinn’s Range Rover were already there. Apparently the whole family had decided to descend on their parents this weekend.
Great.
Lucy bolted out of the car the second her car seat was unbuckled, running straight into Jack’s arms the moment he opened the door and straight into Luke’s parents house.
“Uncle Rowdy!!!”
“There’s my favorite, Lucy Luce!” Jack swung her up.
“Where’s your mom, Luce?”
Lucy went very serious. “I think Snoopy made Mommy sad.”
The entire room went still.
Ellen’s eyes snapped to Luke.
Jim set his coffee down slowly.
Quinn just raised an eyebrow that somehow said more than words ever could.
Jack, sensing the tension, scooped Lucy higher.
“Hey Luce, wanna go show me that new Lego castle Uncle Quinn got you? It’s in the basement.”
Lucy nodded and let Jack carry her away.
The second they were gone Ellen spoke.
“Lukey. What did you do?”
Luke rubbed the back of his neck. “Can we not do this with an audience?”
Quinn leaned against the counter, arms crossed.
“Pretty sure the audience is already involved, considering your four-year-old just announced it to the room.”
Jim just pointed at the couch. “Sit.”
Luke sat.
He told them everything. The lunch. The photo. The fight. The way Lucy woke up. The way you walked out.
When he finished, the silence was deafening.
Ellen spoke first, voice soft but steel underneath.
“Luke… I love you. But you screwed this up royally.”
“I know.”
“Do you?” Quinn asked.
“Because this isn’t the first time she’s brought this up. It’s the fifth. Maybe sixth.”
Luke opened his mouth. Closed it.
Quinn kept going. “You’re the luckiest idiot on planet earth, you know that? She gave up everything to be with you. California, her friends, her anonymity. She gets death threats in her DMs just because she has our last name. And everytime she says ‘hey, you know what, this makes me uncomfortable,’ you act like she’s asking you to set the girl on fire.”
“I’m not trying to…”
“You are,” Jim cut in. “Son, listen to me. Kindness without boundaries is just people-pleasing. And right now you’re pleasing everyone except the one person who actually matters.”
Luke’s voice cracked. “She said she’s done.”
Ellen’s eyes filled. “Then you’d better make sure she knows that’s not an option. Because if you lose her over this, if you let your need to be the nice guy cost you your family. I will never forgive you.”
Luke dropped his head into his hands.
Quinn moved to sit beside him, clapping a hand on his shoulder.
“You know we love you. But Mom’s right. Fix it. Today.”
Upstairs, Jack was reading Lucy her fourth book when she looked up at him with those huge hazel eyes.
“Uncle Rowdy?”
“Yeah, Luce?”
“Is Mommy gonna come get me?”
Jack’s chest ached. “Of course she is, kiddo. Moms always come back.”
Lucy nodded slowly. “I hope she brings Snoopy with her when she does.”
You drove for two hours.
You cried for the first thirty minutes, screamed for the next ten, then just… drove. Past the arena, past the little park where Luke taught Lucy to skate last winter, past the grocery store where the cashier still calls you ‘Mrs. Hughes’ with a smile.
Your phone buzzed nonstop.
Luke
baby please come home
i’m so sorry
i took luce to mom and dad’s
please just tell me you’re safe
You didn’t answer.
At 6:47 p.m. you pulled into Jim and Ellen’s driveway because you couldn’t stand the idea of Lucy thinking you’d left her too.
You were barely out of the car when the front door flew open and Lucy launched herself at your legs.
“Mommy!”
You dropped to your knees, hugging her so tight she squeaked.
“Hi, baby. Mommy missed you.”
Lucy pulled back, hands on your cheeks. “Snoopy said sorry a lot. He cried a little. But don’t tell him I told you.”
Your eyes flicked up.
Luke was standing in the doorway, hands shoved in his pockets, eyes red and swollen.
Ellen appeared behind him, touching his shoulder gently.
“Why don’t you two take the porch? We’ve got Lucy.”
You stood slowly, Lucy clinging to your hand.
Luke stepped aside so you could come in, but you stayed on the porch. For a long minute neither of you spoke.
Then Luke broke.
“I’m sorry.” His voice was hoarse.
“I’m so fucking sorry.”
