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 š«¶
I have been so excited to write this one! Even though heās not real, Bud makes me feel so maternalšĀ
Lukeās not used to the roles being reversed much. Heās not used to waking up in his own bed alone but itās also the least of his worries right now. His heartbeat spikes hearing Budās 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 Budās 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 Lukeās 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 Lukeās shoulder, his cries becoming sobs as his tears feel warm seeping into Lukeās shirt.Ā
āHey, hey, daddyās here.ā He comforts softly, āWhatās wrong, Bud?ā
He knows whatās wrong. Of course he does, but he wants to know whatās bothering Bud from Budās perspective, letting him communicate the best he can for a toddler still learning how to do so.Ā Ā
āDaddy!ā He wails, his cheeks burning and Luke can feel how warm he is, too warm as youād said but Luke continues to soothe his back, āTummy hurts.ā
Luke dips sideways awkwardly to pick up Budās moose stuffed toy and the damp cloth. Budās cries muffle into sobs, pushing away from Lukeās shoulder and taking Moose from Luke, clutching him to his chest with a wobbly lip.Ā
āYour tummy hurts? Mummy told me you were sick in the night, is that right?ā Luke speaks ever so calmly, throwing the cloth over his shoulder and watching Bud nod his head and sniff. āLetās get you comfy on the couch, yeah?ā
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 doesnāt truly think Budās stomach hurts, itās more a nauseous feeling that Bud canāt describe but either way heās not well.Ā
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 doesnāt 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 doesnāt 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 Lukeās side, peering up at him despite being sleepy still.Ā
āWhere mummy?ā 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 childrenās 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 heās unwell, Luke canāt 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 doesnāt get to see Luke like this, not often so why would he want to sleep? Heās got his dad for a whole day and all he wants to do is be with him.Ā
āMummyās getting her nails painted, you know how she has the pretty colours?ā Luke replies, pointing to Budās fingernails, āThereās a person who paints them for her. Aaand sometimes they put stickers of animals or glitter on too.āĀ
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 heās talking about, but heāll understand when you return with new nails.Ā
āWaterā¦ā Bud croaks, making grabby hands at the sippy cup on the coffee table, but Luke waits, asking him for the magic word, āPlease.ā
Ā āGood boy.ā He hands him the sippy cup, āIāll get you a snack, kiddo. Hang in there.ā
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 Lukeās side. Luke sets the plate on Budās 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.Ā
āAlright, the very hungry caterpillarā¦ā Luke begins, feeling Bud lean into him.
Heās read this book hundreds of times and heās 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 canāt 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. Itās a stupid gag mug that says, āthe sexiest brotherā. 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.
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hi!!! first of all I would like to say that I was the anon who requested the cowboy!jack fic and it was so sweet and perfect so thank you!!! Could I request some Luke and Bud? I love that little guy, maybe something holiday themed like present shopping/wrapping or Christmas movies
Ā Hi nonnie!! Iām so glad you liked it and thank you for requesting cowboy!Jack!! In the Christmas spirit, of course you can have some Bud and Luke!!Ā
The Christmas tree sparkles and the fireplace crackles, Luke sits on the living room floor, back against the sofa as he takes a deep breath at the equipment in front of him; scissors, tape, wrapping paper and your gifts. Budās quietly playing his animal keyboard, repeating every animal he presses on the keys when it speaks out to him, the hum of the TV playing some Christmas film almost drowned out by his toy. But it gives Luke the chance to get on with wrapping with youāre out shopping. He hates wrapping but only because you always make it look so easy and clean, while his always looks messy and the tape sticks to itself. He manages, though, getting past the bigger gifts successfully until heās left with the smaller, more fiddly and weirdly shaped ones.Ā
Taking a break from hunching over, he leans back against the sofa again, huffing and stretching his arms and back while Budās keyboard falls silent, swivelling around to see what Lukeās doing. He crawls over in a hurry, perching his hands on Lukeās thigh and takes a look at the wrapping paper and items in front of Luke while also clocking that the TV is also on.Ā Ā
āHey, Bud. You okay?ā Luke asks, wrapping his arm around the boy and stroking his hair gently.Ā
He looks up with curious bug eyes and Luke notices Budās lost a sock somehow but thereās no doubt heāll find it later in an unlikely place, last time he found a rogue sock in his hockey bag while on the road. Luke smiles at him, watching him think about his words.
