A Roaring 2 Year Old--luke&lily oneshot
Word count: 1,123
Can’t believe our boy is 2! Next up will be Posy’s birthday and then finally introducing baby number 4! Any guesses on names for this one?😊
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With Oliver’s birthday being on a Sunday, you and Luke decided to have his party the Saturday before. Lily didn’t go to Cory and Ella’s because she wanted to help decorate for the party, it was dinosaur themed. You hired decorators that Crystal recommended because it was too hard for you to do it all, your due date was looming closer and closer. Plus, Luke wouldn’t let you lift anything heavier than Oliver.
There was a big balloon arch and tiny dinosaurs decorated all over the house and patio. The food was dinosaur themed and you bought Oliver a cute little outfit that was navy blue with a cluster of dinosaurs all over. Oli was currently sitting on your bed playing with his toy keys while you were getting dressed. You got a shirt that says ‘mama-saurus’ on it and even though you got a triple large, the bottom part of your stomach still showed.
You’re on the brink of tears (you’re always more emotional this part of the pregnancy) as you face the mirror trying to secure the shirt when Luke walks in. He looks glorious with his black rimmed glasses and dinosaur button up (that has the first three undone) but he has a look of worry.
“What’s the matter?” he asks standing behind you in front of the mirror.
“It’s still not big enough!” you whine tugging on the fabric. “My stomach is showing and I though the ‘mama-saurus’ was cute but now I just look huge and I feel like a whale and I can’t see my feet–”
“Okay, okay, let’s turn away from the mirror for a second,” Luke shifts you around. He gives his crooked smile that you love and swipes at the tears on your cheeks. “It is a cute shirt. You look cute in it and no one will care if a bit of your belly is showing. You know why?”
You shake your head sniffling, Luke continues to wipe your tears as they come.
“Because our baby is in here,” he places his other hand on top of your belly. “I know you’re self-conscious but you don’t have to be, lovie.”
“I can’t help it,” you bump your head into his chest and he hugs you tightly.
“I know. Do you need to cry a little, to let it out?” he asks and you nod in his chest, your tears wetting his chest hair. The smell of his aftershave is comforting and the way his long fingers are stroking your back is making you feel better. “Mama’s okay, Oli.”
That makes you pick your head up and you look over at Oliver on your bed. His gaze is fixed on you and he keeps signing ‘mama hurt’ with a frown on his face.
“I’m not hurt, sweetie,” you smile wetly at your little boy. He grunts, his little face turning more into a pout of frustration and he signs ‘mama help.’ “No, I don’t need help.”
You disentangle yourself from Luke’s arms and sit on the bed, Oli climbs onto your lap. You brush his curls away from his forehead, fixing his glasses.
“Mama gets sad sometimes, that’s all.”
“He’s like his daddy,” Luke joins you on the bed. “We don’t like seeing you upset.”
“Thanks,” you sniff. “I’m okay now, I promise. Shall we go enjoy your party?” You direct your question to Oli and pinch his cheek affectionately.
“I’ll take him, you wash away your tears and meet us downstairs, yeah?”
“Okay,” you nod. He helps you up, gives you a sweet kiss and exits the room with your son.
You wash off your tears with cold water then freshen up your makeup, just a slight bit of foundation and some mascara. You purposefully ignore the mirror as you exit then are greeted by your family. Posy is occupied with the twins who are sitting on a blanket in the living room with a bunch of toys.
Posy loved spending time with her cousins and she made it her mission to be their assistant at their first birthday party a month ago. Michael and Crystal went all out (like they always do) by having it be a country farm party. There were red and white checkered tablecloths on all the tables with wildflowers in mason jars and signs of ‘two of a kind’ scattered about. It was fun to dress up in country garb and all the kids got their own personalized cowboy hats.
Lily was reading to Violetta on the couch and all of the adults were taking turns holding onto Oliver. Michael approached you first with a kiss on the cheek, he had on a snapback that resembled the mouth of a dinosaur.
“Oli was signing you were hurt, are you okay?” he asks.
“I’m fine, just pregnancy hormones taking over,” you nod in assurance.
“Good. Are you hungry? I think the pizzas will be arriving soon.”
“I’m starved.”