You looked at him, arms wrapped around yourself.
“I told Lauren everything,” he said quickly.
“Told her I was wrong to let things blur, that I have a wife and a daughter and I won’t risk them for anything. Told her if she can’t respect boundaries then she’s not welcome around me anymore. She cried. I left.”
“I blocked her,” he continued.
“Deleted every old message. I’m not trying to be the nice guy anymore. I’m trying to be your husband.”
Your eyes filled again.
“I don’t want to be kind if it hurts you,” he whispered.
“I don’t want to be anything if it’s not with you.”
You looked away, toward the Christmas lights blinking on the neighbors’ houses.
Lucy’s voice came from inside, loud and clear.
“Nana, can Snoopy and Mommy kiss and make up now? I helped!”
Ellen’s muffled “Luce!” followed.
You laughed once, wet and broken.
Luke stepped closer. “I love you more than hockey. More than being liked. More than anything. Please come home.”
You looked at him then, really looked. The boy you married was still there, but older now. Tired. Scared.
You reached for his hand.
He grabbed it like it was the only thing keeping him afloat.
“I love you too,” you said quietly. “But if this ever happens again—”
“No, It won’t. I swear on everything. On Lucy. On us.”
You nodded slowly.
He pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your hair. You felt his tears on your neck.
“I’m sorry I made you feel alone in this,” he whispered. “Never again.”
Behind you, the door creaked open. Lucy peeked out, grinning huge.
“Are we a family again?”
Luke laughed through his tears.
“Yeah, baby. We’re always a family.”
Lucy ran out in her socks, throwing her arms around both your legs.
You bent down, scooping her up between you.
She looked at Luke very seriously.
“Snoopy, you gotta say sorry to Mommy with flowers. And ice cream. And maybe a pony.”
Luke kissed her cheek. “How about flowers and ice cream and a new moose?”
Lucy considered this. “Deal.”
That night you drove home together, Lucy asleep in her car seat, clutching the new stuffed moose Quinn had apparently bought ‘just in case.’
Luke held your hand the whole way.
When you got home he carried Lucy to bed, tucked her in, then came to find you in the kitchen.
He wrapped his arms around you from behind, chin on your shoulder.
“I’m gonna spend the rest of my life making sure you never have to wonder again,” he murmured.
You turned in his arms, pressing your forehead to his.
“Good,” you whispered.
“Because I’m planning on keeping you forever.”
He kissed you slow and deep, the way he did the night he proposed, the night Lucy was born, the night you said yes to everything.
Later in bed, he pulled you close, fingers tracing the ring on your left hand.
could you do a fic about bud having a fever and being super clingy and luke obviously takes care of him!? that would be so adorable 🫶
I have been so excited to write this one! Even though he’s not real, Bud makes me feel so maternal😭
Luke’s not used to the roles being reversed much. He’s not used to waking up in his own bed alone but it’s also the least of his worries right now. His heartbeat spikes hearing Bud’s cries from the other room, tearing off the duvet, throwing the nearest t-shirt over his head, pulling on sweats from the floor and speed walking through the hallway, feet slapping on the wood until he opens Bud’s bedroom door. You had told him he was running a fever before you left for your appointment and Luke knows he threw up in the night, but even so, hearing Bud cry out tugs Luke’s heartstrings hard.
He creeps in, groggy but pained to see Bud with reaching out to him, the cloth on his forehead on his lap and tears streaming down his cheeks. Luke moves the cloth onto the nightstand and scoops Bud into his arms slowly, carefully, rubbing his back gently as Bud snuggles into Luke’s shoulder, his cries becoming sobs as his tears feel warm seeping into Luke’s shirt.
“Hey, hey, daddy’s here.” He comforts softly, “What’s wrong, Bud?”
He knows what’s wrong. Of course he does, but he wants to know what’s bothering Bud from Bud’s perspective, letting him communicate the best he can for a toddler still learning how to do so.
“Daddy!” He wails, his cheeks burning and Luke can feel how warm he is, too warm as you’d said but Luke continues to soothe his back, “Tummy hurts.”
Luke dips sideways awkwardly to pick up Bud’s moose stuffed toy and the damp cloth. Bud’s cries muffle into sobs, pushing away from Luke’s shoulder and taking Moose from Luke, clutching him to his chest with a wobbly lip.