āWhat Daddy doing?ā he asks, glancing down at the wrapping station and back up to Luke.Ā
āIām wrapping Mummyās Christmas present I got for her. Do you wanna help?āĀ
Bud nods silently, awaiting some sort of instruction. Luke removes his hand from his head, only for Bud to make a whining noise and pout his lips. Itās then Luke knows where he got that from, he does the same thing when you stop scratching his back. So, he continues stroking the boyās hair, watching his eyes meet his again.
āWhere Mummy?ā Bud continues, as if heās just noticed youāre not home despite hugging you goodbye earlier that day.Ā
Luke chuckles, pointing to the TV where Santa appears, Budās head following his finger, āMummy is talking to Santa about your Christmas presents. Sheās telling him about what a good boy youāve been.ā
Bud snaps his head back around to face Luke and he feels it coming. He knows that look on Budās face, the big eyes, parted lips, the way heās getting fidgety. Luke scoops him up from under his arms, lifting him to sit between his legs and planting a kiss to the crown of his head.Ā
āWhy?ā Bud tips his head back into Lukeās chest, asking exactly what Luke knew was coming because heās come to grow closer to this phase of asking āwhyā after everything.Ā
He knew this would come, but sometimes even he doesnāt know how to answer and neither do you. Earlier before youād left, Bud asked why you were going out, and you had told him to see Santa. He asked why again, and you replied by telling him that if you didnāt, he wouldnāt get any presents for Christmas. And he asked again until Luke managed to intervene and somehow, with his Luke charm, persuaded Bud to say goodbye and lure him away with the offer of a snack.Ā
Luke gives a small laugh, pulling one of the smaller presents towards Budās legs, unrolling a tube of wrapping paper and setting the gift on it, mapping out how much he needs to cut off while Bud tilts his head forward to watch his hands move, tucking his feet closer to him as if to try and keep out the way, his toes wiggling.Ā
āBecause only good boys and girls get presents from Santa. If youāre on his naughty list, no presents.ā Luke explains, hearing Budās tiny gasp at the no presents part of the story, his hands covering his mouth as Luke glides the scissors through the paper before setting them out of Budās reach. He peers down at him and his surprise, tickling him gently as Budās giggles radiate a warm joy between them before he stops and kisses his head again. āBut youāve been good, little man, lots of presents for you.ā
Bud kicks his little legs at the praise, his attention being slowly obtained by the film playing on the TV until heās entranced as Luke continues his clumsy wrapping, now with the addition of a child cosying against him.Ā
āGoodā¦ā Bud whispers, repeating Luke like a personal mimic.Ā
He does that a lot with Luke, repeats what he says and does, so Luke tries his best to be on his best behaviour (as you say) around him. Heās the example and quite a few times heās caught the child copying him like this. If heās not repeating what he says, itās those toys that make noises he has - animal names, sounds, even tunes and songs. He once went through a phase of meowing when he learned about it.Ā
Luke pulls off tape from the dispenser, his other hand holding the paper around the gift, Budās attention caught by the āsnap!ā sound, flinching and blinking slightly. Luke pinches the tape between his fingers, bringing it closer to Bud.
āCan you stick this here?ā Luke asks, his finger tapping the gift as Bud pinches the tape as Luke did, laying it over the paper where he was directed with no argument, just his usual curiosity. Itās crumpled but itāll do, youāll be tearing it apart anyway. āGood job, Buddy! Wanna do the next one?āĀ
Bud hums, making pinching motion with his fingers as Luke makes another fold, holding the paper in place and pulling off more tape. He carefully hands it over, Bud repeating what he did before with Lukeās praise. As a team, they managed to wrap the final present up, Bud cheering while Luke scoops him up, showering him in compliments and cuddles. Bud didnāt do much, but Luke will always praise him like he did everything.