The rest of the day was relaxed as you spent time with each other. You and Luke didn’t really plan a full agenda for Oliver’s birthday. You snacked, you ate the pizza and then opened presents. You needed help to sit on the floor (with pillows behind your back) so you could open the gifts with Oliver. He got new clothes and toys and even a stuffed velociraptor.
“Like Blue from the movies!” Posy exclaimed from Ashton’s lap.
Oliver kept the dinosaur in his arms the rest of the night, even while he was eating into his dinosaur themed cake. You took a ton of pictures and videos. The thought of your stomach showing didn’t bother you the whole day.
When the party was over, all three kids took a bath and you watched The Land Before Time. Oliver ended up falling asleep tucked between his sisters on the couch.
“I can’t believe he’s two,” Luke says while you’re both laying in bed. An Adam Sandler movie is playing quietly on your tv.
“Me either. Posy will be six next month, and then Lily is going to be ten in October! How does time go so fast?” you shake your head in disbelief.
“I don’t know, lovie,” Luke murmurs. His hand rubs at your belly, a nightly ritual. “Seems like just yesterday I plucked up the nerve to talk to you at the coffee shop.”
“I’m so glad you did,” you grin.
“I can’t wait to meet this little bud,” he leans forward and kisses your belly and talks to your baby inside. “You’re coming into a world with so many people who love you so much already.”
He gets an excited kick in response. The pair of you laugh and Luke hums a little lullaby that lulls you to sleep.
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Homecoming--Luke&Lily oneshot
a/n: we are officially caught up! again, I apologize for it taking me so long to update.
warnings: mentions of blood/passing out (very near the end), allusion to smut
word count: 2.2k
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Luke had originally said he wouldn’t be home until July 26th because they always had a big celebration with the crew for end of tour. He and the guys took everyone out for a special dinner as a thank you for all of their hard work and support
It was a rough morning for mama getting the kids out of bed, to eat breakfast, and to get dressed. But, it’s the first day of Lily’s day camp for the Summer so you know she’s nervous and you try to tell her how much fun she’s going to have; meanwhile Posy is crying about how she wanted to wear her butterfly shirt not her ladybug one. Once at the drop-off for the day camp, all three kids are hanging onto you. You see Ronan and his moms, he shows Lily a sticker book he got that they can do on the bus. If you would have known he was going, you would have mentioned him earlier to ease Lily because she gets on the bus no problem with him. Posy pouts that she can’t go with Lily to camp, you assure her she’s going to have fun at her own summer class. She’s reluctant to go but you promise Lily will tell her all about her day
Oliver doesn’t get fussy until you arrive at daycare. “It’s been quite the morning,” you sigh to his teacher, Miss Honey. “His sisters were upset and now he’s being extra clingy…”
“It’s okay, sometimes we have those days, right Oliver?” Oliver is trying to climb up your legs from his spot on the floor as you put his lunch in the fridge. You pick him up and he snuggles into your neck.
“Mama has to go now, you’re going to have such a fun day.” You kiss his cheeks repeatedly and rub his tears from under his glasses. He’s wailing for you and even though you know he’ll be fine and his smiley self in a few minutes, it still shatters your heart to hear him crying like that.
Once in the car, you close your eyes and take deep breaths trying not to let the rough morning get to you. Then, you touch your stomach, “Please don’t make me even more emotional, baby.” This pregnancy has really been making you exhausted and your emotions are an incessant rollercoaster.
When you’re at work, you get through your to do list and emails pretty quickly so by midmorning you were getting a cup of tea from the breakroom when the other women in the office start chattering loudly. When you step out, the chattering stops but they’re all grinning at you, even your boss.
“What?” You ask.
“There’s a delivery in your office,” Pamela smirks. When you enter your office there’s a large bouquet of flowers in a crystal vase. Knowing it’s from Luke, you smile and set your mug down next to the flowers when your chair spins around and Luke is sitting there, beaming up at you.
“Hello, Mrs. Hemmings, I have a very important delivery for you.”
“Luke!” You fall onto his lap, your chair knocking into the wall but Luke braces his feet on the floor. You breathe him in feeling tears spike in your eyes.
“Hi lovie,” he murmurs wrapping his arms tightly around you. He kisses your shoulder.