“Your tummy hurts? Mummy told me you were sick in the night, is that right?” Luke speaks ever so calmly, throwing the cloth over his shoulder and watching Bud nod his head and sniff. “Let’s get you comfy on the couch, yeah?”
Luke offers him a smile and Bud falls quiet again, his tears and sobs coming to a natural stop with Luke being there, listening and he believes he can make it go away. Though Luke doesn’t truly think Bud’s stomach hurts, it’s more a nauseous feeling that Bud can’t describe but either way he’s not well.
They enter the living room and Luke places Bud on the sofa, disappearing briefly to find a towel and lay on the cushions before putting together a make-shift bed, laying Bud down and leaving again quickly. Bud doesn’t fuss, nor whine, or cry, he cuddles to his stuffed toy and watches the birds hop on the garden fence. Luke returns shortly with a thin blanket over one arm, medicine and a sippy cup in his hands and a bowl tucked under his arm, settling beside Bud with the designated sick bowl on the coffee table just in case. But Bud doesn’t stay lying down in this make-shift bed, he sits, giving Luke the opportunity to pour a small dose of medicine and feed it to him before Bud curls into Luke’s side, peering up at him despite being sleepy still.
“Where mummy?” He asks, rubbing his feet together as Luke wraps his arm around him.
Luke pats down his bedhead while turning the TV on, switching to the children’s channel for a little while. You and Luke monitor how much TV Bud watches, but usually on a Saturday you would take Bud down the rink for a skating lesson but since he’s unwell, Luke can’t do that - even though he has two weeks off because of the Winter Olympics - so all he can do is keep him entertained until he wants to sleep. But Bud doesn’t get to see Luke like this, not often so why would he want to sleep? He’s got his dad for a whole day and all he wants to do is be with him.
“Mummy’s getting her nails painted, you know how she has the pretty colours?” Luke replies, pointing to Bud’s fingernails, “There’s a person who paints them for her. Aaand sometimes they put stickers of animals or glitter on too.”
He does his best to explain a nail appointment as simple as he can, Bud nodding along. Luke knows he probably has no idea what he’s talking about, but he’ll understand when you return with new nails.
“Water…” Bud croaks, making grabby hands at the sippy cup on the coffee table, but Luke waits, asking him for the magic word, “Please.”
“Good boy.” He hands him the sippy cup, “I’ll get you a snack, kiddo. Hang in there.”
Bud watches Luke, tracking him, as he walks into the kitchen behind them. He places the sippy cup on the cushions and swivels around, kneeling and watching Luke put bread in the toaster from behind the sofa. Luke expects the TV to keep Bud a little occupied while he waits, but two small arms wrap around his leg, whimpering like a lost puppy. Luke peers down as the toast pops and he drops it onto a small plate before guiding Bud back to the sofa. Except he does go back to the sofa, he wanders over to the bookshelf and pulls out a book, bringing it back and then Luke lifts him back to the make-shift bed just for him to snuggle back into Luke’s side. Luke sets the plate on Bud’s lap in exchange for the book, the title one he read to him three days ago - The Very Hungry Caterpillar. He chuckles, winding an arm around the boy and opening the page.
“Alright, the very hungry caterpillar…” Luke begins, feeling Bud lean into him.
He’s read this book hundreds of times and he’s pretty sure Bud will be able to recite it from memory one day, but he thinks the attachment comes from sentiment. You gave him the book for his birthday, not that Bud really knows that concept well, he just knows you physically handed him the book and that was enough for him to deem it his favourite. Luke can’t judge him for it; he uses the same mug whenever he has a hot drink because you bought it for him for his birthday before you started dating. It’s a stupid gag mug that says, ‘the sexiest brother’. The best gift you ever gave him was the little one sitting next to him, filling in the gaps when Luke stops reading to let him feel that achievement and hear the sliver of a giggle.