New ODAAT is so sweet :') Can we talk about our baby Bud? I feel like Bud is truly the sweetest calmest little kid ever. Maybe this is because I see Luke as super calm but i feel like Buds not that stereotypical crazy boy.
Of course we can!! I actually had him like this in mind!!Ā
Budās not the stereotypical crazy boy; heās a lot calmer and quieter than you thought heād be.Ā
Of course, in the beginning, he cried as babies do when they need something, but he had no problem with settling into some sort of routine, making it easier for you and Luke to accommodate. He slept at the set time, he woke at a set time, he liked to eat at certain times - he called the shots and all you and Luke had to do is follow his lead. But you werenāt all that surprised, Lukeās balanced and your mother always told you that you followed a routine so Bud showing both those aspects of you is heart-warming, a reminder that he is yours.Ā
The difficult part was feeding him, discovering he was a picky eater was frustrating enough but when there was something he did like, he happily took the spoon into his mouth, followed by a smile of satisfaction. When he didnāt enjoy the food, you were shocked to find no fuss, no tears, no spitting anything out, just his face screwing up unpleasantly with firm refusal to open his mouth. And it wasnāt so bad, the happy hums he made brightened the room and reminded you that he is your life, your blood and your soul.Ā
As a baby and infant, his hand was always quick to hold either yours or Lukeās finger, sometimes falling asleep while doing so. It was a sweet gestureā¦until he realised that he could put things in his mouth. Your finger, Lukeās finger, hoodie strings, teddies, all would be attempted to go into the mouth and slobbered on.
Even through infancy to now as a toddler, Bud adores playing with Luke, and once again, heās not rambunctious, or prone to being destructive but he does enjoy launching a stuffed toy or three across the living roomā¦and smacking Luke with anything he can get his hands on. Toys that make noise are his favourites, musical ones specifically and itās often the bane of your existence, hearing him hit the same button on the keyboard that makes animal noises repeatedly, only encouraged by Luke yet the giggles that follow make it all okay. Cars and trucks fascinate him, but also bring a lot of dirt and mud, his clothes and knees constantly stained with grass or mud from playing outside but he loves it, loves exploring and loves playing with next doorās pets that find themselves in your garden. When he was younger, Budās other favourite toy was found by accident. Luke decided to lay on the floor, holding out a toy for Bud to grab but instead, Budās little hand grabbed Lukeās hair, hard. Now, Luke doesnāt mind when you grab his hair, but babies have no sense of strength or otherās pain, and his son seemed to enjoy Lukeās face twisting up. It then meant Lukeās hair was pulled at every opportunity. Now, at two-years-old, thankfully heās seemed to outgrow that phase, replacing it with telling you that your hair is pretty (and youāre sure Lukeās influenced that).Ā
What Bud does love, is being cuddled. Man, does he love to be held. Not in an extremely clingy way, he wonāt fuss if heās alone (he never did much even as an infant) but if you or Luke are sat on the sofa, Bud must follow, must be sat with or on one of you and he sits and stares at you with wide and adoring eyes, as if memorising both of your faces. Heās much clingier with you, Luke thinks he prefers you, if heās honest, but a small pang of guilt creates that idea - guilty that heās not around as much as you due to hockey but your voice reminding him that heās there when it really matters soothes the biting feeling. It doesnāt occur to Bud, however, heās two, as long as he can eat macaroni cheese and pet next doorās cat, heās happy.Ā
There is one thing about Budās personality that you take pride in, Luke too and itās how much of a sweetheart he is. You know it, Luke knows it, his nursery teachers know it. He knows when you miss Luke, and those are the moments where heāll cuddle up with his moose stuffed toy. He knows when youāre upset and if he hears you cry, heās hugging your legs because heās learned that hugs make people feel better. Sometimes if youāre out at the playground, heāll approach with a flower heās picked and every flower you receive, you press into a book and keep them forever. His nursery teachers relay similar stories of how he brings them a daisy.
