I got two requests; one for a lazy Sunday with Luke and another for anything pregnancy related, so I thought Iâd combine the two! Just a soft Sunday morning with dad-to-be!Lukeđ„°
Warnings â pregnancy is the main theme, so please donât read if it could be upsetting or you donât feel comfortable with these types of blurbs!â„ïž
âYou know we have to get up at some point today.â
Luke shakes his head instantly, murmuring a soft âthatâs not what Sundayâs are for, babe.â before pressing his face further into your neck. Luke was at his neediest on a Sunday morning, wanting nothing more than to be held, savouring the warmth entrapped between the two of you. Well, the three of you.
âThe baby isnât awake yet.â Luke mumbles into your skin, a warm hand moving to rest over the stretched skin of your baby bump. He was right â you were yet to feel the usual kicks and squirming of the baby tucked beneath your heart. It didnât take much for them to start, though. âThat means we shouldnât be awake either.â
âI donât think thatâs true until theyâre born, babe.â
Luke had grown accustomed to doting on your bump, his hands resting on it always in some way or another. He loved talking to them â his voice a soft murmur, explaining the meaning behind a song he had written that day, or ranting about how annoying Calum had been in the studio. Heâd be met with soft kicks and rolls, elbows sticking out at different angles â with just under two months left of your pregnancy, there wasnât much space left.
âWell, I declare itâs true right now.â He announces, moving so his head is resting on your chest, a perfect view of the bump just below him. His fingertips ran over the soft skin, doing his best not to wake the sleeping being beneath his hand â although he couldnât resist trying to get their attention somehow. âLooks like theyâre having a lazy day with us.â
âDonât wake them up yet.â You tell him, running your fingers through his sleep tousled curls, pushing them away from his face. âIâm not ready to be made uncomfortable just yet.â
Luke chuckles, moving down to brush his lips against the peak of the bump, dusting a trail of soft kisses back up to the top. Heâd miss it when it was gone, although every day the thought at the forefront of his mind was about meeting your baby, about becoming parents. It still didnât feel real.
âThey donât mean to, do you bubs?â He asks the bump, his soft hand rubbing a soothing circle over the skin. âI know you donât have much room left. Donât worry, though. You can stretch all you want when youâre out.â
You smile at his words, knowing your baby already has him wrapped around their little finger. He had been nothing but loving and supportive throughout the entirety of the pregnancy (and marriage, but it had gone up a level since finding out he was going to be a parent) and you had no doubt it would be the same when your child finally arrived.
âSee, the thing is...â You start, Luke turning to look up at you as you spoke. âI would get up and make breakfast, however, I know as soon as I do get up the baby will get up too. And I think they need some more sleep before facing the day.â
âYeah, yeah.â Luke rolls his eyes playfully, pressing his face into your chest. He sighs contently, knowing the soft moment was about to end when you convinced him to make breakfast. Yet he knew it wouldnât take much to convince you to spend the day in bed with him. If not the bed, then the sofa at least. âI guess that leaves me with no option than to go and make pancakes, but only if youâre sure youâll be able to cope without my cuddles for ten minutes at least.â
âIâm sure we can manage that,â You murmur, your own hand drawing soft shapes around your stomach, tracing lightly in order to not disturb them. You run your other free hand over the spanse of Lukeâs bare back, the action making him close his eyes in comfort, lips dropping a soft peck to your neck. âI promise not to wake them up until you get back.â
Lukeâs lips met yours in a sweet kiss before he reluctantly pulled away, sitting up and throwing a t-shirt over his head. Petunia lifted her head at the sight from her bed in the corner of the room, hoping that Luke going to the kitchen would mean breakfast for her too.
âCâmon Piggy.â Luke reaches down to pat her head, coaxing her to follow behind him as he prepared to head to the kitchen. âTime to make breakfast for our favourite people.â
You smile as you watch him, hearing his grumbly morning voice chatting to Petunia as they headed to make breakfast. It made you wonder what mornings with the new addition would be like â hoping theyâd be calm and cosy like usual. Although, if they werenât, you had no doubt youâd adjust. Every morning would be perfect as long as Luke was by your side.
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