“I thought you weren’t coming home until tomorrow night?”
“We finished things early with the crew. They surprised us actually with a late night buffet. Said they knew me and Michael have families to get running home to.”
“I’m so glad you’re home,” you sniff. He pulls your head back, his hands holding your face gently.
“What’s wrong, lovie?”
“It was a rough morning that’s all,” you give him a teary smile. “And I’m happy you’re here and I’m…emotional. And pregnant.”
“Tell me about it on the way home,” he kisses your nose then drops a hand to your stomach. “This little one has a lot of emotions, hm?”
“Yeah,” you place your hand over his, and the way your hands are atop of each other it places your wedding rings next to each other. “What do you mean home?”
“Cheri said I can kidnap you,” he smiles.
The flowers are on the floor between your feet as Luke drives your car home, he had Ashton drop him off at your work. You tell him about the morning with the kids, mention how this pregnancy really is bringing out your emotions.
“How else are you feeling? Any morning sickness?”
“No, not yet,” you sigh. “Which is strange. I had morning sickness already when I was pregnant with Lily, Posy and Oliver.”
“Maybe your body’s gotten into the swing of things by now,” he chuckles and you lean over to pinch his cheek. “I’m sorry you had a rough morning, but I promise to make it better for you.”
“It’s already better because you’re home.”
When you arrive home he hugs and kisses Petunia then leads you to your bedroom where he turns the blinds a little so you’re in a comfortable shade.
“Are we going back to sleep?” you smile kicking off your heels.
“We can after.”
“After what?”
He smiles deviously then starts to unbutton your red silk top. “Do you need another hint?” He quirked an eyebrow before pressing his lips to yours then onto your neck.
You remove each other’s clothes slowly, Luke’s fingers are always on you and you’re always touching as well. You fall together on your bed, joining together and it’s always like the first time and the last time with every time in between and future ones to come. Your moans alternate and you orgasm (rather quickly, again thanks to being pregnant) he’s not too far behind because you clench around him so tightly.
He’s panting as he holds himself above you, his curls falling over his eyes. “I forgot your sex drive is heightened when you’re pregnant.”
“And you’re way better than the vibrator.”
He barks out a laugh and falls to his back. “Thank goodness I’m better than the vibe.”
You roll over and trace the perimeter of his chest hair, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he catches his breath. “Wanna go get it while you recoup?”
Luke lets out a long exhale staring at you. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, let’s see if you can get me off quicker than I can with it.”
“Fuck,” he groans giving you a hard kiss and rolls you over. “I love you so damned much. Where is it?”
“Bathroom, top shelf,” you giggle as he kisses you again then leaps off the bed.
You do end up falling asleep after a rigorous romp in the sheets but then you’re awoken by your stomach growling. Luke isn’t in bed next to you. You wash up quickly in the bathroom then slip on one of his new tour shirts then find him in the kitchen making a late lunch. Your phone is on the counter, with his back still turned you take a photo then call out, ‘hey handsome.’ When he turns around with a smile, you capture it perfectly.
You spend the rest of the afternoon cuddling while listening to him tell you more about tour, how much he missed being onstage with the boys but also how he missed you. He mentions he wants you and the kids to go to Australia with them on the third leg of tour.
“I’ll be very pregnant by then, Luke,” you answer sadly.
“Just an idea,” he responds lightheartedly but you can tell he’s faking it.
“We can discuss it with my doctor, but it’ll be the end of my second trimester.”
“Like I said, just an idea,” he kisses your forehead. “Your health and the baby’s is more important.”
You bite your lip because you know he’s putting up a front, you can’t help but feel like you’re constantly disappointing him.
You take a quick shower together before you pick Oliver up from daycare. He’s so excited to see you both that he’s crawling as fast as he can towards you, excited grunts and squeals coming from him. Somehow in his excitement, he pushes up on his feet and walks to you and Luke. You’re cheering him on but when he stumbles, Luke catches him quickly.
This is the first time he’s walked, you’re crying again because those were his first steps and you and Luke were both present to see it. As you’re gathering his things, Miss Honey approaches you congratulating you on Oliver’s walking but then she mentions she’s noticed how nonverbal he is. She questions if he says simple words like ‘mama’ or ‘dada’ or even ‘dog’ and you frown because he hasn’t said anything like that.