Despite his curious and energetic nature, heās a calm little guy on the daily. Heās quiet and the loudest you ever hear him is when he laughs or throws a tantrum because after all, heās still learning how to express himself and regulate his emotions but other than that, heās a charmer.
Iām just imagining Bud and Luke in front of the bathroom mirror as he helps him brush his teeth and Bud just starts listing random things he and Luke have in common (like his hair, his eyes, a random freckle that is nothing like anything Luke has)
And reader is just watching and enjoying Luke be all soft and Bud being all cute <33
For reference, Bud is 3 in this one and all blurbs/fics are listed chronologically on the masterlist!Ā
You love the way Budās eyes light up seeing Luke, how as soon as he walks through the front door, Bud drops everything and bolts into his legs. But you also love that every moment Luke gets with Bud, theyāre attached at the hip, and you think itās best that way considering Luke isnāt home all the time.Ā
You watch them from the bathroom doorway, Bud standing on his stool, in his pyjamas with little moose printed over them, so he can reach the basin while Lukeās hunched over, Lightning McQueen toothbrush miniscule in his hand as he softly brushes Budās teeth. Bud points to his hair, toothpaste frothing in the corners of his mouth but youāre pretty sure most of that froth was from when Bud tried brushing himself. Luke doesnāt pay much mind to it, concentrating on making sure heās gentle and keeping his boy happy.Ā
āThatās right, Buddy, we do have curly hair. What else do we have; can you point again?ā Luke praises with a smile, watching how Budās eyes crinkle in the corners as he tries his best to smile with an open mouth.Ā
Some say heās looking a lot like Luke the older he gets, but Luke disagrees heavily every time itās brought up. He thinks Bud looks more like you, give and take a couple of features. Some of your friends also assume that heās going to grow up to be a little Luke but as usual, Luke argues back his point that Bud is a little you - his behaviour, personality, interests. The only thing Luke thinks he shares with Bud is hockey, but everything else is all you and he wouldnāt have it any other way. He loves how gentle he is with animals, how interested he is by them, he loves how itās your legs he hides behind when heās shy, how when heās feeling ill or hurt, itās you he calls for.Ā
Bud thinks for a second, watching Luke brush his teeth in the mirror before the thought reaches his head. He looks back at Luke, then points to his eye enthusiastically, almost poking himself.Ā
āAlmost, Iād say your eyes are like Mummyās, but Mummy has very pretty eyes, youāre very lucky.ā Luke smiles wide, the words leaving his mouth with no real thought, just straight from the heart but itās important for him to show Bud that he loves you dearly, he wants him to grow up around a loving household, show him that showing his feelings is okay.Ā
Luke pulls the toothbrush out, using it to point into the sink, āSpit, into the sink this time, preferably.ā
You stifle a giggle hearing his request but seeing the dried toothpaste on the counter for the past two days, it makes sense. Itās fine though, Budās only three and heās doing his best with the stool. Bud spits the toothpaste froth into the sink, looking pleased with himself and reaching for his face cloth as Luke rinses the toothbrush. He places it back into the cup, dries his hands and helps Bud wash his face before hanging the cloth over the tap.
āGood boy. What else?ā Luke ruffles his sonās hair, sitting on the toilet seat to reach an approximate eye level.Ā
Bud hops off the stool, stands between Lukeās legs and points to his nose and the mole on Lukeās, his eyes wide, āThis mark here!āĀ
Luke sees the stars in his eyes, maybe itās the lighting or maybe itās because in Budās world, Lukeās his hero and every passing moment with him is special. Your eyes water slightly at the sight, and you lean your head onto the doorframe, well aware that Lukeās seen you, but he doesnāt say or do anything. He knows you want him to cherish these small moments.Ā
āNice one! This is called a mole. You have one here and here, too, like me.ā Luke explains, his smile matching Budās and points to his own mole and then gently pressing his fingertip to Budās matching ones on his cheek, watching Bud cross his eyes to follow his finger.Ā
You wish you didnāt have to interrupt, but itās getting late, and you open the door a little wider, standing straight and placing your hands on your hips.Ā
āWhat are you two up to in here?ā
Bud whips his head around, opens his arms and rushes towards you, his curls bouncing and he stands in front of you. Crouching down, you hold his hands, his grip tight with excitement.