⋆˚࿔ tina's note 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ a sweet little blurb while trying to get enough motivation to write the stories i promised a couple weeks ago (oops). might just write a bunch of iwheo parts because im in the mood for dad!luke though
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It’s too late for the twins to be awake but they are Hughes kids and inherited their uncle Jack’s fear of missing out, so the sleepy three year olds sit side by side on a chair right next to where their dad and uncles sit, Arya looks at them from the other side of the yard where she stands with Nicole and her sister Ava “They are going to fall off that chair” She mutters excusing herself and walking to her children and fiancé “Hi my loves, why don’t we go inside to sleep huh?” She asks kneeling in front of them.
Luke’s attention shifts towards his family when Arya arrives, face softening at the sight of his fiancée kneeling in front of their kids “No mama, party’s not over” Milo’s voice is laced with sleep and his eyelids are droopy, his sister is not much better
“The party is over babe, now it’s just boring adults talking about nothing fun” Arya tries to rationalize “And if you don’t go to bed now you’ll feel all grumpy and tired tomorrow”
“Mama’s right” Luke chimes in “It’s way past your bedtime, you two need to sleep”
“But daddy-“ Maeve whines “What if something super fun happens and we inside?”
“Then I’ll come get you” Luke says fighting a laugh at how ridiculous the twins look fighting sleep when they’re clearly losing that fight.
“No you won’t” Milo whines.
“Okay how about this? Come here, you can cuddle with me and sleep here, that way you won’t miss it if something happens” The twins think about it the way they often consider their parents offers, staring into each other’s eyes with a silent conversation that only they know about
After a couple seconds they shrug and then nod at their dad “Fine” Maeve agrees and they both jump into their father’s awaiting arms falling asleep as soon as they settle in there.
“We’re going to have our hands full in a couple months” Arya sits on the chair her kids were occupying before rubbing her belly.
“We already do” Luke smiles down at the twins. “But it’s alright, we’ll figure it out” He pulls her chair closer to his after securing the kids and returns to his previous conversation when her head settles on his shoulder.
rosey_yn: luke jr. is a tad excited about seeing her favorite uncle later!
jackhughes: i am not liking this because it isn’t clear if she is going to be happy to be seeing me or the other uncle.
-> rosey_yn: jackhughes pipe down wack.
_quinnhughes: can’t wait to see and spoil my favorite girl! (emmy before any one says anything)
rosey_yn added to her story
*couldn’t hang the whole trip*
jackhughes 2mins
liked by rosey_yn, lhughes_06, and others
jackhughes: pictures of me and mini bestie before my brother steals her 😓
_quinnhughes: you are so weird
lhughes_06: what did you dress my daughter in
nicohischier : mini lukey was so much fun to ride bikes with.
njdevils: future devil!
lhughes_06 just posted to his story
*when you get to uncle q’s but he’s not here*
*vs when uncle q gets home*
notes: so sorry for the long hiatus on timeless, i have been stuck on ideas for quite some time. as always this is a create together work if you have any ideas please send them to my inbox. 🩵
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Hey, how’s it going?!! is it possible that you could write a dad!luke x fem! reader and please make it super duper fluffy. I kinda always imagined Luke as a girl dad!
Sorry it took me so long to get to this. I went through a massive slump, but I'm back, and hopefully, I'll keep it up this time. I realised about halfway through that you might be talking about single dad!luke and so I apologise if this wasn't what you had in mind!
It had been a long day, you'd been yelled st by countless entitled customers st the coffee shop where you worked, and you just wanted to get home.
When you did eventually finish your shift and make your way home, you were insntely net with the sound of giggles as you entered the small house you shared with your fiance, and the young daughter daughter you had together.
You crept up the stairs to your daughters room, not wanting to disturb whatever was happening, and the sight you were met with was nothing short of adorable.
Luke and your daughter were sat on the floor of her bedroom, dolls and teddies making up the rest of the circle, with the little plastic tea cups placed in front of each 'person'
The little girl was smiling and giggling, making up some fake gossip and talking in a posh voice, she was wearing one of her princess dresses, and like had on a tiara and some rather.. messy makeup smudged over his eyes and lips.
The sight melted your heart, making you forget all about your rough day at work.
sometimes I wonder how life would've been if you hadn't left.
(so.... this was supposed to be a dad!Luke board but I couldn't find enough pics and the angst monster possessed me for sec. 😵💫 this is so bittersweet nfrjifnrdemjo)