When he’s excited he sort of hums which sounds like ‘mama’.
“He was premature, right?”
“Yes, and he was in the NICU for twelve weeks. Is that common for premature babies not to speak?”
“Every child is different, maybe it’s going to take him a little bit longer,” Miss Honey says kindly.
“Well, we’ll be seeing his doctor soon so I’ll ask her. Thank you for telling me, I’ll make sure to keep an eye on it.”
When you tell Luke he gets angry at first defending that nothing is wrong with him then frowns at Oliver in his carseat through the rearview mirror. He’s playing with his toy keys, humming around them and gazing out the window.
“We talk to him all the time, so do the girls…”
“It really could be because he was born so early, it could take him longer than most to reach his milestones.”
“But he walked today! That’s a big milestone and he’s 15 months old now.”
“Luke, it’s okay. We’ll ask his doctor and see what she says,” you rub at the back of his neck.
Posy is equally thrilled to see Luke and starts chatting away about her day explaining how she wanted her butterfly shirt but Luke thinks her ladybug shirt is just as good. She beams at him.
The four of you are standing on the curb at school waiting for Lily’s bus to arrive. When it does and parks, Lily is talking with Roman and another little boy, when she sees Luke, her face brightens and she runs with her arms wide open screaming, “Daddy!”
Luke lifts her up effortlessly, his hand rubbing at her back and hair affectionately.
“Hi my sweet,” he smiles kissing the side of her head. “How was camp?”
She tells him and you all about it while you walk to the car. Luke sets Lily down to help Posy get buckled in her booster seat.
“How about we go swimming when we get home and we have…McDonald’s for dinner?” Luke asks excitedly. Lily and Posy cheer, then you inform them that Oliver walked today.
“Good job, Olly!” Lily tells him patting his hand.
Posy asks if Chloe and Maddox will be coming over too, she loves the twins.
“No, bug, they gotta stay home with Uncle Michael and Auntie Crystal. Maybe we can all get together this weekend.”
You all have fun playing in the pool, Luke tosses the ball for Petunia in the grass then she lays at the edge of the pool when she’s tired. Posy and Lily take turns swimming by her and kissing her nose while she pants. For the rest of the week, Luke and you take the kids to their desired places and you watch Oliver more carefully. He makes noises but no coherent words have formed yet.
You spend the Saturday at Michael and Crystal’s where you ask about the babies. Luke’s eyes meet yours, he smiles and lets his gaze shift to your belly. You still haven’t told anyone else yet.
In August, you agree to tell everyone about the new baby but when you’re out with Crystal you feel a little off. Michael and Luke are with the kids so you and Crystal had a pamper day of mani pedis then went to lunch. You went to the bathroom and Crystal sat waiting. She texted Michael asking how Chloe and Maddox were doing, she scrolled through some stories on Instagram and noticed how long you’ve been gone.
Crystal makes her way towards the bathroom to check on you and knocks on the door.
“y/n?”
“Can…can you call Luke?” you ask, your voice shaky.
“Why? What’s wrong?”
“I’m…” you look down at your fingers holding the wad of tissue as you try to stop it but all you see is red. “I’m bleeding. Call an ambulance…please.”
Crystal panics and calls 911 right away while also ordering a worker to open the door. She tries to open it herself by shoving on it with all her might but it’s locked. She tries to call for you to unlock it but you’re not responding and Crystal panics more.
The dispatcher says someone will be there in three minutes. Crystal is still demanding the manager to open the door, he’s fumbling for the correct key as she calls Luke simultaneously smacking the door calling out to you. He doesn’t pick up the first time so she calls again.
Back at Michael’s house, Luke finds his phone wedged between the couch and sees Crystal calling him.
“Hey, Crys, what’s–” he answers but she’s talking so fast he can’t keep up.
The only thing he hears is, “get to the hospital now. y/n’s bleeding. Hurry!”
Wails of sirens are heard in the background. Luke freezes. Crystal is crying. Lily’s eyes meet Luke’s. The bathroom door finally breaks open from a paramedic who kicked it down.
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