āMummy! Look!ā He grins wide, showing his teeth off to you as if to prove heād brushed them himself.Ā
āSparkly clean! Good job, superstar!ā You congratulate him with a bright enthusiasm, pulling him into a warm hug and smothering his cheek with a plethora of kisses, his giggles filling and warming Lukeās chest as he watches adoringly.Ā āNow letās get to bed, yeah? You have practice tomorrow and didnāt you want to show Coach how your skatingās improved? Weāll come tuck you in in a minute.ā
Bud nods, slipping past you and you watch him run down the hall to his bedroom. When you turn to face Luke, youāre met with his chest, his arms winding around your waist as he pulls you into him, humming as you place your hands on his pectorals and he sways you both gently. Thereās a moment of silence between you both, just gazing into each otherās sleepy eyes with lazy smiles.
āYou are coming tomorrow, right? It would mean the world to him, he really wants to show you his skating.ā You ask, a tinge of sadness underlining the softness in your voice.Ā
He sighs, cupping your cheeks and placing a kiss to your forehead. Every time the mention of Budās skating or hockey lessons comes up, he feels his heart sink to his stomach a little because as his father, thereās nothing more he wants than to watch his son progress and fall in love with a sport. Youāve been taking Bud to the free skates between his lessons, letting him practise his balance and Luke hopes to one day join in.Ā You tell him all the time what you and Bud get up to when heās either at the rink, on the road or doing something that pulls him away from home for a while and he wishes he could be there. His teammates tell him all the time that it gets easier and that heāll naturally find a way, and that summer becomes the most important time in the year but right now, heās battling with himself. He just wants to be there for Bud like his dad was there for him.
The adrenaline rushes through him and he moves without much thought, his lips colliding with yours firm and heated, pushing you against the doorframe and your head bumps the wood. You donāt know whatās gotten into him so suddenly, but you donāt complain when his tongue swipes across your lip and you fall into a rhythm. Itās been a long time since he kissed you like this, a long time since heās had the opportunity to.Ā
He pulls away slowly, breathless and his thumbs caress over your cheeks, āIāll get there as soon as I can, angel. I should be leaving the rink as his class starts. Fuck, Iāll jump a light if I have to.āĀ
You smile fondly at him, arms winding around his torso and he gives you a squeeze before Budās voice calls you both from down the hall. Luke slips his hand into yours, turns the bathroom light off and you head down the hall, hand in hand, to tuck your pride and joy into bed, together.
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Would love to see Luke get a call from Budās nursery saying he has to come in quickly and get him and Luke just absolutely freaks out because heās so worried about his babyā¦only for the call to be about something so silly and mundane!!
IVYYY!! Thank you for your love for lil Bud & Luke!!! Quick note: the nursery is fictional lmao.
Luke canāt grip the wheel any tighter, itās always the moments when he needs to get somewhere urgently that heās held up in traffic. On the brighter side, a sliver of relief lingers within him that he had finished practice when he saw his phone ring, the nurseryās caller ID flashing on the screen, but the call was too ominous for his liking: āHi Luke! Itās Niamh from Little Explorers. We couldnāt get a hold of y/n so are you available to collect Bud now?ā. And he wished he had asked for the details because now his hands are grossly clammy, and his patience wears thin.
āWhat is the fucking hold up, come on!ā He grumbles, eyes flicking to the clock on his dash, watching it become one-thirty in the afternoon.Ā
Bud isnāt due to finish nursery until four when Lukeās supposed to pick him up, so all the worst possibilities run through Lukeās head at once. Illness and injury mainly - he couldnāt fathom seeing his two-year-old little pride and joy red cheeked and in pain. Bud had just recovered from a scrape to the knees (he tripped over his own toy digger on the patio), he couldn't have fallen over twice.
He exhales deeply when the traffic begins to move, ears twitching as the radio reports the lunchtime news of a virus spreading amongst school children and he feels the sweat drip down his back. His jaw clenches, mutes the radio and takes another deep breath, eyeing the wooden star ornament hanging from his rear-view mirror, one Bud had made for him in nursery. It wasnāt much and the wood was painted red with smears of black and white, just as Bud had seen Luke wear on the odd matinee game, but the gift alone brings comfort to his nerves, his heart thumping less as it dangles.Ā
Twenty minutes later, Luke pulls into the car park of the nursery, and he realises how panicked he really is when he slams the car door harder than usual. Thereās no other parent around, and heās so fixed on his worries that he doesnāt notice the deserted outside play area, or that Leo kid who usually screams at him isnāt there.
Even the hallway leading to the main roomās quiet, and when he reaches the door, he takes a shaky breath before pushing the door and stepping in. But the shaky breath means nothing when he sees an empty playroom, all the toys and sets tidied and now heās just confused.
From the quiet book nook in the corner, a small bundle of children sits huddled, and the familiar curls bounce in the corner of his eye.Ā
āDaddy!ā Brings Luke back to the present and out of his head, and his eyes meets Bud running over to him with stars in his eyes.
He crouches, scroops Bud up in his arms and spins him around once before holding him secure in his arms. āHey, Buddy, you okay?āĀ
āHeās been a delight.ā Niamh, the staff member who called him, approaches with Budās little Lighting McQueen rucksack, āHeās been asking when you were getting here non-stop.ā
āUh, yeah, whatās that about? Is he okay?ā Luke canāt help but ask, taking Budās rucksack from her.
āY/n didnāt tell you?ā She raises her eyebrows, surprised at him shaking his head while he takes his hoodie drawstring out of Budās mouth. āWeāre closing early today; pipe maintenance and we canāt have the kids around the chaos of it.ā
Lukeās body visibly relaxes, shoulders dropping and a sigh of relief leaving his lungs, a āthank Godā being mumbled under his breath. He spent so long worrying over nothing, not even his job made him freak out like that. And while he was losing his patience over the slow traffic, Bud was happily playing the whole time.Ā
āShe mentioned it, but I thought it was next week, my bad, really.ā He gives a chuckle, unable to push back the slight embarrassment rising to his cheeks.Ā
He places Bud down, who holds out his hands and makes grabbing motions with them towards his rucksack. Luke crouches, loosely helping him slide his arms through the straps one at a time before bidding a thank you and Budās ābye Neebā (as he tries his best to pronounce her name) and holding the door open for Bud. Thereās a sense of peace that washes through him watching Bud toddle in front of him, no cuts, no bumps, no illness after all, just his little pride and joy and his Lightning McQueen rucksack. And since itās them for the afternoon, Luke considers teaching him to skate for the first time.
what was dad!luke like when reader was pregnant with bud?
Hi nonnie!! Thank you so much for asking!! I always love talking about dad!Luke <333
āø At first, he was a nervous wreck! Sure, Bud was planned, expected, and he was excited, but heād also never been a father. Heād seen movies, babysat his niece, read the books you told him to but putting it into practice for his own child was a new level. At least once a day he would ask you how you were, how you were feeling, if you were in any pain etcetera. He spent most of his time reading up on tips and methods, asking Quinn questions, worrying about if his child didnāt like him, or didnāt like hockey. And twins! What if you had twins! Then what? Heād have to double everything! And puke, he had to remember the puke rag, or his shirts would end up in the wash too often. He worried so much about what it means if a baby is crying that his mind drew blanks which made it worse.
āø He didnāt like to do so, but he asked his teammates who were already fathers for any advice - a lot of advice, actually. From furniture, to nurseries, for what to watch out for. He didnāt want to ask Quinn all the time, but the different perspectives were helpful for him. Luke just needed the reassurance that he was going to be okay. He also needed to ensure his building furniture ability was up to standard but a small part of his friends and teammates knew theyād be called a couple of times for assistance.
āø He took his husband duties seriously. You tried to do everything normally, keep you grounded but to Luke, you were to remain as relaxed as possible, not allowed to lift a finger, especially closing into the due date. He meant well, he was worried, even if he knew the chore he was doing was wrong, heād rather you told him how to do it than stress over it (but sometimes watching him was more stressful).Ā
āø If there was another thing Luke was determined to master before you went into labour, it was learning the essentials of childcare. He was adamant to learn how to swaddle perfectly, sometimes getting it wrong on purpose so youād have to take his hands and guide him just because he wanted to feel your touch. There were countless times youād peered around the nursery doorframe to see him on FaceTime with Quinn, copying how to hold a baby using a teddy bear. He had no shame in asking you for help, but Luke wanted to learn and surprise you, it would have eaten him alive if it came across as him relying on you.
āø There were nights where you had both sat in bed, having the serious conversations where decisions needed to be made. But some of these started as small spats that eventually evened out, one being the sex of the baby. Luke had no preference and wanted it to be a surprise, but you wanted to know. His reason being that a surprise could be something more to look forward too, double the excitement, a thrill but after you had explained to him that you wanted to know because it made planning names and buying outfits and toys easier, allowing more preparation time, he understood and the spat dissolved into the decision that the sex were to be known. Another mini argument occurred after dinner one night when youād told Luke that you couldnāt rely on Jack to babysit all the time. Luke had understood that, but he was just stubborn and scared but soon apologised after.Ā
āø The further the months moved on and the more pregnant you became, the softer Luke grew. Most evenings youād be cuddled on the sofa, watching a show together and a large palm would slide under your shirt and soothe over the bump in circular motions. The second he found out talking to the baby helps with connection, not only were you listening to his talking, but your unborn child too, Luke taking time out to tell your son all about his day, who made what joke, who was who on the team and about his family. Sometimes when watching a film, heād not only tell you random facts but also your stomach too.Ā
āø One thing Luke knew he wouldnāt miss were your cravings. They werenāt too obscure, but getting caught straight after a hockey game buying seven bars of chocolate only fuelled his teammatesā fire. He already had the reputation for eating and the chocolate didnāt help his case, even if the boys knew it was for you. But Luke loved you too much to take it to heart, all he cared about was you and so when you wanted chocolate, you got chocolate, even if you didnāt eat much of it before or after your pregnancy. He definitely wouldnāt miss being woken up at one in the morning to your doe eyes and hands teasing over his chest because you needed a sweet treat.Ā
āø You hated how your mood shifted so much, none of it came from anywhere except a hormone spike and each time made you feel awful afterwards, especially since Luke received most of it. But as much as he panicked in the beginning, walking on egg shells, cautious with his words, called his mum for help, he was always there standing with open arms for you and you couldnāt have appreciated him more for not losing his temper or walking away. He let you cry into his chest even when you didnāt know why you were upset, he held your hands when a minor inconvenience tipped you over the edge, he listened all the time and showed you all his love endlessly.
āø Luke was no stranger to complimenting you, as usual. Unprovoked, heād tell you how beautiful you were, how good you looked in your outfits, how lucky he was that you fell in love with him out of everyone else and peppered you in kisses from head to bump. On days you felt gross, or anxious about your appearance, heād woo you with words and affection until the thoughts fizzled out.Ā
Thinking about you, Bud and Luke at the beach and Luke taking Bud down to the shore, helping him jump the tiny waves while little Bud's fascinated by the moving sand seaweed wrapping around his ankles. His laughter refreshing under the sun, dressed in his rash shirt, trunks with crabs on them and a bucket hat while Luke holds his hands. Eventually walking back with sandy feet and pockets full of shells for you.